"You're joking," said Tanya in a dull, muted voice. The way Mr. Steele said the words was so matter-of-fact that she almost believed him.
"I never joke," he informed her.
"Your sex slave for a month? You're mad! You're cracked, man, and I don't want anything to do with you!" She tried to stand but strong hands shoved her back to the table. "Let me up!"
"No, my dear, that won't be possible. You said you understood the rules of the game. Apparently you didn't, but that's not my concern. You could have asked when I gave you the chance."
"What were the rules?" Tanya asked, stunned at what was happening to her.
"Very simple. It came down to one man and one woman. The others were out of the game for the month. The winner gets the other's exclusive sexual service for one month."
"You mean if I'd won I would have had you to myself for an entire month?"
"Correct. But," said Mr. Steele, "you lost."
"What about the strip poker part?"
"You wanted to continue after the end of the usual game. That was your decision. You lost again and were the pot for the other gentlemen in the game. I think it was a noble gesture on your part. I can't understand why you're being so uncooperative now."
"You crazy son of a bitch!" roared Tanya, managing to get to her feet. She felt naked, even though she still had on her stockings and garter belt. If anything, wearing only those made her feel even more vulnerable. "I didn't know what I was getting into. No judge in the world would uphold an agreement like that!"
"Judge Martin, here, would." Mr. Steele pointed to one of the other men, who bowed slightly and smiled.
Tanya could hardly understand all that had happened to her. A police chief? A judge? Who were these people? She suddenly wished she hadn't sent Charlie packing like she had. The man would be pissed at her for playing up to Marcus and wouldn't care if she never came by his place again. There wasn't anyone to miss her if they did enslave her for a month.
"All four of you will use me?" she asked in a quaking voice.
"No, only I," said Mr. Steele. "The other's have had their chance for a month. Another game will be convened after your month is up. Of course, if you desire to play again then, you may do so."
One of the men snickered. Tanya couldn't see who it was, but the sound chilled her to the soul. It didn't sound as if any woman used by Mr. Steele for a solid month was ever in condition to come back and demand a rematch.
What was in store for her?
She bolted far the door. Mr. Steele and the others made no effort to stop her. She found out why the instant she opened the door. Marcus stood there, his arms folded across his broad chest. The expression on his face was absolutely neutral. She couldn't tell what the man thought of this weird poker game. She ducked and tried to get around him. One powerful arm circled her waist and hoisted her feet off the floor.
"What's to be done with her, Mr. Steele?"
The way he asked it made Tanya even more frightened. She thought he would obey whether the answer came "Free her" or "Kill her". It didn't seem to matter one way or the other.
"To the limo and to the house. I shall meet you there."
"And Marcus, you and Lucien may amuse yourselves with her on the way. Just don't get into another wreck. It's so hard finding good mechanics to repair a car these days."
"Thank you, Mr. Steele." He turned and walked off. All Tanya could see was where she'd been. She kicked and struggled but the man's grip on her trim waist was too strong to break.
"What are you going to do with me?" she demanded. "I'm not somebody's property. You can't use me like this!"
"You lost fair and square. That's one thing about those games. They are absolutely fair. Everyone has equal chance at one. You lost – and I'm mighty glad. Otherwise I'd never had a chance at a prime piece of pussy like you!"
"Gimme my clothes back!" she cried.
"Not until we get to the house, if then," he said mysteriously. She kicked and bit and fought and it didn't do her a damned bit of good. He was vastly stronger than she was and he wasn't scared shitless.
Tanya twisted around to see a Rolls Royce pull up. This was the car? She'd guessed Mr. Steele was rich, but not this rich. And the Lucien mentioned wasn't the chauffeur but another assistant, idly lounging in the spacious back seat.
"Climb in, with your lovely load, Marcus," he called out. "I'm anxious to get out of here."
"I'm anxious to have this vixen sucking on my cock!" laughed Marcus, "I saw her at the party and knew she was the type to go for the game. She lost."
