Knotted Pleasure (4 page)

Even though she didn't sleep, the plane ride was over before she knew it. It was as though everything was rushing now toward the noon hour tomorrow. There was no customs to go through, as soon as they saw Cynthia, they were ushered to the waiting helicopter, alerted before their plane landed. It was another experience for Kiley, her first helicopter ride. It was farther than she expected, taking off over the ocean before there was any sign of land. Even when she saw the islands below, they were just dark blotches, very little light showing anywhere as if the islands were mostly deserted. There were no large cities or towns. Just houses in the middle of nowhere until they came to Cynthia's house, if you could call it that. It was more like a plantation, even in the dark. The landing pad was lit up like the Empire State Building. The helicopter touched down delicately, Cynthia and Kiley debarking. The co-pilot took their bags to the house, but before they could turn around and thank him, the helicopter was lifting off. As soon as it was out of sight, the landing lights turned off as if they knew the helicopter was gone.

"It's huge," the only thing Kiley could say. It was furnished like an island villa, casual furnishings, most hand-made locally from the forest woods.

"It's usually very busy with my staff, but as I mentioned, they were all given the weekend off so we could be alone. There will be no kitchen staff, so I had the refrigerator in your room filled with some of 20

the local delicacies. You should be able to make a good breakfast out of it. I will leave you alone and will see you again at midnight tomorrow night. Your clothes are laid out on the bed for tomorrow."

"Where do I go tomorrow, at noon?" It sounded so ominous when she said it.

"Take that hallway to the end of the hall. You will see the double doors. That is the master bedroom. You can set an alarm clock.

Don't be late: I don't want my husband disappointed. I am waiting to the last moment to tell him, so he will probably be just as surprised as you are when you meet.

Kiley was sure that she would be more surprised when she was finally confronted with him and her task. Nothing could prepare her for this. "Thank you," not sure what she was thanking her for.
Was it
the opportunity to lose my virginity or the opportunity to make
$250,000.00 for twelve hours of perverted sex?

"Good night, enjoy." Cynthia left her, knowing Kiley had no choice now. There was no way out, her husband would be here early in the morning. He had promised to be on time, she hoped for once that he was.

* * * *

She dozed off during the night, but each time she woke up, her hand was between her legs, her fingers wet. As much as she was regretting what she would have to do, she was equally aroused. It was the stereotypical good-girl syndrome. She would never do such things, but she couldn't help herself, she was forced to do them. She couldn't help if she got excited.

She ate very little, not wanting anything in her stomach. She took out the clothes, looking at the clothes laid out for her. She should have been expecting as much. It was a plaid dress with straps that held it up, the dress stopping below her breasts. There was a white, silk, button-down blouse to wear beneath it. A pair of thigh high white socks went with it, stopping just over her knees. The bra was a white, lacey thing, the panties nothing more than a patch that would cover her pussy. As if only being eighteen weren't young enough, this would make her look younger. She did as she was told, putting them 21

on. She gazed into the mirror, not believing how good she looked.

The dress might make her look younger, but nothing could hide her luscious breasts or her pert ass. Her body was that of a woman's, no matter what the clothes said.

She walked nervously around the room as she gazed at the clock.

Eleven-thirty, eleven forty-five, the minutes ticked by slowly. Eleven fifty-five, the time was now. She put everything away, looking at her reflection one last time. This would be the last time she would see a virgin in the mirror. It was also the last time she would be financially broke. Both images would be gone forever.

She closed her door behind her, staring down the dark hallway, the house silent accept for the occasional animal outside. It was spooky.

She could see a light coming from beneath the door at the end of the hallway. He had arrived, surely he was waiting for her. She took a deep breath and walked down the hallway. She was hallway there when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. It was a flash, and then suddenly she felt someone behind her. A hand went around her upper chest; another hand covered her mouth before she could react. He was big, overpowering her with ease. She could see a tattoo on the arm across her chest, a half-naked woman dancing as his muscles rippled. The hand over her mouth was suffocating her, a smell of dirt and gasoline on them. The hand across her chest was gripping one of her breasts, but he seemed more interested in controlling her then molesting her. His hand swung down to her waist and pushed her to the door at the end of the hall. Suddenly, she felt some relief. Cynthia's husband would be there and save her. The monster manhandled her with ease, pushing her hard against the door until she couldn't move, so he could turn the handle. The door swung open, Kiley expecting her hero to rescue her. Instead, she found more despair. Sitting on a wooden chair facing the bed was Cynthia. She had a gag in her mouth, her arms in handcuffs, but each one had a separate one, one ring on the chair, the other over her upper arm. She could swing her arms wildly, but not very far and she was doing this frantically when she saw Kiley.

Cynthia was also naked, completely naked, a ripped pile of fabric 22

on the floor next to her. Her large breasts were heaving up and down as she sucked in air through her nose and tried to fill her lungs. It was funny, but Kiley was inspecting her body, looking at her large brown areolas, with red nipples pushing out from the center. They looked like they had been abused, but they were still hard and pointed, just like Kiley's when Cynthia had manhandled them. Her ankles were tied to each front chair leg, her legs parted, but Cynthia struggled to close them, but nothing could hide the neatly trimmed brown bush and the puffy lips of her pussy pushed aside to reveal the first sight of pink, inner lips. Finally, her gaze went back to her face, seeing the pitiful look in her eyes as if pleading with Kiley to forgive her for what she gotten them into. There was no sign of her husband around.

What had the monster done with him? Was he dead and that was
their fate now, but first he would rape them?

