Marie's Descent

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Marie’s Descent

  by S J Lewis

  ISBN 13: 978-1-936173-01-3

  ISBN 10: 1-936173-01-8

  A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication

  Copyright © 2008 S J Lewis

  All rights reserved

  Chapter One

  “What could I have done?” Cheryl shrugged and took a sip of her coffee. It was still a bit hotter than she liked it. “There were three of them.” She looked across the small round table at her companion and brushed back a stray lock of dark brown hair. The look in her eyes was defiant, even taunting.

  “Ah…” Marie fumbled with her own coffee cup, looking down and away from Cheryl. The coffee shop wasn’t exactly crowded this late in the evening, but there were still too many people here who might overhear what had become a very strange and disturbing conversation. She gathered up her courage to look back into Cheryl’s dark brown eyes. “That might just explain what happened then,” she said. “It doesn’t explain what you told me earlier. You can’t be serious about going back!”

  “Why not?” Cheryl smirked.

  “WHY?!” Marie exclaimed. She realized that she’d raised her voice well above the background murmur usually favored here. Blushing, she looked around to see if anyone was now paying attention to them in the corner where they were sitting. No one appeared to be.

  “I mean…why?” she went on, much more quietly. “You don’t know what they might do. You could get hurt.”

  “No, I won’t,” Cheryl replied smugly. “Well…not beyond some spanking, maybe. They won’t really hurt me.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “Because they’ll want me to keep coming back.” Cheryl’s smile was somehow annoying. She took another sip of her coffee.

  Marie looked at her friend as if she’d just grown a third eye. “And you mean to tell me that you’re actually serious about going back?”

  “I do. I am serious.”

  “Geez…” Marie shook her head. “Why are you telling me this?”

  “Oh, come on,” Cheryl waved a hand. “Don’t we tell each other all about our latest boyfriends?” She leaned forward over the table. Without quite realizing it, Marie leaned forward too.

  “Think about it…” Cheryl began in a conspiratorial whisper. Her eyes were intense. “Haven’t you ever had fantasies? I mean the really dark and terrible ones where you’re completely helpless and not responsible for anything that’s going on? Ones where you get your brains fucked out?” She smiled slyly, showing even, white teeth. Then she winked.

  Marie sat back in her chair as abruptly as if Cheryl had slapped her. She felt her face reddening. “I…I don’t need to know this,” she shook her head. “I don’t need to know any of this.”

  “Maybe I just need to tell someone,” Cheryl shrugged. She leaned back herself. “Maybe I just have to tell someone. Mmmm…I’m getting a little moist just talking about it.” Now her smile turned lecherous. Her eyes seemed to unfocus for a moment.

  “Stop it,” Marie whispered desperately. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t just get up and walk out.

  “You don’t want to talk about it?” Cheryl asked. She took a quick look around. “Maybe it’s too public here? We could go back to my apartment, and talk about it there.” She picked up her coffee cup again and sipped at it slowly, smiling at Marie with her eyes over the plain white china rim. She seemed to be enjoying her friend’s discomfort as much as she was enjoying telling her tale.

  “Not here, not there, not anywhere,” Marie shook her head.

  “Suit yourself,” Cheryl shrugged. She put the cup down on its saucer with exaggerated care. “I’m going back next Friday, right after work. They said that they might even keep me there all weekend.” She smiled. It was her smug smile again. Marie wished that there was a way to wipe it right off of her face.

  ***

  It was a little after a quarter to five that next Friday when Marie gingerly opened the heavy metal door. It was the door that Cheryl had described to her in such loving detail back at the coffee shop, painted a flat institutional gray. Someone had stenciled “No Admittance Employees Only” on it many years ago in big black letters. The lettering was worn and faded now, but still readable, right down to the ancient misspelling.

  It was uncomfortably warm down here in the basement. It looked and felt and even smelled like something from a bad horror movie. There were pipes running everywhere, thick dust all over almost everything, and a constant din of machine noises. Only the floor was clean. Someone must sweep it every so often.

