Author's Note: Welcome to the final chapter of Shannon's story. Please note, this is not a 'Non-consent' story, it is a 'Reluctance' story. I hope you've enjoyed the ride.
The strong hand withdrew from my upper arm leaving me standing in the middle of the games room. I held my breath. I couldn't believe I was actually there. My mind was reeling with the experience of being naked and blindfolded before men who had never seen me that way. No one said a word. It felt like they were drinking in the sight of me. I tightly held onto the comforting knowledge that Johan was with me. Even though I had no idea what was going to happen, I would be okay. As the seconds ticked by and no one spoke, it became more unsettling and my imagination went into overdrive.
I hoped they wouldn't be too rough with me. Or did I? God, I was so confused. My pussy was wet and my nipples were hard angry little raspberries perched high on my breasts. Tingles and blushes ran over my skin. I was turned on fiercely, excited by the unknown yet filled with trepidation. Leah had spanked me all the way down the hallway to the games room and my ass smarted. Briefly I wondered if it was pink. Instinctively I flexed my butt muscles and clenched the little plug in my ass. I was sure they could see it clearly. In the darkness behind the blindfold, my face felt hot. I bit my lip, determined to be quiet.
Finally Johan's low and intimidating voice broke the unnerving silence, speaking slowly and clearly. "What are you doing standing up?"
"I didn't... S... Sorry!"
Slinking to my knees, I swallowed. I knelt up on the 'heavy wear' carpet, my knees a little apart, clasping my hands behind my back again. I hoped I looked good to him. I hoped I looked good to all of them. Trying to hold my head high, I started to feel uncomfortable in the continuing silence. I gradually let it fall forward, wondering whether it was a good idea to look so proud.
Fingers slid into the hair at the back of my head, tightening almost painfully. A deep, menacing voice took my breath away. "Be a good girl and tell Ernie how much you like sucking big black cocks." In a split second I realised it was Ernie from the strip club. My adrenaline shot from a hundred to a thousand. There weren't three. There were FOUR!
Covering my thudding heart with one of my shaking hands, I gasped, "G... God, Ernie, you nearly gave me a heart attack."
He tightened his grip in my hair. "You didn't answer the question."
My eyes darted around under the blindfold. "I... I... I can't remember it."
"Put your hands behind your back again. I don't want to see them." I did, threading my fingers together as my heart palpitated. "I asked you to tell me how much you like sucking big black cocks," he repeated.
"Ohhh..." I whimpered. What was I supposed to say? My ears felt like they were faintly ringing. "I don't know... I... I never have before..."
"What? A dirty little fucktoy like you hasn't sucked black cock? Well, I'm sure you'll be getting a lot of practice from now on, so you'll be able to form an opinion real soon. Not that it will matter. You'll still be sucking my friends' cocks anyway after I tell them all about your hot little mouth." He pulled my hair back hard, arching my neck. "Won't you, whore?"
"Nooo!" I whimpered.
Damn it, Leah! You betrayed me!
I heard Johan's cackle, eagerly joined by the others in the room. God! How many were there? Ernie smelled really good, so I'd be able to recognise him. One had an evil snort. It might have been David, but I hadn't heard him make a noise like that before. He was on my left. Johan was easy to recognise as I knew his voice. His laugh came from in front of me and a little to the right, but a few feet away. I heard a soft tinkle and remembered Allan wore a thick steel-linked bracelet. He had a habit of occasionally shaking it. I always wondered if it meant anything to Debbie. He was standing a bit behind me, also on my right. In my mind I could see him making himself a drink at the bar. I heard the clink-clink of ice and almost smiled.
"What's so fuckin funny?" Ernie asked from an inch away, a mist of hot spit hitting my face on each of the 'effs'. His breath was sweet with a coating of fine liquor. I hoped they hadn't been drinking too much.
"N... Nothing..."
"Typical," said my Johan, causing my jaw to drop. "She always tries to avoid answering."
"We'll see about that," David replied, ominously from my left.
"Look at that wet cunt," someone said and I snapped my head toward him, my jaw dropping. I didn't recognise who it was!
