Alex had earlier in the evening won a dance contest at an abandoned strip joint; it had been taken over by an outlaw motorcycle gang before being gutted and remodeled. It still featured a stage, runway, and sound system. Her passionate performance earned her first prize, and the honor of sleeping with Stone, the president of the local chapter of the Gypsy Jokers.
Stone, after arriving at his hillside home above Universal City, plied Alex with dope and booze, sending her into a mind numbing high before being joined by Rocky, Stone's best friend and roommate. The two men smoked, drank, and told erotic tales, before easing Alex into an intense ménage a trios. The two burly men ravished her body, leaving her quivering, panting, lost in a drugged induced haze. Rocky, exhausted, excused himself, saying he was tired, satiated by the wild fucking.
Stone hugged and comforted the young realtor, soothing her before springing his biggest surprise. Still quaking from her first threesome, Alex was introduced to the dungeon. The burly biker gingerly led the trembling woman down a flight of stairs, and through a security door. He switched on a series of indirect lights, revealing a house of mirrors. Stone moved slowly, but deliberately, through the converted basement, lighting an array of candles. The flickering candlelight played tricks on the eye, creating a shadowy world of reflected images, bouncing off the mirrored walls, creating a fuzzy, dreamlike world.
Alex stood in the middle of the room, body still bathed in the sensual aftermath of hot physical sex, her first taste of being ravished by two men simultaneously. Her trembling legs sent slight shivers throughout her body, causing her full breasts to sway. Her erect nipples, and flawless, blemish free olive skin glowed in the near darkness, creating an image of erotic perfection. Her physical gifts, full breasts, flat stomach, and fleshy but pouting ass, were perfected by the mirrored candlelight.
"Join me, Alex, I have a story." Stone motioned her to share the elevated bed. The only wall without mirrors was behind the headboard. There, on a poster, the word's "Justine's bed" was inscribed above the image of a shy young girl, smiling demurely as if she were hiding a secret.
Alex cautiously accepted the biker's invitation, mesmerized not only by his commanding voice, but also by the playful candlelight. She leaned back on an oversized pillow, her boozed and drug filled mind struggling to focus the shifting images.
"Have you read the Marquis de Sade," Stone said, flashing Alex a sly grin.
"A little, in college, in my human sexuality class."
"He is my philosophical guru."
"What? I thought sadism was his thing."
"Perhaps, but there's much more to the Marquis. He once boasted," Stone said, "that morality is nothing more than fashion."
"So, right and wrong are only what's in style?" Alex's murmured, her cognitive functions numbed, overwhelmed by the booze, dope, and most of all, her bodily needs.
"That's only part of it. Alex, nirvana is here. We can only be happy and enjoy our true nature when we are freed from all moral and social restraint." Stone lay back, briefly savoring the Marquis words, and then added, "He wrote that his novel Justine was a work capable of corrupting the devil."
"Oh my, that's sounds wicked," Alex said, less aware of Stone's words than the mesmerizing play of reflected candlelight.
Stone reached over and cradled Alex to his muscular chest, softly stroking her hair. His large, calloused hands gradually moved down her neck and shoulders, followed by soft, moist kisses. His lips found her swollen breasts, tonguing her erect nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through her numbed body. She was immobilized, captured by his hypnotic message and the surrealistic scene. Stone's sexual dungeon had propelled her into a netherworld.
Stone slowly slid off the bed, reached for a lit candle, and waved it gently above her heaving breasts. "I have something to heighten our senses. Watch!" Stone carefully dipped the candle, splashing hot candle wax on his chest. He smiled, and then moaned, "Fucking erotic! Now, your turn."
Alex grimaced, then flinched, as the hot wax splashed on her quivering abs. Stone grinned, waited for the candle wax to pool, and then lightly splashed her breasts. "Oh, fuck. What are you doing?"
"Patience, my Justine."
"What?" Alex was puzzled by the Justine reference.
"Role playing, my dear. Tonight, you are my Justine."
"God help me," she blurted.
"If there's a God, he's smiling down at us."
Stone slid on the bed, lazily dripping hot wax around her fleshy breasts. He picked up two larger lit candles, playfully splashing candle wax on her erect nipples. When the wax first met her silky skin, Alex grimaced, then shuddered. As she grew accustomed to the initial shock, she discovered a warm sensation spreading across her chest, bursting into a fireball, touching off sparks of intense pleasure. The fireball of pleasure exploded somewhere deep within her, sending shockwaves of sensual heat to her erogenous zones. Her breasts and cunt burned with a mixture of heat and pleasure. Alex was on fire.
Stone stared into her glazed, out of focused eyes, moist with tears of erotic joy, before smothering her soft lips with his. He probed her willing mouth, causing the young widow to moan, suddenly blurting, "Oh, fuck." Stone eagerly explored her soft skin and voluptuous curves, savoring every corner of her willing body.
After long moments of heavy panting from the sensual foreplay, Stone pulled a silk scarf from a nearby table. He teasingly trailed the scarf over her trembling breasts, hips, and thighs, finally coming to rest on her shaved pussy. He toyed with her clit, dancing the opened scarf about her labia, slowly slicing her gash with its softness. Alex's thighs became moist, fluids streaming from her tingling cunt.
Stone held back the silk scarf, replacing its softness with his moist tongue. He worked her cunt, first gently licking the labia and clit, then plunging his fleshy tongue deep within her gushing cunt, nearly drowning in her juices. While Alex panted her approval, Stone slowly inserted the scarf into her ass, adroitly pushing the wad of silk deep into her rectum. Her moans intensified and hit a crescendo when Stone swiftly tugged on the scarf, yanking it free. Alex screamed, sensing she had been turned inside out.
