Seduced in the Dark (18 page)

Caleb chuckled to himself. Yes, it was good
to be surrounded by his peers. The debilitating guilt he had been
feeling lately was practically non-existent. It had evaporated and
was replaced with a more familiar sentiment: lust.

Kitten’s head, resting on his thigh was so
close to his dick he could almost feel her breath on it. He was
tempted to take it out and make her suck it. He had yet to demand
that particular act from her, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to
resist forever. He’d fucked her ass, why not her mouth?

“Prove it, Slave, and lift that sexy ass in
the air,” Celia purred.

Caleb heard the catch in the boy’s throat as
he struggled to lower his head to the floor. He teetered on his
knees before he finally managed the head-down-ass-up position Celia
demanded. The crowd murmured; their excitement palpable.

Celia dragged the long, leather strands
across the bare expanse of Kid’s flesh. Naked and tightly bound,
Kid had no control over what was about to happen to him. His
breathing was quick and ragged and each breath moved his entire
body. Celia gently flicked the tips of the flogger against Kid’s
balls which could be seen by those standing or sitting behind him.
He hissed, writhing against the carpet as much as he could.

“Do you like that, Slave?”

“No, Celia.”

Another tap, “That’s not nice. Shall I hit
you harder? Like a man?” The audience was positively giddy over
that idea.

“No! No, Celia. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Kid
pleaded.

Celia raised the flogger and whipped the boy
harder, until he lost all control and sobbed into the carpet. “How
was that, Slave? Hard enough?”

Kid could hardly breathe, let alone speak,
but he struggled to get the words out anyway, “Yes…Celia.”

Caleb didn’t believe he was gay, or even
bisexual. It was a subject he spent time exploring after he left
his life as a whore behind, but he had to admit Kid’s submission
was compelling. Celia also, was impressive in her approach.

“You’re doing so well, Slave. Just a little
more and I’ll reward you,” Celia crooned.

Caleb listened, as did everyone else in the
room, to Kid’s sobs catching in his chest. What Caleb didn’t
expect, was the answering sob coming from Kitten in his lap.
“What’s wrong, Pet?” Caleb whispered. He traced the delicate shell
of Kitten’s ear with his finger; she shivered.

“All of these people….” She trailed off.

The sound of the flogger slapping against
naked flesh echoed through the room and was punctuated by Kid’s
pained growl. Again and again the flogger fell against Kid’s
increasingly warming skin. With each stroke, he lost more and more
of his bearing, until at last his muscles stopped bracing for the
blows and he ceased to temper the sounds pouring out of him.

Caleb should abhor the spectacle. Somewhere
in his mind he knew that watching someone essentially getting
whipped should disgust him, but nothing could be further from the
truth. Whippings excited him in a way not much else could. His mind
replayed the evening he had whipped Kitten. She had struggled,
cursed at him, lashed out at him physically, but in the end she had
come apart at his hands. He hadn’t worried about her feelings then
and he felt he shouldn’t worry about her feelings now.

He leaned down and spoke to her, “You
embarrassed me earlier. Should I strip you and return the favor in
front of all these people?”

Kitten muffled a cry by pressing her mouth
against his leg. She shook her head fervently, “No, Master,” she
managed to say.

“I would certainly like to see that,” Rafiq
interjected. “At the very least it would prove you haven’t gone
completely soft.” Caleb spared a glance for his mentor and raised
an eyebrow. “At least she’s addressing you properly.”

Caleb laughed, ignoring the way some of the
other guests glared at him. He wasn’t interrupting Celia. She was
much too focused to notice him, or anyone else that wasn’t the
slave at her feet for that matter. “I would, but I know she isn’t
ready. She’d only cause me more embarrassment.”

“Well then, perhaps you should allow me,” he
said, in English.

Suddenly, uproar spread throughout the room
and both Caleb and Rafiq craned their necks to see beyond the other
guests blocking their view. Caleb gasped and unwittingly, his
lengthening cock brushed against Kitten’s cheek.

Celia, the exotic little vixen, had stepped
into a harness, and jutting out from her bare pussy, stood one of
the largest dildo’s Caleb had ever seen. She let the crowd admire
it, waiting for the noise to die down before she went any
further.