Oh, my God! FIVE!
The voice came from beside Johan. My mind raced. It was indistinct and it could have been anyone! "What a fuckin whore." A stranger was calling me a whore!
"I knew she'd be like this," Johan said. I could tell he was smiling and I was mortified. "Next time you avoid answering, we are going to spank you, understood?"
I nodded and trembled, grinding my teeth.
Allan surprised me with what he said next. I'd never even heard him swear before. "Look, she can't fuckin wait. She's raring to go. There's cunt juice running down her legs."
"She must be thinkin about suckin black cocks," Ernie teased.
I tried to keep still but only succeeded in shivering harder. Ernie slipped his fingers from my hair and leaned back up. His voice came from right above me. He must have been standing inches away. I breathed through my nose, wondering if I could smell his cock. I caught myself doing it and blushed crimson. I was glad I was blindfolded.
"I'm going to stand behind you so I can watch that tight ass." He seemed to hesitate. "What are you doing?"
"Ohhh..." I didn't want to get spanked!
"Are you trying to smell my cock?" I was caught! My inability to lie got me again and I nodded. "I thought so," he chuckled. His fingers slid around the back of my head and guided my nose into his crotch. Johan laughed and the others did too.
"Get a good whiff, blondie. Yeah, I bet you love the smell of cock."
"Nooooooo..." I protested weakly. My voice was muffled and it sounded like I moaned.
Johan chuckled. "Heh heh. She loves it. She loves everything about cocks. I really should be charging you guys for this."
Ernie let go and pushed my head out of his crotch amid the chuckling. "I'd pay," he said, pinching my nipple and making me gasp. He walked around me and I heard a stool move behind my back. "Man, what an ass. Look at that. Did you put that plug up your ass yourself, Shannon?" he asked.
"Y... Yes," I whispered.
"Dirty little whore loves it up the ass, eh?" the mystery guy commented crudely. I imagined him nudging Johan with his elbow.
"No, I-" I began.
"Answer Steve, Shannon!" Johan hissed.
His name was Steve!
"Ohh-"
My world spun. I imagined I was some nameless wench being taunted by a bunch of half drunk animals in the middle ages. Their voices melded together and the images shifted. They were a pack, a gang, an unruly crowd, acting as one. I was to be consumed. The thought made me shudder right through my body and my cunt clenched.
"Aw man, would you look at that," one of them said, noticing the twin trickles of thin honey making their way to my knees down the insides of each thigh. "Only a slut gets
that
wet."
"Look at how hard her nipples are," another said. I swallowed, looking around under the blindfold, trying to remember where each man was and feeling faint.
I can't want this... surely I don't WANT this.
Johan was suddenly beside me, hissing in my ear. At the same time he took my right nipple between his finger and thumb and twisted it hard. "You are enjoying yourself... Far. Too. Much." On each enunciated word he pulled my nipple upward. I clenched my teeth and clamped my eyes shut under the blindfold, failing utterly to suppress a loud moan.
"Ohh... Ohh...Oooooofuckkkk!!!" flew out of my mouth.
"You're a dirty whore, aren't you, Shannon?"
He spoke loudly, right in my ear, a parody of a secret. Releasing my nipple, he gripped my hair roughly again. "Please! I don't know what to sa-"
Then he clipped me on my right nipple. He used a downward motion with his fingers loosely together, the tips of them barely snicking my skin. It was the kind of slap that happens so fast you barely see it coming. I'd had them before, but only on my ass and usually while getting fucked. Being smacked while blindfolded was a
whole
new experience.
Like lightning the nerve endings transmitted a short, shocked pulse to my brain where a wave of pain was triggered. I sucked air through clenched teeth in a rush. Sweet heat flared in my nipple. Air came back out of my open mouth in quiet shudders. I shut my mouth, swallowing moans and breathing hard through my nose. My nipple felt like it was on fire. I held my hands together behind my back as tight as I could. The heat of the snap made my nipple feel heavy and almost bloated on my chest. I shuddered to think how it must have looked.
Before I could protest, he slapped my other breast the same way, only
harder
