Perfectly Too Far (8 page)

Her
hair had been wrapped up and out of the way, exposing the back of her
creamy neck. It was mostly to help hide it, as she tried to imagine
what someone might use to recognize her.

Most
of all, though, she hoped the mask would divert all suspicion.

It
was ornate, red and silver. It covered everything from forehead to
nose. Her mouth was glossy in crimson, being constantly chewed by
nervous teeth.

Glancing
side to side, feeling like she was in some over the top spy movie,
Judith scurried down the stairs. It was a fast process, so fast it
left her more uneasy. Was success so simple? No one was going to walk
into the room at the last second and spot her?

Her
palm curled around the handle, touching the red door for the first
time. With one last, solid inhale of air, the young woman squeezed
tight to open the portal. Quickly, she stepped inside, shutting the
door behind her. She barely held back a laugh of relief.

Judith
felt giddy, exhilarated! Breaking the rules like this, it wasn't
exactly like her, but...

But
I did it, and it feels good.

Turning,
she saw she was standing at the top of another set of stairs, this
one illuminated by orange lamps on the walls. The ceiling was low,
and because the walls curved, she couldn't see what was at the
bottom.

Well,
I've come this far.

Swallowing,
she began her descent, trying to be quiet as she did so. The stairs
were carpeted, yellow and earthy, the walls a shade darker. It wasn't
a long walk, she spotted a small room below. It contained nothing but
a set of heavy purple curtains over an archway. A small table sat to
the left, clipboard resting on top.

Judith
paused beside it, glancing briefly at what was clearly a list of
names. Squinting, she wondered if this was a sign-in sheet of sorts.
Running a finger down the page, she didn't recognize anyone. Quickly,
it became obvious as to why.

These
can't be real names, can they? 'Scarlet,' 'Fang,' 'Helm?' What is
going on down here?

Distantly,
through the curtains, she thought she could hear the soft pulse of
music, or perhaps voices. Frowning, she left the list alone.
Carefully, she brushed the heavy purple cloth aside. A small crack,
just enough so she could peer through to the other side.

There,
Judith saw her first glimpse of what, exactly, was beneath Benedict's
mansion.

It
was a large room, wide and with other alcoves leading off to who knew
where along the walls. Dark inside, all shadows, the only light
source were a few candles here and there. It gave everything a
sinister aura, which, as Judith looked on, seemed all too fitting.

People
stood around, talking to each other softly. If she hadn't looked
twice, it might have seemed innocuous. But there, at the feet of many
of them, she saw there were figures kneeling. Everyone still had on
their masks, which calmed her some, but the situation was hardly what
she had suspected.

Frowning,
she wondered what she should do.
I
could turn, and leave, and no one would know.
The
people seemed too involved to even think someone was watching them.

As
she debated backing out, her curiosity partially sated, Judith heard
a sound from one of the archways. It was a raw noise; pure, animal in
nature. It sent a tingle down her spine, her lower belly twitching.
She knew what that sound was, it wasn't even a question.

That's
a woman moaning, but... why?

The
noise came again, a groan full of pleasure and passion. Her own body
warmed slightly, just from hearing it. She wanted so terribly to know
what was making someone create such openly erotic noises.
Just
a peek at what's further inside, then I'll leave.

Calming
her nerves, grateful for the mask that hid her blushing cheeks, she
stepped through the curtain as stealthily as possible. Some people
glanced her way, but no one acted as if she wasn't welcome. No one
seemed to even suspect she didn't belong there.

Just
one foot in front of the other.

Crossing
the room, she glanced down as she passed one of the couples. The man
had his hand on the woman's head, his fingers casually petting her
long hair as he spoke to another fellow standing nearby. Judith
couldn't help but notice the way the lady seemed to be enjoying it,
leaning into the touch with a smile on her lips.

This
place, what is it?

Another
moan floated down the hall, making her own skin ripple in reaction.
Whatever
is going on, she sounds like she's enjoying it.
Judith
rounded the passage, walking the short length of dimly lit corridor.
There, at the end, she could see another archway, the curtains spread
open.

Her
steps slowed as she approached, the fact she was about to sate her
curiosity starting to make her wary. But, she crossed the threshold,
looking upon a vision that made her cover her mouth.

The
woman who had been crying out was bent over a large table, her legs
spread, muscles tense and shaking. Judith could see the sweat coating
her thighs, her perfectly shaped bare ass pointed into the air. She
was naked, breasts crushed beneath her on the hard surface, arms
pulled forward and bound at the wrist.

Her
ankles were tied to the legs of the table, a position that exposed
her glistening pussy fully for any eyes around.

And
oh, there were quite a few of those.

Judith
bit her tongue to hold her gasp at bay. Observing the room, she
scanned the people standing, or lounging comfortably on couches. All
of them were watching.