Kid, still blindfolded, was rigid with
apprehension. He was trying, unsuccessfully, to ball himself up
tighter; as if he could crawl so deep inside himself he would
disappear. All he succeeded in doing was building the collective
lust of his voyeuristic audience.

“Push him back. I want him sitting on his
heels,” Celia said and the men eased the boy back.

Kid’s face was bright red and wet with
tears. His chest, unlike his back, bore only one raised, red stripe
from the flogger.

“Open your legs, Slave,” said Celia.

Kid sobbed harshly, his chest shaking with
the effort, but he complied.

“You’ve been such a good boy, Slave. I think
you’ve earned a gift.” Celia trailed the flogger slowly across
Kid’s cock and balls. Kid’s breath stopped all together and didn’t
return until after Celia had made a few passes with the soft
leather.

Slowly, his cock began to stir, growing
despite his shame and humiliation. Despite the fact his audience
watched with bated breath for the moment Celia would unleash her
dildo on him. Despite the fact he couldn’t possibly know what was
going to happen next.

Celia continued to coax Kid’s erection,
going so far as to lower herself to her knees and stroke him with
her bare hand. Kid groaned as his sensitive flesh was expertly
caressed. He’d seemingly forgotten about the flogger, didn’t know
about Celia’s cock, and his body swayed toward her slowly. Forward
and back, following her fingers and whimpering when they didn’t
come back fast enough to suit him.

“Greedy, slave,” Celia said. “I’m greedy too
and I don’t think you’ve earned your present yet.” She stood and
Kid held his breath again. Slowly, Celia put her plump nipple to
Kid’s lips. It was brave, considering the boy could bite her, but
Celia seemed unconcerned with such things. “Suck.”

Kid opened his mouth and accepted Celia’s
nipple. He groaned, loud and unabashed. His cock jerked in midair.
The pain seemed to be a memory to him as he latched on and suckled
Celia in long, hungry pulls that had her gasping and pulling his
mouth closer.

“Yes!” Celia yelled, and it required no
translation on Felipe’s part. “Suck harder.”

Kid obliged, only pulling his mouth away to
breathe and occasionally switch breasts, which Celia took great
relish in.

Finally, the moment had arrived and she
forced Kid’s head away with a loud pop. Her nipples were bright red
and fat from having been sucked so hard, but she didn’t seem to
take notice or care. She grabbed her rubber cock and brought it to
Kid’s mouth. “Now, suck this.”

Kid, obviously sensing something foreign,
reared back and turned his head, “No, Celia. Please, no.”

Celia didn’t bother to respond, she raised
the flogger and struck him across the chest with so much force
there was a collective wince in the room. Kid tried to double over,
but the men held him up.

Caleb wondered what it would be like to let
a woman whip him. Aside from Rafiq, no one had dared strike him and
lived after Tehran. Yes, Rafiq, had punished him in the very early
years, when Caleb still needed it to remind him he had survived. It
had been well over a decade, since Caleb had been on the submissive
end of any encounter.

“Suck it!” Celia repeated. This time, Kid
opened his mouth and let Celia fuck his mouth with the enormous
phallus.

The room was filled with the occasional
chuckle whenever Kid choked, but even then, they were apparent in
their lust. A look around the room would reveal some of the
master’s had decided to make use of their slaves mouths, mimicking
Celia’s movements and thrusting their very real cocks into the
ravenous mouths of the slaves at their feet.

Caleb looked down at Kitten. She had
abandoned her quest to not see or hear what was happening around
her and was openly watching as others fornicated around her. Caleb
reached for her hand and gently pressed it against his erection.
His cock leapt when her wide eyes darted to his. He expected her to
try and snatch her hand away, but he felt her fingers tighten
around him through the fabric of his pants.

“She seems to like you just fine. It must be
me she doesn’t care for,” said Rafiq rather wryly.

“Unlike some, she has taste,” Caleb
countered. He slowly lifted his hips and pressed deeper into
Kitten’s hand. He remembered the shower, the way she had eagerly
wanted to please him. He wanted that again. He wanted Livvie. The
thought jolted him back into the moment and he stilled Kitten’s
hand on his erection. She looked up at him.

Did I do something wrong?
Her eyes
asked. Caleb shook his head, but drew her hand away.

“Shy, Caleb? Really? You of all people,”
said Rafiq, mocking.

