Darlene didn't know if it was day or night but she had just opened her eyes and rubbed the sleep from them. The room was still the same, white, pure white. She had no idea how long she'd been there, how many days or weeks had passed. The memory of nothing really mattered now.
Then she saw it sitting near the doorway. A bowl, steam wisped from it. Bent down in a cautious crawl Darlene crept toward the white bowl. That's when she realized the smears and drips of blood she left on the wall and floor her first day were now gone. The bowl contained a mushy, but edible, substance which she stomached half of.
After pushing the bowl away she saw something else, an amazing thing. On the opposite wall was a speck of color, small, no more than two inches by two inches. She crawled closer but still couldn't recognize it. But after coming to within a foot of the squarish spot a futile whimper escaped from her surprised lips.
Her house. The beautiful, ranch-style home in Tranquil Acres she and Ken had worked so hard to get. The sweeping lines, the maturing shrubs, Ken's flawless lawn, it was all-there in the miniature picture. No, not a picture, a projection, like a slide being shown on the wall. Darlene passed her hand in front and saw no shadow, it had to come from the other side of the wall.
Her eyes were wet as she moved extremely close to the comforting familiarity of her home, the driveway, TV antenna, mailbox, everything. The picture started to enlarge, somehow grow bigger before her face and she had to crawl back to keep it in sight. It expanded slowly, as if it were a living organism, until it encompassed the complete wall. Darlene found her back against the other wall so she could see, tears blurred her vision and a slight quiver ran through her upper lip.
"I want to go home!" she howled.
There was no other sound, no answer, just the saddening remembrance of the comfort and warmth she had experienced in that beautiful house.
"Why?" she called out to the hidden person responsible for this cruel torture.
The home remained on the wall but Darlene was now leaning against another illuminated screen. She had to walk across the room and turn to see this new projection. With a swallow and several blinks of the wet eyes she saw a photograph she had always cherished. Her wedding picture, Darlene and Ken standing side by side, arms wrapped around each other, guests throwing handfuls of rice.
She couldn't bring herself to speak or ask why again. The throbbing loneliness in her heart grew with each breath. Then the wall to her right lit up and she was staring at the smiling, clean faces of her two children.
"Timmy… Leila… " she sadly whimpered and ran to the appealing faces. But the closer she came the larger they were and she had to walk backwards to regain her focus.
The wall to her rear went light and she turned to face the most gut-wrenching picture of all. Her mother and father. Serious, stiffly posed with her father's chin high and mother smiling like a cherub. Darlene froze in her tracks, gasped, closed her eyes and dropped heavily onto her knees. Her shoulders were wracked with sobs as the silent answer to her question of why was finally understood.
"But who? Who are you? Who is torturing me like this?"
The screen-walls went blank and were again nothing but empty white panels. Darlene waited to see if an answer was coming but nothing happened. "Tell me who is it?" she screamed with force and anger.
All four walls sprung into color, the color of well-tanned, healthy flesh. A face, smiling, almost laughing, slowly came into focus. She knew who it was before her eyes could clearly understand. It was the appealing, carefree face of the man whom she had so impulsively shared herself with-Chuck.
"What must I do?" she yelled while coming up to her feet and directing her voice at some hidden area in the ceiling.
The room was now four walls of Ken's face. He stared at her from every angle she faced but she didn't know exactly what this illustration meant. "I know! I know I've done him wrong! What is it you require of me? What must I do to get out of here?" she called out.
The faces faded, soft music sounded in her ears and then the voice of Ken, "You must obey."
"Obey who? What? Tell me?"
"You must do everything you are told while in this room. You must not fail to obey every demand." She whirled around. "Yes! Just tell me what to do and I'll do it. I want to go home, to my children, to my house… "
"And?" the voice added.
She said it meekly, ashamed for having to be reminded, "My husband… "
"Soon you will be visited," the voice continued. Darlene shivered, she was well aware of what the visits were for.
"Yes," she said.
