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Dale tried to enjoy the few minutes of peace he'd been offered. It was a losing battle, however, since he'd not been told how long the women he'd been
entertained
by would be gone. He'd long given up pulling at the ropes that bound him to the bed in such a precarious position. He still couldn't believe he was stupid enough to allow that to happen in the first place.
He'd been so intoxicated by the idea of a threesome with two gorgeous women that he readily agreed to sign up for it. And that was literal. He'd actually signed not one, but several documents that Gloria had handed him, with the idea that he'd willingly follow her lead without question.
It didn't seem like a bad idea at the time. After all, Alexis, the hot young waitress he'd been hitting on for weeks at his new favorite haunt had signed them as well. He'd assumed that it was just as Gloria stated, a way to protect herself as a successful businesswoman from the threats that might come from delving into an erotic world she obviously enjoyed in private. Seeing how she'd behaved up to that point, he could understand, but left alone to his thoughts it suddenly seemed more like he'd signed away his soul to some sexy devil.
He was on his hands and knees, his torso supported by cushions from the small couch in the room. His arms and legs were spread out, his elbows secured to his knees on each side of his body, keeping him from moving at all. He knew, because he'd certainly tried; moving around only made the binds tighter. The fact that he'd gotten naked also seemed like a foolish move in hindsight, but he'd been thinking with his dick for weeks and all it seemed to do was get him into more and more trouble. It certainly wasn't getting him laid.
Still, he held out hope because of the agreement he'd signed with Gloria, or Miss, as she was insisting on being called. She'd been introduced as 'Miss Anderson,' which was the only name he really had to go by. He knew it wasn't her real last name, but he
didn't
know she wasn't an actual businesswoman. That would have been a surprise to him. Everything that was happening seemed to be.
He remembered her words specifically, even with the number of beers he'd had. She promised him
a night filled with sexual adventures you never would have imagined in your life
. But he realized sometime after he began watching her and Alexis having sex on the bed across from the one he was tied to, that he'd never actually read the document. He'd signed the one Gloria had given him, because Alexis signed one first. And then he was a damn fool and slapped his signature on a few more.
He'd been promised a threesome and while there technically had been three people in the room, to that point only two of them had had sex. That didn't even account for the unexpected appearance of a Goth-dressed woman taking pictures of him in such a compromising position. He would have loved to express his displeasure about that turn of events, but the ball gag stuffed into his mouth made it impossible. Alone in his thoughts, he only then began to wonder just what was on the papers he'd signed.
It didn't matter as much anymore though. He'd been watching live lesbian porn for the last couple of hours and his cock was hard and aching. He would have gladly signed anything at that point if it meant a chance that he'd be allowed to cum. As it was his cock was dripping pre-cum, and it would twitch every now and then when something particularly exciting happened on the other bed.
That action had stopped abruptly after 'Miss' came one more time; it had to be at least her seventh orgasm by his count. And her 'pet', as she was calling Alexis, had easily topped that number. The two had taken turns using a strap-on with each other, and Gloria seemed to have a way with the fake phallus; one that must have felt all too real to Alexis.
In kind, Alexis figured out how to move her hips, and she eventually had Gloria soaring when they traded places. With that latest orgasm, however, the two of them got up and departed to the other room, Rose having already left. The door closed behind them and he took a moment to try and relax; his pent-up frustration and nerves frazzled to the point he was scared to move.
Every time he closed his eyes in hopes of escaping in his head, he'd hear a noise, making them snap open. It was the fear of the unknown and feeling trapped. The three women had taken to calling him 'pig', and he felt like he'd been penned up like one. Or worse, he was moments away from be led to some ritualistic slaughter.
It was hard to tell how long he was alone. Certainly, fifteen minutes, but it could have been closer to a half-hour. All he knew was his cock hadn't softened and his body craved attention. He was drooling around the rubber ball of the gag that had been forced into his mouth, a steady stream of saliva flowing down his chin to the mattress underneath him. His breathing had calmed as he'd gotten used it, but his jaw began to ache. He did his best not to think about it, or any other part of the unpleasant way he was restricted on the bed. For the most part he was able to, but never enough to relax fully.
