Never: an erotic retelling of Peter Pan (19 page)

"
No.  Please
."  His hands struggled against the iron bands that secured his wrists, his eyes and teeth clenched shut.

"It's not that bad, Man," Nick chided.  "At least
you
don't have to suck
him
," and he shot Xavion a furtive glance.

"Christophe's punishment would be your pleasure, Nick," Xavion said from behind her, both hands kneading her breasts.  "This is bad enough for him."  Then Xavion eased his hands down over her belly to rest on her hips, consciously or unconsciously mirroring Josh's grip.  Keeping her buttocks pressed against his hard shaft, he eased her upper body forward until her arms were resting on the edge of the pool.  She felt gentle probing from behind but she was absorbed by what was happening to Christophe.

He'd stopped crying out, and she watched half in fascination, half in horror as Josh lowered his mouth to encompass the head of Christophe's penis.  The boy twitched then was still, and as Josh slid his lips down to the base, Xavion glided slickly into her from behind.

She sighed, a breathy testament Xavion's virility, then her breath was caught in a gasp as his impressive length pressed against her innermost recesses.  She hadn't meant to be so loud, but the sounds of her pleasure echoed around the cavern, an extravagant counterpart to Josh's quiet suckling noises.

Tony turned and grinned at her, calling to Christophe.  "Hey Chris, pretend it's Wendee sucking you.  You'll blow in ten seconds."  But Christophe's body had gone stiff, as though trying to fight the pleasure Josh's experienced mouth was giving him.  

Dee watched as Josh's head moved up and down, the dark curly hair brushing against Christophe's pale thighs in a rhythm perfectly matched by Xavion's thrusts.

"I think Josh is enjoying this," Xavion whispered to her as he slid a hand down to caress her throbbing clitoris.  "He's wanted Christophe for a long time."

"Is this the first...?" she whispered, guilt warring with pleasure to control her mind.

"Christophe has never disobeyed me before."  Then as if sensing her distraction, he added, "You should be pleased with your powers of persuasion, Wendee.  I shall be interested to see if the others can resist your charms."  

"Poor Christophe," she whispered, but Xavion's possession of her body overwhelmed her senses.

The act they were watching should have disgusted her, but there was something about the forced pleasuring of this tender boy that reawakened the darkness she'd experienced in her violent interactions with Roc.  It was wrong, but it excited her.

Xavion voice intruded.  "Perhaps I'll let Josh penetrate him next time.  What do you think, Wendee?"

She couldn't answer.  Her attention was entirely on Christophe.  Water bubbled and brushed against her sensitive breasts, Xavion pumped into her and his clever fingers were driving her to the edge of her control, but she could think of nothing but Christophe. 

His head had fallen back and he was panting as Josh sucked at him diligently.  Was the boy pretending it was her mouth on him?  He moaned then, and Dee felt herself close to climax.  Xavion plunged faster, keeping pace with Josh.  Careless of the consequences, she called out, "Christophe."

His eyes snapped open, looking for her, unfocused, and in that second she realised he
had
been pretending.  Horror clouded his eyes and she felt the pleasure of his pain explode inside her.  Still holding her gaze, Christophe came.

Gripping the side of the pool, shuddering with her own release, she watched him buck against the mouth that held him.  Josh had been caressing the boy's buttocks and now held them firmly as he lapped up the warm seed.  Then with a kiss on the young boy's penis he had fellated so consummately, he stood and left the room. 

Christophe's eyes were closed again and Dee watched as glistening tears slid down his cheeks.  She felt remorse then.  She'd callously used Christophe's pain to stimulate herself, and despite the warm glow that permeated her body, the experience worried her.  What was she becoming?

Xavion again seemed to sense her mood.  "Not all sexual experiences are pleasant, Wendee, even if they bring pleasure," he said, removing himself from her and stepping out of the pool.  In his place, the bubbling water sluiced between her parted thighs, reminding her that she'd paid no attention to Xavion and whether he'd found release inside her. 