"And you shall obey. If you fail to cooperate the beautiful, wonderful things you have just been allowed to see shall only be further away… " the voice said.
"Yes! Anything! I'll do anything you want! Just let me go! Let me leave!" she quickly called out.
It was obvious the communication was over, the music stopped, the room felt even lonelier than before. Darlene sat down in the center of the floor and did her best to fold the tom, tattered remnants of her gown about her body. She knew she had agreed to whatever may come and with a slight laugh wondered why they even bothered to ask-certainly they had been getting their way before!
The bowl which held the mush earlier was now gone. Someone had entered and removed it while she was looking at the incredible pictures on the wall. She didn't even notice, didn't even hear. Darlene knew that she was dealing with someone who knew exactly what he was doing, a person or group of people who wasted little effort. No wonder they were after her cooperation, it only made things easier.
As she sat there toying with the idea of a daring escape whenever her visitor came through the door the voice of Ken returned. "Any attempts at escape will be met with the most severe measures! Do not even think of it!"
"Uhhhhhh… " she cried. Were they reading her mind? Was it possible they understood her thoughts? Darlene grimaced and buried her head in her hands… No, it had to be coincidence, they were watching and guessed. Of course, what else does someone in a trap think about except escape…
The white panel door opened wide and she looked up. No one stood there, it was just open and all she saw on the other side was more of the blinding white. She didn't move, made no effort at all, just waited with wide, frightened eyes.
The shadow which came before the young man made Darlene step back in fear. Then, just as she expected, a well-built man with muscular, well-developed legs and a powerful vee-like torso stepped into the doorway. He wore a mask as did the others before him-a mask of Chuck.
The grinning, plastic face made her palms start to sweat, she knew this solidly framed man with the brief cloth wrapped around his waist would be demanding, very demanding indeed. She could see his brown eyes staring at her as he came into the room and stepped to one side. Another shadow moved in the now empty doorway.
Darlene wanted to cry out but refused as she saw the next form. Another man, masked as Chuck too. His chest and arms were rippled with tremendous muscular development, his legs were thick pillars of power. He leaned down to pass into the room, he was so tall, and stepped alongside the first man.
Two of them. Darlene's mouth was dry, she had suffered at the hands of one man at a time, it would now be different. She was waiting for the door to slide shut when her heart sank to her stomach. A third shadow moved, a third man stepped into view with the hideously grinning mask of Chuck.
He was black, as tall as the second man, built with the muscular sleekness of a tiger, large hands, large feet, the white loincloth wrapped tightly about his waist. As soon as he stepped into the room the panel door closed and Darlene was faced by three grinning Chucks.
They stood there for almost two whole minutes before anything happened. It was the voice, loud and booming into her ears, the voice of Ken. "Remove your gown!"
Darlene swallowed, the men hadn't made a single move, they were like three flesh robots watching her. The ripped robe was poor attire but it was all she had. Her cold fingers clasped the linen fabric but refused to lift it away. Her breath was now coming in short, erratic clips.
"Remove your gown!" ordered the voice once again.
She slowly lifted it up. Up to her knees to expose the supple curves of her calves, then higher to show the soft, well-rounded deliciousness of her warm thighs. The eyes behind the masks were all concentrated on the lifting hem of the gown, staring at the slowly revealed delights of her firm, curving legs and thighs.
She turned quickly around as the gown lifted above the wisping hair of her crotch, she couldn't take seeing those eyes on her. But the round fullness of her solid backside gave them a tantalizing vision, two white cheeks of downy texture billowing out with proud support.
Her body shook with a spasm as the gown came up to her shoulders to leave the pink nipples and swollen masses of her breasts bare. Then as she lifted it over her head and let it drop to the floor she felt as if the gown was her last wall of resistance against them. Them… who? She still did not know who any of them were. All she knew was the voice which boomed the orders-Ken's voice. Was Ken behind all this? She couldn't bring herself to believe it.
"Turn around!" the loud voice commanded.