  Marie took a deep breath and stepped through the doorway. On the other side, it was even warmer and noisier. She found herself standing on a landing made of metal grating. A long stairway made of the same material led downwards at a steep angle, passing close by a big metal tank. Cheryl had described that also. Marie was glad that she’d changed into her jogging shoes before ducking out of work a little early. Trying to navigate those stairs in heels would have been near suicidal.

  She let the door swing slowly shut behind her. The one light in this room was dimmed by accumulated dust and grime. She waited a moment until her eyes adjusted to the gloom and then began making her way carefully down the stairs.

  She felt like an explorer picking her way through ancient tombs. Cheryl had described the route in enough detail that she didn’t worry too much about getting lost, but she was beginning to worry about how long it was taking her to cover the route. With all the noise down here she’d never hear anyone coming up behind her. She didn’t want to get caught. She just wanted to see for herself what Cheryl had been talking about, and maybe make sure that Cheryl didn’t get hurt. If they just left her down here no one would ever find her.

  Marie wound her way along passageways, between rumbling machinery, up and down…mostly down…more flights of metal grate stairs. Finally she came to another metal door. This one was also painted gray, but there was an old Civil Defense logo on it, and the legend: “Emergency Shelter: Capacity 550 Persons”. The doorknob turned easily. She opened the door and stepped through.

  When the door clicked shut behind her, it suddenly became much quieter. It was also cooler and drier here, and she could feel her skin prickling at the change. She was in a room. It was about the size of a large bedroom, but completely empty. The walls were painted beige; the floor was covered with dark and light linoleum squares in a checkerboard pattern. There were banks of fluorescent lights set in the ceiling, but they were off. Illumination came from smaller emergency lights hanging on the walls. Each wall had a door, wooden, not metal, set smack in the middle of it. Guided by Cheryl’s description, Marie went through the right-hand door into a hallway. As she passed a water fountain she couldn’t resist the urge to stop for a drink. The chilled water was very refreshing after her long passage through the bowels of the building. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and went on.

  This part of down-below was almost as much of a maze as the levels above it. Marie lost her way once and almost panicked. She kept looking, and finally found the place that she was looking for.

  It was a very large rectangular room. The walls along the long side went straight up for only six feet or so and then angled inwards. That and the high ceiling reminded her of a barn roof. There was a name for that kind of roof, but she couldn’t recall what it was. Old wooden school desks had been piled up against the far wall, three high and
four deep. Cardboard boxes had been piled there as well. The only open space was a narrow passageway that led to a door. A couple of old gray gym mats had been laid down on the wooden floor in the open area. She could see folding chairs and a folding table leaning against the wall to her left.

  The near wall had nothing stacked against it, but there were two double doors to either side of the entryway. The doors were made of framed, angled wooden slats. Some of the slats had been broken over the years, leaving gaps. Marie went to the left-hand doors and opened them. As she’d suspected, it was a large storage closet. There was another gym mat folded up on the floor, with a couple of large cardboard boxes sitting on top of it. From the accumulated dust, it looked as if nothing had been disturbed in that closet for years. She shut the doors carefully and went over to the other side.

  This must have been the closet that they’d taken the other mats out of. It was empty except for a couple of the inevitable cardboard boxes, and there was no dust on the boxes or on the floor. Marie slipped inside and pulled the doors shut behind her, then tried to find a comfortable spot to watch any proceedings from. She had just moved one of the boxes…it was heavy, as if it was full of books…so that she could sit on it while she peered through one of the missing slats when the overhead lights came on in the room. She hastily checked her watch. It was already half past five.

  She heard the door she’d come through swing open. The hinge had a distinctive squeak. A moment later she saw two men walking over towards the mats. Both wore dark business suits, one brown, one blue. The blue-suited man was tall and very wide across the shoulders. The other man was not quite so tall or so wide. They sported similar short haircuts. When they stopped on the mats and turned to face towards the entrance she could see that blue-suit was the elder, in his late forties or early fifties. The other man looked to be in his mid to late thirties.