"Of course, they all lose to Mr. Steele," said Lucien, a brown-haired man in his mid-twenties. His muscles rippled in the dim light cast by the street lights. "He's just too damn good a card player."
"I'm glad we work for him. I don't dig picking up the crumbs – unless the crumb is as foxy as this chick!"
Marcus dumped her unceremoniously onto the carpeted floor. Tanya sat up and glared. Both men smiled down at her.
"I like the outfit," said Lucien. "Skin. And lots of it."
"Don't jive me, man. You like the garter belt and the stockings. You get off on chicks wearing them when you fuck."
"Never could keep any secrets from you, my friend. You're as sharp as Mr. Steele, at times." Tanya didn't see either of them make a signal to the driver, but the car smoothly accelerated away from the curb and raced through the night.
"What do you want out of me?" she demanded, feeling angry and scared. The bravado she displayed was just a facade, to her quivering, frightened inner self.
"Your mouth around my prick," said Marcus, running his zipper down the track. The metallic hissing sounded like a death knell to the scared woman. She saw his cock leap out, racehorse eager. In other circumstances she wouldn't have hesitated a second wrapping her ruby lips around that prick.
It stood tall and proud, the purpled knob on the tip throbbing with virile lust. The veins on the sides pulsed visibly and made the shaft almost too large to get into her mouth.
"Burn in hell," she snapped.
Lucien reached over and gently ran his hands through her hair. When the raven locks were well mingled between his fingers, he jerked hard. She screamed and he pulled her head forward and down into his friend's crotch.
"He said suck, so, you suck. Or it'll be even worse for you."
She had no other choice. That powerful hand held the back of her head so that her lips were just inches away from the shivering pillar of manmeat. She bent forward a little more and ran her tongue over the end of his cock. His hips leaped upward from the seat and rammed the cock into her face.
She almost gagged as the knob of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth and shot past her tonsils. Before Tanya realized what was happening, he had buried his prick all the way down her throat.
She was no Linda Lovelace but she knew bow to deep throat a man. But not like this! She hadn't sucked in enough air to live off. The thick stalk of his prick cut off all her oxygen. She started to turn blue and gag when the hand on the back of her head allowed her to get the cock out of her windpipe.
"Suck," came the chilly command.
She had no choice. She sucked.
Tanya usually loved the male muskiness of cock. But not this time. This was forced and she wanted no part of it. All she could do right now was go along with these two men and maybe the tide would turn in her favor later on. Maybe.
Or maybe she could do something about it first. The cold, menacing voice came to her ears, chilling her. "Don't even think of biting his prick off. If you do, death will seem preferable. I know some horrible things to do to little girls who don't obey – and compared to Mr. Steele, I'm a rank amateur."
"Hell, Lucien, she wouldn't do a thing like that," said Marcus. "She's got a great set of lips on her. She's sucking real good. Just like I enjoy the most. She's dynamite giving a blowjob."
Tanya shuddered involuntarily. Both men knew exactly what she'd had in mind, and each had a different way of telling her they knew. Lucien was cold and up front about it. Marcus could brush it off with a joke.
Both meant business. The woman sucked harder on the cock, trying to enjoy this as much as she could. She found that she could actually get off on the feel of the hot, throbbing prick against her lips if she forced the rest of the scene from her mind.
She wasn't a prisoner of these evil men. Mr. Steele didn't exist. She wasn't being whisked away in a chauffeured Rolls to some mysterious destination. All that mattered was the cock pressing so hotly against her lips.
She closed her eyes and got into giving head. She sucked. Her cheeks went hollow under the strain. Her tongue rolled around the broad bead capping the shaft and she quickly found the piss-slit. She tried to stuff her tongue all the way down that tiny hole. It wasn't possible and she knew it. So did the man on whose prick she so avidly sucked. But that didn't matter. Just trying gave them both a carnal thrill that wouldn't die down.