Darlene knew that if she refused they would easily overpower her, the wisest course was to cooperate, the odds were obviously in their favor. She moved slowly until facing the three masked men. They were in the same place, nothing had changed… except one thing. Their loincloths no longer lay flat across their crotches. Now each bulged.
Naked and trembling she waited for them to attack but no moves were made. They stood there staring at the ripe, inviting nipples, the fine, swirling hair of her crotch, the hint of vaginal lips showing between the slimness of her thighs.
"Walk to the first man!" came the voice.
Darlene closed her eyes, swallowed, looked straight ahead and walked toward the first man to enter the room. He didn't move, he was like a store mannequin. When she was a foot away the voice called out the next order.
"Kneel!"
She stopped, tried to stare into the brown eyes looking at her, tried to beg them for mercy. Then her head dropped down to a position of remorse and her shoulders heaved uncontrollably.
"Please!" she cried. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I cheated on you, Ken! Please forgive me! I promise, I promise never to do it again! But please don't make me do this!"
The voice was louder now. "Kneel!"
"Ohhhhh… " she sobbed as her legs grew weak and she dropped onto her knees. Her face was just in front of the man's loincloth, she knew what would be next.
The man's hands came down and lifted the cloth up. His long, red cock was fully stiff, anxious and hot. She could feel the bodily warmth emanating from the shaft, see the blue veins and delicate flesh. It was a gorgeous cock with a flared, pointed glans. His pubic hair was brown, 'soft, furry brown and thick, the cock lifted from it like a Christmas candle does from its base of holly.
She opened her mouth and noticed the dryness was gone. Now she had abundant saliva and a tingling desire to taste the flavor of the youthful pecker. She reached out and stroked the spike, felt its glowing heat, its sleek flesh, its fine hardness.
Then she leaned closer and brought the pulpy cock tip to her wet lips and touched. With her tongue she licked across the little slit on the end, then around the whole glans and underneath. Before sucking the shaft in she coated it with slow, firm laps of her tongue from top to balls.
By the time her lips came up to the cock-head to engulf it she was nipping and sucking at the meaty cock her whole mouth was screaming to feel it buried inside. She plunged her face readily onto it and felt the thick. head plow deep into the soft warmth of her cheeks and thrashing tongue. It was a delicious, tasty cock.
She cupped the testicles in her hand and gently rolled them while giving the pecker several long, drawing pulls with her eager mouth. The pecker tip was burning inside her like a hot stone, she knew the cock was close to the bursting point, very near creaming her cheeks and teeth with a special, tasty dessert.
He pulled his soaked cock from her mouth with one abrupt jerk and Darlene was left gasping in cool air. She looked up with confusion on her face and reached for the cock as he stepped aside but suddenly realized the next man was taking his place. He lifted his loincloth and displayed a shorter cock, but much thicker, just as hard, also red with desire.
Without hesitating she laid her tongue onto the wide head of this man's stump. It was a cock as powerful as his strong body, a battering ram, a stretcher. She ran her tongue down the base over the few hairs growing from the solidity. A low, lazy scrotum sagged with the burden of two enormous testicles under the column.
She dashed her tongue across the hairy sac and came back up the cock with swirling, grabbing sucks of her lips until the fat head was encased in the drawing, twisting pull of her slippery, famished lips. She pressed down and felt him swell her cheeks out, press her tongue flat, rub against the tingling roof of her mouth.
She was rocking her head from side to side in a circular motion to draw the venom from the thick snake when he pulled it out of her lips with a wet smack. She tried to follow it with imploring kisses but he moved aside and she saw the next man replace him.
His skin was shining and black, taut, as if it was stretched over a drum. As the white loincloth was lifted the sleek length of his stiff cock looked like a pillar of black marble. It glowed with anticipation and hovered before her staring eyes like a cobra ready to strike.
Darlene wrapped her white hand around the stunning post of black and lovingly stroked down to the tight scrotum. The cock felt like wood, polished, smooth wood. The cock-head was round and didn't have the flared edges like the other two, but it was a sizeable glans, a glowing knob of swollen heat. She kissed it as she would a small child.