  “Well,” blue-suit said to his companion. “Let’s get started. She’ll be here soon.” He began removing his jacket.

  “How do you think she’ll take it?” Brown-suit asked as he began doffing his own jacket.

  “Any way and every way we give it to her,” Blue-suit chuckled. He had a deep voice that carried well. “Once she comes down here, she’s ours until we let her go.” He began removing his tie.

  Marie shuddered. What had Cheryl gotten herself into? She saw the men lay their jackets and ties on one of the desks. That done, they just stood there, waiting. She heard the door open again.

  She heard Cheryl whimpering before she could see her. Cheryl was naked, being hustled along by another man in another dark suit. Marie was so stunned at Cheryl’s appearance that she didn’t notice what color this dark suit was. Besides being nude, Cheryl had her hands tied behind her with some kind of black rope. It looked like more black rope circled her torso just under her arms, and her bound hands were in turn tied to it so that her hands were kept well up in the small of her back. Cheryl’s hair was still done up in the usual way that she wore it at work. She didn’t seem to be struggling, but she didn’t exactly appear to be cooperating either. The man who was urging her along pushed her up onto the mat until she was standing directly in front of blue-suit. She looked terribly small and vulnerable that close to him. The way they were standing Marie could see them both in profile. There were black ropes around Cheryl’s torso just above and below her breasts. It looked something like a harness. The ropes stood out starkly against Cheryl’s creamy white skin. Her breasts looked bigger and fuller than Marie would have expected, but that might be due to the tightness of the ropes. Her nipples were erect, pinkish-brown and tilting slightly upwards…but that might be an effect of the ropes too, Marie thought to herself, cattily. And, it seemed that in the winter Cheryl didn’t bother with bikini waxing. Still, Marie had to admit that all the time Cheryl had been spending at the gym these past few months seemed to have been worth it. Her body looked fit, trim and toned.

  Blue-suit reached down and took a tuft of Cheryl’s pubic hair between his fingers. It looked like he pulled at it gently. Marie heard her friend whimper again.

  “You came back,” Blue-suit smiled down at her. “That’s good. Now we’re going to train you so that you’ll be worth our while.” Cheryl whimpered. She was shifting her weight minutely from one foot to the other. She looked anxious, Marie thought, but was it from apprehension or anticipation?

  “First rule,” blue-suit went on. “You only enter this room naked from now on. Got that?” He gave Cheryl’s pussy hair a tweak. She whimpered and nodded.

  “Second rule.” He let go of Cheryl’s hair and pressed his thumb to her lips. After a moment of hesitation, she opened her mouth for him. He slid his thumb into her mouth.

  “Whenever any of us is in this room with you, you get on your knees and wait for more instructions. Got that?”

  Cheryl nodded as best she could and slowly sank to her knees on the old gym mat. Blue-suit kept his thumb in her mouth the whole time. “Good girl,” he smiled. He withdrew his thumb and began unzipping his pants. Cheryl looked from his face to his crotch and then back up again. Now she looked nervous. Definitely apprehensive, Marie thought.

  “Third rule,” blue-suit went on. His voice had gone deeper and harsher. “You see a cock out, you hold your mouth open for it. Got that?” He drew out his cock. It looked fully as long and as thick as Cheryl had described it. In fact, Cheryl might have understated it. Right now, though, she seemed to be a bit less enamored of it. She drew back, still on her knees, staring at it as if she expected it to bite her. Blue-suit put his hand on her head and pulled her back towards him. He took his cock in his other hand.

  “Do you understand, bitch?” he bellowed, slapping her across her face with his cock. Cheryl flinched, blinking. He slapped her again, and she flinched again with a tiny cry of dismay.

  Okay, Marie thought to herself. Maybe something that big could actually hurt a little if you got slapped with it. She could clearly hear the meaty impact from her hiding place in the closet. And maybe Cheryl was reacting more to the implied threat than to the actual impact.