"Now this is my lucky day, two lovely cunts. Now, I have to decide which one goes first. I like Cynthia, but this one is so young and sweet. I just gotta make her squeal." He had a cruel laugh. He pulled out his gun, a small-caliber pistol, not too big to get in the way, but it would still make a nice hole in any body. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. I don't want to hear a sound out of you unless you are answering me. Unless you would like to see Cynthia with blood rushing out of a hole in her head. I'll make you lick it up until she is dead. Nod if you understand."

It was hard to nod, the monster's hand crushing her mouth, but she managed to do it. She was scared out of her wits. It was bad enough what she was facing before, now she was confronted with a rapist that would take his pleasure from the both of them. She would be forced, but this one was real, the danger imminent. She worried about Cynthia's husband not being around and what this monster was capable of doing.
Did he come with rape on his mind, theft or
murder?

"Good girl, what's your name, little girl?" She was dressed like a teen slut waiting to get fucked.

"Kiley," her voice trembling as she said it. He released her, Kiley backing away from him, but she stopped when she saw the gun 23

pointed at her head. It was so small but deadly.

"I thought I would only find Cynthia here, but look what else I got.

You and I are going to have some fun. Cynthia gets to watch until it's her turn. Is that okay with you, Kiley?"

She looked at him. The first thing she saw was the ski mask that covered his face. A pair of steely, black eyes stared at her, his nose revealed along with his mouth, a crooked smirk on his face. He was dressed in dirty jeans that clung to his body, Kiley unable to draw her eyes from the monstrous bulge in his pants. He must be huge; he'd kill her with such a weapon. He was wearing a black tee shirt that was skin tight, his muscles rippling beneath it. His arms were bare, at least three tattoo's on them, all of them sexist, half-naked woman in compromising poses. His hands were huge and powerful, his fingernails dirty. This man worked in hard labor. He had to be over six feet tall, mid-two hundred pounds, all muscle and no fat. Kiley didn't have a chance. "Please don't hurt me," she begged.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Kiley. I'm going to introduce you to my cock. He's hard and demanding when he wants his way, and you are making him hard and horny."

"Please, I'm a virgin. I've never done anything before." She wished she could explain that if he fucked her, she would be out $250,000.00, but she was sure that he wouldn't believe her and that was the least of her worries. She had to worry about getting out unhurt and alive.

"Don't worry. I'll teach you everything you need to know. Damn, haven't had a virgin since I was thirteen. We're going to be good friends, Kiley, so you can call me Michael." He reached down, one hand caressing Cynthia's right breast and pinching her nipple, the other hand holding her head up to stare at him. "Once I teach little Kiley to fuck, I'll come back and get you. I'm sure that I can teach you a few things that your husband never made you do. You'll perform like a two-dollar whore if you want to survive." He kissed the top of her head, his attention turning back to Kiley. "On the bed.

I want to strip those schoolgirl clothes from you slowly." He couldn't wait for her, too excited. He picked her up and threw her on the bed.

It was as though she weighed nothing, picking her up and throwing 24

her onto the bed. Before she had stopped bouncing, he was on her, his hand grabbing both of her ankles and pulling her legs apart until they were spread lewdly. He got on the bed, his hand sliding up between her legs, pushing her short skirt out of the way, feeling his powerful fingers slide over her panty-covered pussy. He climbed up her body, her legs unable to close any longer, his heavy body lying on top of her. She turned her head to the side when his mask-covered face came close, feeling his hot, wet lips nuzzling her neck, but she feared the throbbing cock that pushed against her defenseless mound more.

He pushed her arms up over her head.

"Don't move your arms Kiley, or I will have to punish you," his voice gruff in his warning.

It was hard to not push him off, wanting to fight him, his hands sliding down until they crushed one of her breasts. Her fists clenched as his harsh hand released her breast, but his fingers were already working the strings that pulled the two sides of the jumper together.

He was beginning to strip her, Kiley's eyes pleading at Cynthia, but there was nothing the naked, bound woman could do to save her.

Michael pushed the jumper open and down, his hands returning to her young breasts thrust out so brazenly. He could see the panic in her eyes when he opened the buttons with such dexterity. His hands grew eager as her bra was revealed; he shoved the white blouse down hastily.

She fought not to move her hands when she could feel his hot breath blowing on her half-naked chest. Her bra was revealed, his hands eager. He didn't even bother taking off her bra. Instead, he just pulled it down until both of her breasts were bared to him. His mouth engulfed one of her breasts, his hot, wet lips encircling one of her nipples, Kiley fighting to keep it from growing aroused. His lips sealed her nipple, suctioning with his mouth until she felt her nipple stretch into his mouth. Her fingers dug into the sheet as she tried to endure what he was doing to her. His mouth left one breast, the spit cooling in the air as his mouth sucked and licked her other nipple to shameful hardness.

"NNNO," she tried to cry out when he moved up her body, his 25

mouth seeking her lips. She tried to turn her head away, but he held her submissive. His lips kissed her as a lover would do. Luckily for Kiley, it was brief, his mouth returning to her nipples, this time his fingers pinching the twin peaks then his mouth would suck on the hardening tips. His fingers became more insistent, his large hands easily engulfing each of her breasts, her nipples pinched and tormented by his fingers. She couldn't watch him, turning her head away as he squeezed her breasts together, his unfamiliar hands caressing her as a lover would do. She bit her lips to quell the moan in her throat when she felt wet fingers touching her nipples, sending them hard and wanting. What little pleasure she felt was gone when he flicked each of her nipples with the hard thud of his fingernails.

The pain shot deep into her breasts.

Michael was enjoying this, Kiley laying there submissively while he had his way with her virgin body, Cynthia waiting for his attentions when he had taken all he could from this young virgin. He knew that she would soon fight as she neared closer to losing her virginity, but he had rope ready to tie her up. He went about stripping her to the waist, pulling the jumper down lower, so he could pull the blouse open, this time ripping the buttons off in his eagerness.