He stopped, dripping before Christophe, much as she had earlier.

"Get him down and take him outside," he ordered.  Tony and Nick jumped forward to obey as Xavion turned back to her.  "Mack will return you to your bed.  I'll see you after you've slept."  He spoke briefly to Mack in his native tongue, then left, followed by the twins walking a limp Christophe between them. 

She heard the twins talking to each other.

"My cock's killin' me."

"So ask Josh if he wants dessert."

"Why?  There's a piece 'a ass waitin'..." but their banter was lost as their echoing voices faded and Dee turned to find Mack watching her steadily. 

He really was exceptionally attractive in a tough, brooding sort of way, and the hint of cruelty in his eyes stimulated her curiosity about his approach to sex.  He'd watched Christophe's punishment with the same detachment he'd shown earlier watching Xavion take her by the fire.  She wondered if he'd been moved by either scene? 

Her gaze slid unconsciously to his loin cloth, but she could see no evidence of the arousal that plagued the twins.  Mack's stance gave the impression of relaxation, but on closer inspection she could see it camouflaged a coiled-spring readiness she'd only ever seen in professional fighters.  His hand rested lightly on his knife and his eyes told her there'd be no further seductions today. 

She sighed.  Her libido was more ambitious than her tired body anyway.  She should obey Xavion and give them both a rest.

She let Mack escort her back to the main room and her sleeping platform.  Uncaring of the fact that she was dripping wet, she crawled up on to the soft mattress and pulled the fur over her.  Her eyelids were heavy, but she spared a moment to wonder about the outside world Christophe had been released into.  How long would it be before she saw daylight again? 

The fire had burned down to glowing embers and in the darkened room she could hear no sound except her own breathing.  It wasn't long before sleep claimed her.

                                                   *  *  *

It was night, and in her dream Dee heard two distinct voices, whispering.

"I'm first."

"Bullshit.  I'm older than you.  I'm first."

"Three minutes older.  I was here first."

Dee felt the mattress under her move slightly, then there was a thump on the floor.

"Push me off, will ya."  There was a scuffle on the bed behind her.

"Shut up or Xavion'll hear you.  Then neither of us'll get to fuck her."

Dee's opened her eyes to stare at the bare rock wall she was facing.  Her skin prickled as the fur coverlet slid off her body.

"Man, look at that ass.  I gotta fuck that." 

"No.  I want to taste that pussy and I don't want your stupid cock in the way."

"Won't be in the way, Man.  And you can lick it too if you want."

"Not when there's pussy pie to be had."

Dee felt a hand slide tentatively over the swell of her hips and down the length of one leg.  When it reached her ankle it tugged and she let herself fall on to her back as though she were still asleep.  The unseen hand pulled her ankle across the bed until her legs were wide apart.

"Will you look at that.  I must have died and gone to heaven." 

Dee felt the slightest brush against her pubic hair before the fingers slid down to probe gently where the moisture of her arousal was dewing.  Then the hand withdrew and there was a pause.

"Mmm,
hon-ee
.  Oh, I've got to get a face full of that."

"My cock's killin' me.  Lemme fuck her tight ass."

"Piss off."  The thin mattress moved and Dee felt something brush against her leg. 

She kept her eyes lightly closed and concentrated on breathing evenly.

"I'm desperate, man.  Lemme fuck her."

"If you don't wait your turn," she heard from near the top of her thighs, "I'll fuck
you
up the ass," and then hands parted her pubic hair and a mouth descended on her, immediately suckling on the tiny pearl of her clitoris.  Her hips bucked and she felt a slap on her thigh.

"Stay asleep," the voice murmured against her soft sex flesh before the tongue began sliding up and down in a randomly erotic pattern.  "Mmm, pussy pie."

Dee bit her lip, trying to lie still as the mouth worked on her, licking, tonguing, sucking gently, and then not so gently.  Finally unable to contain herself she moaned aloud.