On
one wall, she saw another woman, her body taut where she was
strapped, spread eagle in tight looking bonds.

Then,
Judith she saw
him
.

A
vision of muscle and stoic silence, the man stood against the wall
beside the girl on the table. Wearing entirely all black, she hadn't
noticed him initially with the dim lighting. He had on crisp pants, a
thick belt. His torso was exposed in detailed glory, shirt unbuttoned
down the front. His hands were clad in some sort of gloves, she
didn't know if it was leather, or something else.

His
stance, his aura, it was intimidating; confident. Though he wore a
mask like all the others, she was sure if she had seen his eyes, they
would have made her insides melt.

Who
is that? What's he going to do?

As
she watched, she got her answer. The stranger stepped forward,
standing behind the prone woman who gave a soft whimper. Her blonde
hair was in disarray, it hid her view when she tried to peek over her
shoulder at the man.

“
Don't
look,” he spat, his tone chilled and without waver.

It
made the woman obey, and it made Judith's pussy throb.

That
the sound of his voice could affect her body so much... it shocked
her, but made her unable to look away. She wanted to know more, this
was beyond simple intrigue now.

His
gloved hand came down, brushing along the woman's lower back, tracing
the curve of one ass cheek. Instantly, she moaned, making Judith bite
her lower lip. It felt wrong, watching this display, but everyone in
the room seemed to be surveying as well.

He
stepped between her thighs, cupping her rear, spreading the pliant
flesh gently. It exposed the woman's slick pink folds. When he
chuckled, Judith felt her heart thrum. “You're so wet, little
pet. Why would that be? Do you like everyone watching you like this,
showing them all how much you
need
to be punished?”

Punished?

The
blonde gasped, then again when the man slapped her ass hard enough to
leave a red mark. “Answer me, girl.”

“
Yes!”
she sobbed, arching her back as if to get more of his touch. “Yes,
Master!”

Judith
was stunned, her body thrilling with anticipation over the whole
scene. It occurred to her what this place had to be, but why Benedict
Vance would be hosting some sort of sex party thing under his house
was still unclear.

“
Always
answer your master when they ask you a question, girl. This is why
you're here, why your name was put on the list for training.”
Gently, he ran a finger between the gap of her thighs. Judith was
sure he must have touched her slit, for she moaned louder than
before. “Would you like me to fuck you, girl? It sounds like
you want that.”

“
Yes,
yes Master, oh god, please!” Squealing, she gyrated her hips,
and Judith felt her own pussy quiver in sympathy.

“
Well,”
he whispered, so that Judith leaned forward to hear better, “then
beg for it. Promise you'll be a good pet, and obey your Master from
this moment on. Always,” his thumbs peeled her lower lips open,
vulgarly displaying her twitching nether region. “And forever.”

Judith
licked her dry lips, feeling far too warm watching all of this.
Turning, she noticed one of the men, a fellow sitting down on a plush
couch, had his legs spread wide. Between them, a mop of brunette hair
was moving. She understood that the man was receiving a blow job,
right there in the open. No one batted an eye. Some glanced over
casually, but most still watched the blonde in her throes of passion.

This
place is crazy, it's entirely obscene! I should leave, now, just walk
out and go.

But
she didn't.

“
Please,
sir, I'll do anything! I promise,” the blonde whined, her hair
tossing as she lost herself in her desperate need for release. “I'll
obey, always, anything! Just please, please...”

“
Good
girl, that will do for now,” he laughed, reaching down and
rubbing the bulge of his pants. Once Judith noticed it, she couldn't
look away. Staring, her core felt hot and wet, the sight of that
gloved hand so casually outlining his own cock entrancing her.

Then,
he freed it, the fleshy head bouncing into the dim light. That sight,
his hand firmly gripping the base and giving it a slow pump, made her
inhale audibly. His head moved, glancing her way. She was sure he had
to know the sound had been from her.

For
a moment, she was frozen with fear. Her mind buzzed, warning her to
turn and run, that something awful was about to happen. Perhaps her
cover would be blown, or worse. He looked back to the bound woman,
running the tip of his swollen shaft along her slit.

He
doesn't care, why am I worried? Everyone else is watching. I'm fine,
I don't stand out.

The
blonde woman panted loudly, unable to move enough to rock the man's
length into her. It was clearly torture, being tied down and teased.
Judith felt her own pulse quickening, her inner thighs damp from
arousal.

Watching
this is actually turning me on, what's wrong with me?

His
long fingers curled into that mop of hair, pulling her head back. Her
neck was bent beautifully, lips parted in a silent cry of delight. He
bent low, whispering into her ear. Judith couldn't hear what was
said, but she wished she had. Whatever it was, it made the woman cry
out, clear as a bell. “Yes! Yes, Master, yes, of course!”