It all started innocently enough one summer evening with a phone call from my next door neighbour, Debbie who sounded very upset. "Ken, you must help me please, I am in a terrible fix with Ellen!" Debbie sounded almost hysterical - Ellen was her very attractive daughter, a sixth former who had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday. "Of course I will help, Debbie, What do you want me to do?"
"Ellen is in Brighton at a sixth form party in the private LFD Club. I had arranged to pick her up at 11.00pm but I am in no fit state to drive because I have gone down with a terrible attack of migraine. I can hardly see with it and I have taken a double dose of drugs so I am very drowsy and will certainly fall deeply asleep shortly. Simon (Debbie's husband) is abroad on business so he can't help. Ellen can't take the train because there are no services at all this weekend due to track repairs. So she will be stuck in Brighton which is such a dangerous place at night for a young girl, especially the way she dressed before she went out!" At that last remark I began to think of Ellen - tall, trim figure, blond with long hair, very long shapely legs and a penchant - even when in school uniform - for wearing extremely, almost obscenely, short, flared skirts. My cock began to harden and twitch in anticipation of an interesting night ahead!
"Please don't worry, Debbie," I replied, "if you give me the address, I will be only too happy to pick Ellen up "(an understatement if ever I heard one! I was already planning how I might abduct and seduce Ellen, since I was on my own - my wife, Wendy, was away in London on a residential history of art course and would not be home for three more days.) Debbie gave me the address and also Ellen's mobile number. I did not learn until later what the club's initials stood for or that it was situated in the heart of Brighton's lesbian district, which perhaps explained much of what was to happen to me shortly.
I telephoned Ellen and told her that I would be collecting her instead of her ailing mother. When I said that I would be at the club at 11.00 pm Ellen said not to expect her to be waiting outside but to come down to the party, which was taking place in the lower basement. Through Ellen's phone, I could hear the sound of laughter and smoochy dance music. It sounded like a good party.
The tough looking bouncers were expecting me and, smirking quietly to themselves at some secret joke, took me down stairs to the lower basement. I was amazed at what I saw as I entered the small room, which was lit with flaming torches on the walls that created an almost hypnotising flickering effect and deep intriguing pools of darkness. The room was full of girls - I was the only man! About sixteen of them - certainly no more than twenty. And what girls! All beautiful and sexy sixth formers and college students aged, I guessed, between eighteen and twenty. Blonds, redheads, brunettes, black haired. A couple of very black Africans, two petit Chinese. All sexily dressed - some in micro miniskirts, others in long gowns with slits up to their waists, some with neck lines so low that their breasts were spilling out in all their glory, many in skimpy or transparent night dresses! Among them was Ellen, looking stunning in a very short, skimpy, backless, lace dress.
What was really amazing was what they were doing in the pools of darkness. All were paired off and each pair was entwined on the floor - writhing in sexual postures. Some were simply kissing and caressing their most intimate parts. Others were locked in the 69 position, heads between thighs and licking and sucking each other's cunts. At least one pair was engaged in a trib fight, cunt against cunt, no holds barred. There were sounds of sexual ecstasy and orgasm and sexually charged screams and grunts of satisfaction. In short, I was witnessing a lesbian orgy on a huge scale .My erection was so hard that it was painful. I almost came without touching my prick. In addition, there was a distinct and very pervasive smell in the room which was made up of alcohol, cigarette smoke, cannabis and most dominant of all, female sexual arousal! I thought I was in heaven - but all too soon it turned to hell.
Because the lighting in the room was so subdued, none of the girls noticed me at first, allowing me to enjoy their revealed beauty and sexuality unchallenged. When some of them did, a great shout went up "Oh my God, there is a man in the room!" Hearing that cry, they all converged on me until I was surrounded by highly sexually charged, nubile young women with the youngest looking as if she were under age and Ellen prominent in the front. Ellen called out"He must pay the entrance fee - he has to give each one of us a long, deep tongue in mouth kiss!"
I grabbed Ellen first. Her mouth opened willingly to give my tongue access and we began a long, lingering wet kiss during which we rubbed our bodies sensuously against each other. Next I kissed the youngest looking girl in the room, whose mouth was sweet like honey - as I did so, my fingers explored her budding breasts and nipples. My third partner was one of the African girls with a full figure and prominent bosom, which she squashed into my chest as her leg forced its way sexily into my crotch. I was in paradise but then things began to change. The other girls were becoming impatient for their turn. They began pawing at my body. At first it was exciting to have so many oestrogen charged young women grabbing and stroking my private parts and then unzipping me and forcing their fingers around my cock. But soon, those not kissing me were tearing at my clothes, taking them off - my trousers and pants were forced down to my feet, my shirt was pulled over my head. Soon I was stark naked.
A voice cried out "Now that we have captured this man, sisters we must mark him!" At this pre-arranged signal, three of the tallest and largest girls hurled themselves upon me and wrestled me to the floor on my back. Immediately, four others held me down spread-eagled. One of them was Ellen, who sat on my face with her legs either side of my torso. I was helpless.
"Let the marking begin!" the leader cried. At first I could concentrate on nothing except the fantastic feel and smell and taste of Ellen's body, particularly her cunt, over my face. She was hot to the feel, exuding copious amounts of girl juice and the scent of growing sexual arousal. I could tell that her clit was growing and hardening. She whispered "Lick my clit till I cum and I shall ensure that no one hurts you, darling!" Then it started. Each girl in turn gave me a hickey on a different part of my body - first my prick, then my thighs, next my neck, chest and shoulders. At first the experience was sexually simulating - especially as I brought Ellen to a big orgasm, which she thought it wise to stifle; then it seemed painful; and in its final stages, as the girls had intended, it was humiliating and terrifying. Finally, the experience ended. No one was biting me anymore! The sharp pains ceased. But I was broken and humiliated so all the girls, including Ellen, got up knowing that I would remain on my back, totally exposed."Sisters, this pathetic man is now our marked slave! Another trophy for the Lesbian FemDom Club."
"Let's have a proper look at this man. Get him to stand up on the chair in the middle of the room!" The four girls who had been holding me down now helped me to my feet and helped me to stand on the chair under the spot light, which now illuminated the centre of the room. "Let's see just how big he is. Ellen, you seem to know the slave, please wank him so that we can see how big his prick is. As she started to touch my prick, she mouthed to me "Ken, darling, I am so sorry! I promise to make it up to you afterwards if and when we get out."