Before sucking this third cock she moved deep to the balls and licked out at them. Then she pushed her face in close and sucked at the skin until feeling it slide into her mouth, she was able to suck one oval nut inside and let it slip softly out before licking a spiral path up the man's pulsating shaft of dark pleasure. At the top she pressed tight lips against it and had it force between, she was letting the cock fuck her mouth, separate the lips and dig deep inside.
Each time she tasted the cocks, felt them move inside the welcome of her sucking mouth she remembered with dread the man who visited before, the man in the mask of Chuck. The last thing she wanted to repeat was his performance, the dreadful feeling of complete helplessness as he clamped her choking face down time after time on the full length of his long cock. It was no pleasure for her to feel the pumping jism being lost far down her throat, none at all. Darlene wanted to cooperate in every way, let the men have their pleasures, feel the pump of their hot semen inside her cunt where it felt so smooth, so comforting, so right.
The black man withdrew his cock as abruptly as the others had and Darlene was left kneeling alone. Then she felt hands on her arms and was lifted up into the air and carried to the center of the floor. They were gentle enough as they laid her on her back, and she realized they were now going to put the cocks where she wanted them the most.
But the hands, six of them, started to feel her body, touch her beautiful breasts and nipples, probe the hugging tenderness of her backside, tickle the wet skin of her cunt lips. They caressed, rubbed, soothed constantly, everywhere, quickly making her breath catch, her legs open with anxiousness, her hips rock out of control.
"Ohhhhh… " she sighed as their mouths came down to suck at her nipples and she felt the head of the third man nestle between her legs.
The black man lifted his mask slightly and ran the flat of his tongue across the juice-trickling slit between her legs. Then he clamped thick lips against her and stabbed the tongue up deep inside the burning hug of her box. She jerked her hips up with pleasure and felt his hands scoop under her rump to hold her in the air like a chalice from which he drank. His tongue was stabbing with rigid strokes all over her pussy to make it soaked with his saliva, to draw its juices down and out to his sucking lips.
The two men at her breasts both bit down on a nipple at the same time and she grimaced with the pleasing pain. The tits were heaving up at the men's faces, plastering into them with meaty fullness each time she gasped for air. The sound of her breathing was like the grating of a saw, a very fast saw.
"Yes… " she hissed through clenched teeth. "It's soooo good. Soooo good. Please, please, please… "
But the three men were just beginning. The one between her legs moved up to a breast by trailing his juice-soaked tongue across her belly. The man who relinquished the bright red nipple moved down to drink at her cunt with renewed force. His tongue swept down to tantalize her anus and wash across the folds of her dripping ass-cheeks.
Then he stabbed deep and jammed his tongue up hard against the blood-clotted firmness of the clitoris. Darlene's body wrenched and twisted hungrily in the air as he worked at the tight cord of fire time after time. She was unaware of anything but the mouths sucking at her body, swirling, floating, gyrating on a bed of licking pleasures. It felt too good to end, but also too great to have stop without the feel of their fine shafts running where their tongues were now.
They moved again but Darlene didn't care, as long as they continued. The third man covered her slit with his lips and sucked hard, a flow of cooking cream eased into his mouth and he swallowed it away. Darlene felt herself growing closer and closer to a climax, building steadily toward the point where the mouths would receive their greatest reward.
"Go! Yes! Please put it in me… Please! Put one in me quick! Please!" she cried in the throes of her ecstatic, hot passion.
It was so close, so near the point that she believed it had started. But somehow it missed, the peak she was building to quickly became a landslide of disappointment as the man lifted his head from her saliva-matted crotch. The other two pulled away from her breasts and all Darlene felt was a cold emptiness, a chill where the smears of saliva were now growing cold and dry.
"No! God, no! Come back, please! Please don't leave me now!" she stammered while wildly grabbing out at them.
They only backed a short distance away and she sat sobbing in the center of them. "No! You haven't had the best part yet," she offered with wild eyes. Her hands were pressed into her crotch, kneading, digging, trying to help keep the intense fires burning.