  Blue-suit let go of both his cock and Cheryl’s head. Cheryl sank back, her annoyingly round and firm rump resting on her annoyingly well-turned calves. Blue-suit put his hands on his hips and looked down at her. Cheryl licked her lips as she looked back up at him. Her eyes were wide and pleading. She opened her mouth wide. Still looking up, she slowly rose up on her knees until her lips touched the head of his cock. She kept her eyes on his as her lips slid around the head. She paused. Blue-suit didn’t move. Neither did the other two men. It was very quiet and still for a long, long moment.

  Cheryl broke the silence with a moan. She bent her head, taking the cock deeper into her mouth. She began to suck, slowly and tentatively. Marie could hear sloppy little wet sounds. Now Cheryl slowly closed her eyes.

  “You have to do better than that,” Blue-suit said. He put a hand on the back of Cheryl’s head. She opened her eyes and whimpered.

  “Deeper, bitch,” he growled. He pulled her head towards him. Cheryl tried to pull back, coughing and gagging. Blue-suit wouldn’t let her go. She began squirming and whining, drooling around his cock. He gripped her head in both hands, holding her in place. Cheryl’s whines and complaints grew louder and more high-pitched until it sounded as if she was going to pass out or throw up. When he let her go, she sagged back onto her haunches, coughing and gasping and sobbing. He let her recover for a moment as he unbuttoned his shirt. Then, without any urging or commands Cheryl rose up again and took his cock in her mouth. She began sucking it noisily, taking him in almost as deeply as he had forced her to do before. He let her go at her own pace for a while. Then he put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her closer and held her there.

  It had to be hitting the back of Cheryl’s throat now, Marie thought. She realized that she was leaning further and further forward to watch and drew back. The missing slat left only a narrow opening, but if she put her face too close to it she might be
seen.

  Cheryl coughed again. She made choking sounds. Marie could see that she was now drooling copiously. Blue-suit let her pull back a little, but kept his cock deep in her mouth.

  “I don’t think you’re really trying,” he said. Cheryl looked up at him and whimpered. She began sucking faster. Marie wondered if blue-suit wanted depth or speed. She saw him nod to brown-suit. Cheryl couldn’t see the younger man as he began removing his belt. Marie could see him, though, and she shuddered as she saw him double the belt in his hands and step up close behind Cheryl.

  Cheryl’s frantic sucking slowed as she tried to catch her breath. Blue-suit nodded again and brown-suit brought the belt down across Cheryl’s taut, round ass with a sharp crack. Cheryl jerked and yelped around the thick cock filling her mouth. She began sucking faster…and deeper.

  She couldn’t keep it up. When her frantic sucking slowed down as she tried to catch her breath again. Brown-suit gave her other ass cheek a cruel, hard swat. Cheryl yowled, twisting and writhing as she tried to pull away, but blue-suit’s grip kept her head impaled on his cock in spite of her desperate efforts. He held her in place until she had no more strength or breath to struggle. Then he abruptly let go. Cheryl sagged back, her eyes shut and her mouth open, gasping for air. Brown-suit whipped her ass again, not quite so hard this time. Cheryl took a last frantic breath and rose back up to take blue-suit’s cock back into her mouth. Saliva dribbled out of her mouth, down her chin, which was gleaming with it in the lights now. Some of it dripped onto her breasts.

  Blue-suit took her head in both hands again, stepping forward and pushing her back and down until her ass was back on her calves. Holding her head perfectly still, he began fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate and powerful strokes. Cheryl grunted deeply with each one but didn’t struggle. Brown-suit gave her ass another whack anyway. Marie saw that Cheryl’s eyes were open now. She was still drooling.

  Blue suit quickened his pace, and Cheryl began squirming, making tiny nasal noises of complaint. That earned her another, harder, whack on her ass. She gave a muffled yelp and quit struggling. Back in the closet, Marie found herself imagining how those deep, strong thrusts would feel between her legs and shook herself, trying to drive the thought away.