“Fuck you,” Caleb said, his tone
pleasant.

“Let him loose,” Celia said and once again,
drawing both him and Rafiq back to the scene in before them. As the
men worked to unbind Kid, Celia shimmied out of her strap-on and
seemed to brace herself.

The room was tense as Kid eagerly tried to
get loose even faster. Still, once he was free of the locks, he
remained on his knees and blindfolded in front of Celia. His cock
was still hard, which was impressive given the circumstances.

“Do you think you were good, Slave?” Celia’s
voice had dropped to a whisper that Felipe mimicked as well as he
could.

“Yes, Celia?” replied Kid.

“I agree. You were very good, for your first
time. Would you like to fuck me?” Kid jolted when Felipe repeated
the words for him to understand and though he didn’t seem capable
of rendering a verbal response, the crowd witnessed his cock
bobbing up and down as it filled completely. Precome wept copiously
from the tip. “Well, Slave. Do you want to fuck me or not?”

Kid nodded and stammered through his reply,
“Y-y-yes, Celia.”

Celia stepped in front of Kid and lifted his
arms to put them around her. Kid let out a needy sound and greedily
mauled the flesh offered to him. “Then fuck me,” Celia said.

Without further ado, Kid leapt on top of
Celia, tossing her to the ground with brutish force. Celia cried
out in abandon, but made no attempt to stop Kid from doing what he
wanted. His hips tilted back for only a moment and then he thrust
forward, savagely, into Celia’s pussy. He whimpered as he rutted
against her.

Celia moaned, arching her back and spreading
her legs as wide as she could, surrendering to the man pounding
away on top of her.
“
¡Sí, mi amor! Es todo
para ti. .
”

Yes, my love. It’s all for you.

Kid sought Celia’s nipple blindly and
finally pulled one into his mouth. He suckled Celia in rough,
bruising pulls. His hips, moved like a piston. Indeed, the boy
seemed violent in his need to come and by the way he gripped Celia,
it was obvious he would fight anyone who attempted to stop him.

Finally, Kid let out a sound best reserved
for a dying animal and thrust into Celia one final time. As the
crowd applauded and cheered, the boy shuddered and collapsed on top
of Celia.

Caleb quickly made his excuses, helped
Kitten to her feet and left the room in desperate search of the
butler and his room.

Chapter Ten

Matthew swallowed past the dryness in his
throat. If he didn’t know better, he would suspect Olivia of having
some sort of telepathic ability. He sat still in the uncomfortable
chair and tried not to draw attention to the raging erection he was
sporting.

Olivia’s eyes were fixed on him, but her
stare seemed to move through him and beyond to some place he
couldn’t see. Her eyes were brimmed with tears, but for whatever
reason, Matthew doubted they had much to do with the story. In
fact, she had told it with some fondness which he found disturbing
given the situation.

Unbidden, the image of a young woman,
dressed in white leather and wearing an enormous dildo flashed into
his mind and right on its heels, he wondered what it might be like
to be forced to suck it in front of a room full of strangers.
Matthew’s erection throbbed angrily and not for the first time, he
was ashamed. He sighed, disappointed with himself, and crossed his
ankle over his knee to better hide himself.

He clicked his pen a few times because his
fingers were anxious for something to do and then he wrote down the
names:
‘Kid’, Nancy, and Celia (No known last name)
. “So,
that was the night you met, Rafiq, and Felipe. Do you know what
happened to Kid or Nancy? How did they end up at the house? Did
Caleb kidnap them, too?”

Olivia glowered, but seemed unable to stop
staring off into space long enough to direct it at him. He couldn’t
make sense of her feelings toward her captor, despite knowing how
common it was. There just didn’t seem to be anything there worth
caring about as far as Matthew was concerned. However, he did
acknowledge there was a lot about Olivia worth admiring. She had
spent the last four months in the company of kidnappers, rapists,
murderers, drug dealers, and human traffickers, but she’d somehow
maintained a certain naivety and triumphant strength that
apparently, could not be stripped away from her.

“I don’t know what happened to them. The
last time I saw them, they were both alive. Kid is probably fine;
Felipe really liked him. Nancy…I don’t know. Maybe she’s still with
Rafiq,” she whispered without blinking.