Chapter 5: Confrontations
"If I had my way, I'd keep you here forever. You're going to be a hard act to follow!"
I know Sherry intended that as a compliment. Needless to say, I didn't take it that way.
My chest was still heaving. I had never been so exhausted in my life. Was this never going to end? Were these lust-crazed women really going to drain me dry?
Sherry climbed off me, and left the room for a couple of minutes. She returned with a 32-ounce bottle of orange Gatorade and a straw. She said "You need your nourishment, and of course none of us wants to see you get sick as a result of what we're doing here. However, that nasty little trick you pulled with the soup didn't earn you any brownie points.
"So let's try this again. We're going to take the gag off. This time, we're going to
leave
it off. We'll give you the Gatorade through the straw. Too sloppy otherwise. If you yell β except when you're coming, of course - or if you spit, or if you try to bite us while we're kissing you..." She took the 10-inch dildo she had been using on herself and rested it on my chest. "...
this
goes right up your ass. Unless I decide to squeeze your balls again. Or both. Or try to make you last for TWO hours this time. You're safe only as long as you cooperate β and as long as your dick holds up! Got the picture?"
She's crazy, I thought to myself. Absolutely bat-shit insane. Just like her sister. Julie looked on, with a forlorn look on her face. I think she may have even begun to realize exactly how nuts her friends were. I got the idea that the only reason Julie was still in this was... well, because she was too far involved to stop now. But that didn't excuse the fact that, like her friends, she had taken advantage of me also. She asked to give me my drink. Our eyes met. She was frightened. I had no doubt at all. A silent conversation passed between us:
I'm sorry. This is
not
the way I wanted this to go. This is getting out of hand.
It's okay. I know that you're only doing what you're doing because of them.
I pleaded with my eyes:
Just be gentle, and try to make the next time quick.
I slowly sipped the Gatorade, knowing that I was putting off the next sexual encounter for as long as I could nurse the drink. The two sisters sat on their chairs, masturbating. I was amazed that their pussies weren't sore from all the activity β they'd both been masturbating and/or fucking me for a sizable period of time. My penis, so alive earlier, was hanging limply. It was raw on the underside from the series of blowjobs I had just received.
The three girls shuffled and then drew from a deck of cards. Rachel drew first β a four. She looked disappointed. She consoled herself with her dildo. Sherry drew a queen β with an evil laugh, she suggested it was a queen for the Queen. But Julie, almost absent-mindedly, drew an ace, much to Sherry's distress. Sherry shrugged β "Alright, you get to warm him up for me!"
I looked out the window, and saw that night had fallen. It was about 9 P.M. I had been their captive for about six hours already. Julie looked at me compassionately while she was giving me my drink. She wept quietly while staring at me. She finally turned to her friends, distraught and with tears running down her cheeks:
"That's
enough
. We've done what we brought him here for. He's in PAIN, for God's sake! Can't you see he's hurting? And you're threatening to hurt him even more. Let's stop this before we REALLY injure him!"
Sherry shook her head. "Are you fucking KIDDING? You've been in this right from the start. You took your turn just like the rest of us.
Now
you're suddenly growing a conscience?"
Julie, determined, stood up and answered, "I'm not going to let you do this anymore. It's OVER, Sherry, DONE!! I'm going to untie him!"
"I'd like to see you fucking try!", Sherry exclaimed as she jumped from her seat. She moved towards me menacingly. "He's OURS! We're KEEPING him here until we're finished!!!"