"Come to me, take me, put yourself inside me and I'll show you the greatest time you ever had!" she implored to the black man.
He didn't move. She spun around to face the others and reached out. They too didn't move. "Please fuck me," she moaned. "Please put your beautiful cocks inside me… "
She dropped onto her back and started sobbing hysterically as her hands dug deep into her own crevice. The wetness of her cunt was spread across her inner thighs, across the cheeks of her ass, up onto her stomach. She hoisted her hips into the air, spread her legs extremely wide and stabbed two fingers deep between the stretched, blood-red lips of her own twat.
"God, please help me," she implored. "Fuck me! Fuck me, please!"
Her cries died off in a groan of disappointment as she felt the intensity of her pleasure leaving, as the wonderful warmth started to cool quickly. She made one last straining dig with her inadequate fingers, then pulled them free. Her vacant body dropped to the floor like a discarded shoe.
"Do anything to me… anything you want," she groaned.
Now the men started moving again. One at a time. Two went to her arms and pinned them down firmly to the canvas floor while the third, the one with the long, thin cock moved between the spread of her imploring legs.
"Oh, yes," she whispered. "Yes, fuck me! Fill my little pussy up with all your cream! Yes!"
He drove his shaft into her with one straining thrust and she felt the ripping dig of the suddenness. But she bit her lip and refused to cry out, she didn't want to stop him, he could have her any way he wanted. His cock moved with speed, deep, ramming, stabbing into her time after time without stop. She pitched her body up to meet his thrusts, to twist against the wonderful fill of hard muscle.
"Yes! Yes!" she mumbled.
Once again the heat was returning, once again her cunt was running with slickness and fire around the vibrating pecker. He moved freely, deftly and quickly brought her screaming nerves back to the point of boiling. Each deep plunge drove her one step closer, closer, closer.
"That's it! Now go! It's… I'm… "
He jerked his cock free of her as suddenly as he
thrust it in and she felt the hollowness of her cunt grow freezingly cold.
"Nooooooooooo!" she howled.
It was no use. He was out and staying out. She cried and brutally banged her head up and down against the floor while the two men continued to pin her shoulders down. Twice she had been brought to the point of satisfaction and twice they had pulled away. She now understood.
The black man waited until her fitful twists and banging stopped before allowing the young man who had just left her to take his place at her shoulder. It was now the black man's turn to torture Darlene's confused, begging body. She didn't move, she just felt his hands pushing her legs apart, felt his knees next to her thighs, felt him lying down on top of her gasping, crying body.
The thick, round head of his cock separated her drying cunt lips without pause. He didn't use a fast, stabbing entry like the other one but a steady, constant drive to a depth that made her grimace. He worked his cock with smooth, filling strokes that inflamed the walls of her cunt, grated constantly against the still-stiff sensitivity of her clitoris.
They timed it just right. The hope, the distant prayer that they intended to ultimately satisfy had yet to die along with the aroused passions. Darlene kept telling herself over and over as the splendid pecker worked at her body that it was no good, no use, no hope. But she couldn't convince herself that pleasure wasn't at the end of the road they were laying, it had to be, it must be.
She kept silent and tried to subdue her undulating hips as best she could. With closed eyes she decided not to let them know how close she was, she was going to have her orgasm without warning. The cock had her cunt packed with heat and was drawing her thick fluids once again. She knew she was close, very close but maintained silence.
His pumping increased, he was building her, lifting her guts up once again to the point of explosion. He was close, very close, his shining buns were driving down between her legs with more and more arousing speed. Darlene's pulse was ripping through her, she was hot, covered with perspiration and hardly able to hold the air she sucked so deeply in. Within seconds she knew the man would go too far and destroy their well-planned torture of her body.
God! Yes! So close! she was screeching to herself when the long cock slid from the lips of her grabbing cunt. He knew exactly when to pull away, exactly when to cause her the most severe disappointment.
