Mallory In The Room Of Men

Once she got out onto the street, Mallory started to walk with purpose, if not direction, her boots on the pavement a metronome. She was keen to leave this decaying city behind her.

At last, structures and infrastructure ran out, and she was walking in raw territory, unmetalled roads and footpaths. The environment outside the cities was often discussed, but in almost folkloric terms, as few had been there. It was commonly held though, that things were... different there.

The scenery shuffled from dry and dusty, almost desert, to lush and green with streams running through it. Buildings were uncommon. The one constant was Mallory's unshakable state of arousal. She felt like her cunt was glowing, and was certain the inside of her shorts were permanently sodden.

She regularly had to stop walking in order to find relief in masturbation. This happened almost hourly. She would simply sit down out in the open, pull off her shorts, open her legs and take her fingers to herself. There was no need for caution. No one had been seen for hours.

The prospect of being seen was so remote that occasionally she wouldn't put her shorts back on when resuming walking, but simply carry on bottomless, her shorts in her hand. It wouldn't ever be long before she needed to bring herself to orgasm again.

The sky started to darken, and Mallory was relieved to see a large house in the distance, in a vaguely hacienda style. She was hungry, and she needed to get her boots off and lie down. She put her shorts back on, walked up to the grand front door and sounded the knocker.

The door was opened by a small aged man dressed smartly. He invited Mallory in before she had a chance to speak, and led her through the house. At the end of the procession she found herself in the company of a man who introduced himself as the captain once the usher had withdrawn.

Without detail, Mallory explained that she was tired and hungry. That was enough for the captain to summon two men who took her to a comfortable room with a bed, and a promise of a meal when she woke. Once she'd been left in the room, she pulled off her boots and fell back into dark velvety sleep.

Mallory didn't know how long she'd slept, but she woke to find a man at the side of her bed. She showed her where she could wash. She masturbated twice in the shower. Once she'd dried herself and dressed, the man who'd been waiting outside the bathroom took her to a dining room with breakfast.

The captain was at the table, and greeted her as she sat. Mallory gorged herself. When she'd finished, he noted that she'd clearly been famished. That's not the only appetite I find myself with, she replied with a smile. Her cunt was throbbing again. I think I understand you, the captain said.

What is this place? she asked. This is a house of men, and only men, the captain said. Not by choice. It started as a refuge from the modern situation, but it's been a long, long time since we shared it with a woman. You've made me feel very welcome, said Mallory. Oh, you are.

And now I have somewhere I'd like to show you. I'm all curiosity, Mallory said, her mood light after the respite of sleep and food. Would you then please come with me? The captain opened the door and Mallory accompanied him out of the room. They walked in silence down a long corridor.

The door they came to was heavy and black. The captain opened it and gestured for Mallory to enter ahead of him. Inside, the room was spartan, and populated by something like fifteen silent men. They were naked. The captain closed the door behind him, and began to undress. Mallory's cunt ached.

In this room are a dozen men who want to fuck you in every hole you have until they have no more fucking left in them, the captain said.

Sounds like fun, Mallory said, and hauled her bra off over her head.

She pulled down her shorts and stepped out of them, and was about to unzip her boots when the captain stopped her. You can leave the boots on, he said. Some of the men like that.

Mallory had hardly straightened herself when she felt a man trying to work his cock into her anus. Hold on, mister, she said. She spat into her hand and wet her hole for him.

The cock in her ass was immediately rhymed by another in her cunt. That needed no spit -- she was already dripping. The two men pressed into her, forcing the air out of her. She rode both cocks ecstatically.

Both men finished inside Mallory quickly, withdrawing to leave both her holes dripping white. She gasped, You're not making use of my mouth. The captain clicked his fingers.

Mallory hadn't previously noticed the apparatus now being lowered from the ceiling. It was a steel ring on a pulley from which ropes terminating in cuffs and straps radiated. Deft hands wound these around her waist and tethered her thighs and shoulders She was suddenly hoisted aloft.

The bonds were adjusted so that she hung horizontally at a height of about three feet, her thighs open, her hands free. She reached out and found two cocks to stimulate. A new cock found her cunt, and she swung forward slightly. Another was pushed into her mouth.

Mallory became a frenzied pleasure machine, sucking, manipulating and accommodating a succession of cocks, spinning on her ropes, being showered in cum.

When every man had crumpled spent onto the floor, and the captain was the last one standing, Mallory nodded to him to let her down. He straightened and lowered her until her feet were back on the ground, and undid her bonds. She stood panting, full of and coated in cum wet and dry.

She put her hand between her legs and masturbated as the captain watched, coming with a heavy sigh. She licked her fingers.

I need to clean up, she said. One by one, the fallen men picked themselves up, and taking Mallory gently by the arm, led her into an adjoining room.

In this room was a tiled cubicle, which she was guided into. Deferential hands removed her boots, the only thing she was wearing. Great pitchers were produced, and the warm water in them poured over Mallory's body. She was carefully soaped and rinsed in every curve and crevice. She closed her eyes.

She was towelled dry and had violet-scented oil rubbed into her flesh. Her hair, on her head and between her legs, was brushed softly. She picked up her boots and went back to the main room. Where are my clothes? she asked. The captain brought her her black bra and black shorts. She put them on.

Mallory kissed the captain on his lips. I've enjoyed this, she said. Good luck. She didn't look back as she walked out of the room of men.