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"Are you sure about this?" Valerie asked in a panic.
"Am I sure? I've never been more sure of anything in my life," Kendrick growled, taking her hand away from his cock. His anger rising, like his gigantic frame as he got up off the bed, he took a step toward the connector door between the two hotel rooms.
It was an odd time for her to bring it up. Valerie had been kneeling on the floor between Kendrick's legs making love to his beautiful cock, licking playfully at his heavy balls. He was at the foot of one of the double beds, he feet on the floor while leaning back on his arms. He been watching the buxom naked blonde enjoying herself. He was still dressed; his manhood having been extracted from the opening in front of his pants while they'd been in the elevator on the ride up to their floor.
"I'm sorry, baby," she said nervously, yet still feeling comfortable enough to use the pet name she'd given him. "I just wanted you to know what we're doing here. I didn't want you to go into this without knowing everything."
"
You're
sorry. He
raped
you, Valerie. That's all I needed to hear."
Kendrick was the muscular Adonis that she'd allowed to pick her up for a one-night-stand, with some helpful guidance from her cousin Ann. While neither of them knew that Neil had somewhat orchestrated his presence at the bar, Kendrick was in that room of his own free will. He wanted to be. In his mind if he wasn't asked to show by a friend and he would have stumbled into the bar on his own, he would have easily found a way to try to entice Valerie into sharing a night of sexual adventure.
He knew a bit of the back story from his friend Carlos, who had called him. Carlos told him the basics of what he'd learned from Neil, sharing them. Because of that he willingly signed up to be a woman's knight in shining armor. But he didn't know everything. Ann filled in some of the blanks in the car when they were driving to the hotel together. But it wasn't until Valerie spilled the final details about the abusive jerk in the other room that he lost it.
It was with that information that Kendrick decided to take the knight concept and put it into action. Hearing how Dale raped Valerie nearly sent him into a rage at first. Ann had to stop what she was doing with Gloria, which at the time was being on the receiving end of a wonderful fucking with the strap-on attached to her long-time friend. She moved forward in a rush, jumping up off the bed and racing over to help calm him down.
"Val didn't tell you that to make you upset. She just wanted you to know why what we're doing is so important," Ann said in a soothing voice, putting her hand gently on his massive chest to keep him in place.
"Yeah, well, it just got damn important to me too, Anna."
"I can see that. You got so worked up you lost that beautiful erection of yours."
"I can get that up again," Valerie said playfully, hoping to lessen his anger.
"Right now, I have another idea to remedy that," he snarled.
"Whoa... what are you thinking Kendrick?" Ann asked as she pressed her hand into his chest more firmly. It said a lot that he was looking right past the stunning blonde in front of him, considering she was just as naked as most of the women in the room. He only had eyes on that door.
Feeling Ann slowly rub his pec through his shirt, he relented, at least about moving toward the door with the malice it looked like he intended. Instead, he shook his body, releasing a bit of the fury that had suddenly built up.
"It's okay. I'm fine," he nodded. But he also provided a disclaimer that he wasn't going to just let it go. "Look, no offense ladies, but I hope you know that whatever you have in mind for that fucker, a
man
is going to put end to this."
"Neil already has that covered, Kendrick. He'll be dealing with him tomorrow."
"Okay, what's his plan, Anna?"
"I'm not sure. We all have specific roles we're supposed to play. There's kind of a lot going on. We all have things we're assigned to take care of. Mine was to take Valerie to the bar and help her find you."
Kendrick softened, but corrected her. "I understand how you may feel that way. And I'm sure she loves you for that, Anna, but Val found me all on her own tonight."
"Aww, baby," Valerie cooed, sidling up and putting her arm around his waist. Her hand returned to his flaccid cock. "My God, you're twice as big soft than he is hard."