"No! Nooooooo! You bastard! You dirty bastard!" she screamed. She tried to wrench up and rip at his eyes, tear the damned grinning mask from his face, rip him apart, but the other two calmly held her in place as if they had done this a hundred times before.
"Leave me alone! Go away! Please!" she moaned as they held her down.
It felt like hours to her before the last man let the black man take his place. He was now going to take his turn arousing her, going to shove his thick, barrel-like cock into her to bring about nothing but frustration. Darlene no longer cared, he could fuck himself silly but she was sure her body could no longer respond.
The massive head of his pecker stretched the lips of her cunt into a tight ring as it disappeared into her poorly lubricated hole. She could feel his cock scraping, tearing, rubbing tight against the delicately tissued walls as it plowed a wide path inside. But even the biting pain didn't affect her, she stared blankly at the ceiling.
His strokes were short, clip-like movements which took a great deal of time to draw her wetness down. She couldn't believe her organs had any moisture left, that her disillusioned body would dare show hope by aiding this man. But the moisture gave him the slickness to move faster, to work heat into her, to stroke against the clitoris with his thick cock constantly.
It was her clitoris that bothered Darlene. It throbbed, pounded, blasted like a beacon light to a lost pilot. She knew she had no control over it and this man was giving it the most attention yet. The hard muscle of his shaft was tight against it, pummeling, torturing, exciting it.
"Why do this to me?" she weakly stammered while staring into the eyes behind the man's mask.
He blinked and kept stroking. She could feel the intense fire in his log, the almost frantic shove of each delicious, stuffing stroke. Then she felt a wonderful thing, something which surprised her and renewed all the hopes. The head of his cock, the glans, just around the rim, seemed to flare out, to grow more excited. To signal the unexpected suddenness of his own internal heat.
Darlene washed her hips into the air and clamped her legs tight around the man's hips. She vibrated her cunt and crotch firmly against him while swaying, jerking, fucking furiously. She could see the surprise in his eyes as he realized' what was happening, as he felt his cock start to fill and swell with a volume of forceful jism.
"Go! Do it!" Darlene screamed loudly while straining to hold him in place.
The man pulled back but her legs were strong, strong enough to make him struggle. Darlene felt the first pump of his erupting jism discharge just inside the lips of her quivering, clamping cunt. The next ejaculation came from his cock after he got it free but it smeared all its wonderful warmth across the lips of her twat. The third shot hit her upraised ass and dripped from the white softness of her buns.
"Yes!" Darlene triumphantly cried as she dropped onto the floor. "Yes!"
It was obvious the man had done wrong. He jumped away and stared down at his sticky white mess, at the cream leaking from her twat, at the smears across her crotch. But Darlene had no mercy for him, she began to laugh, to mock, to suddenly feel much more than satisfied.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Am I too much for you? Can't you hold back like your pals? Or was it because they had me so well worked up, so nice and hot, that you just couldn't resist?"
All three men backed away several feet and seemed to await further instructions. But Darlene had her own plans. She rubbed her hand down and brought it up cupping a large gob of the accidental cream. Then she worked it into her fingers until they glowed with the jelly as they watched. Finally she stabbed the hand to her crotch and slid the fingers into her cunt.
The fingers worked steadily, easily at the as yet unsatisfied clitoris. It didn't take long, most of the work had been done by the three silent men. Darlene felt her insides grow warm and knew that this time she wouldn't be left hollow, knew that this time she would feel her body flood with the glowing release of sexual pleasure.
She laughed, took a last look at the three watching and said, "I'll finish this by myself." She fell onto her back and rubbed while her breasts rolled freely on her chest and the nipples pulled into pink dots. In less than a minute her body heaved with happiness, her tight rump lifted into the air and she swung her hips from side to side with intense grinds. The pinkness of her nipples turned to red, she shuddered, gasped in a great amount of air, relaxed.
Another giggle escaped her lips as she exhaled. She lifted her head to see how the three wise kings were… they were gone, she was alone in the room once again.