Tanya became more and more aware of her own needs. She was naked except for the garter belt and stockings. Her pussy was damp with lust now that she sucked harder and harder on the cock. She wanted more. She wanted, his huge fuck stick shoved balls-deep up her pussy.
"Oh, fuck me," she groaned around the prick pulsing so powerfully in her mouth. "I want to feel you in me. I want this big, swollen cock in my cunt fucking the hell out of me."
The laugh that echoed through the compartment of the car shocked her. She opened her eyes and simply stared at the two men. They were laughing as if she'd just told the biggest joke in the world. She couldn't understand what was so wrong with her request.
"That's up to Mr. Steele whether we fuck you or not. He told us to have, fun with you on the way. That means only our cocks in your mouth."
Before she could protest, Marcus rammed his prick back into her mouth. And a heartbeat later, a second cock slammed in. Both men fucked slowly in and out of her mouth. She was revolted, horrified that two men would try such a thing. But she didn't have time to worry over it. The taste of two cocks turned her on and the sheer kinkiness of it made her mouth water. She clamped her lips around both pricks and sucked for all she was worth.
"That's a girl. Love it!"
"Don't stop or you'll regret it!" cautioned the other man. She marveled at the way the two approached her. Lucien was cold and demanding, like Mr. Steele. Marcus seemed genuinely turned on by her and wanted to do things at a slower pace.
She was so confused she didn't know which she preferred. A few hours earlier she would have branded Marcus a milquetoast like Charlie had been. Now she wasn't so sure. She felt the steel under the man's soft exterior. He was capable of being intensely cruel. She could feel it like heat from a stove. As long as she continued to pleasure him, though, she didn't think she had anything to worry about.
That made Marcus totally unlike Lucien. This man held the capacity for total evil. And she guessed that he'd told the truth when he claimed to be an amateur in comparison to Mr. Steele.
She shivered at the idea of anyone being more vicious than Lucien seemed to be. The man's hand had never left the back of her head. He gripped the midnight-black hair and jerked her face forward repeatedly, causing the girl to face fuck herself. The feel of the two cocks in her mouth made her wonder what other humiliation was in store for her.
"Keep sucking, damn you!" cried Lucien.
He twisted her head around so that both pricks leaped free of her mouth for a moment. She didn't know what to do. She cried, the tears running down her cheeks.
"You scared her, Lucien. Hell, she'll do anything you want if you lighten up on her." Marcus knocked Lucien's hand from the back of the woman's head and substituted his own. It wasn't any less brutal, but it seemed that way to the frightened girl.
"Suck," he commanded. "And keep sucking no matter what. I want it to feel like a vacuum cleaner on my cock – and his."
The man shoved her face down into his crotch. She almost choked on the cock, but she sucked. Her tongue swirled and probed and stroked every possible flap of flesh she could find. And just as the man's arousal was at the breaking point, she felt that strong hand pulling her away another prick jammed into her mouth. She had to repeat the process she'd just gone through.
A tiny drop of pre-come beaded. Her eager tongue licked it away. She knew the flood of tasty, salty, tangy jism wasn't far behind. She wanted it all. She loved the taste on her tongue and would do anything now to get it. The promise of him coming in her mouth couldn't be taken away from her now.
But it was.
Just as she felt the cock begin to buck, Marcus yanked her head back and off the prick. She caught the first spurt of jism in the eye. The second hit her in the cheek and ran down, in a thick river. The third and fourth and all the rest went into her luxurious inane of black hair. She was almost sobbing with horror and degradation when Marcus strong hand forced her face down onto his prick again.
She had to suck him off. And she knew exactly what would happen when the man started to come.
She wasn't wrong. He shoved her back into a sobbing, crying heap on the floor of the luxurious car and came in her face. He held his dick in one hand and beat himself off fiercely. The jizz arched and landed squarely on target – right on her forehead.
Tanya moaned in humiliation and knew she couldn't do a damn thing about this. Not yet. Let them have their way with her but soon she'd get even. She didn't know how or when, but she would. She would!