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  Now blue-suit began thrusting deeper with each stroke. He let out a loud groan and Cheryl whined as if in protest. Blue-suit ignored her, stabbing even deeper into Cheryl’s abused mouth…and halfway down her throat, it seemed to Marie. Cheryl convulsed and twitched and squirmed weakly as blue-suit groaned and groaned again. He held Cheryl in place for a long minute as her face darkened, still groaning. Marie suddenly realized what was happening: He was coming in Cheryl’s mouth. She shuddered, even as some part of her mind wondered what that felt like.

  When blue-suit finally let go, Cheryl slumped and almost fell over. She coughed up a big gob of semen, mixed with her own saliva. It fell wetly onto her thigh. She huffed and panted and gasped until she’d regained her breath. Then she looked up at blue-suit. Her expression seemed to be a mix of shock and horror that he could have done such a thing to her. Blue-suit looked down at her and chuckled. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her closer. He wiped his cock across her face. Cheryl spat at him, and he slapped her with his cock again. He said something that Marie couldn’t quite catch. Cheryl shivered violently and began licking his cock clean. Once he was satisfied with the job she’d done, blue-suit cock-slapped her again and stepped away from her.

  Cheryl had only a little time to try and catch her breath before another man stepped up. He had to be the one who had brought her in here earlier, but now he was completely naked. Marie wondered why she hadn’t seen him taking his clothes off and then realized that she’d been paying such close attention to Cheryl’s plight that she hadn’t really noticed anything else.

  Cheryl groaned, but she opened her mouth for him. He seemed to be every bit as long as blue-suit, but not as thick or as heavy. He took Cheryl by her ears and began fucking her mouth, so quickly and so forcefully that it looked like he was trying to brush her teeth with his cock. Cheryl squirmed and whined and complained in his grip. None of it did her any good. He just kept going. When Cheryl’s struggles got too violent, brown-suit whipped her ass with his belt again and she’d quiet down for a while. After a while it was clear that she was trying hard not to struggle at all, but the naked man was going too fast and too deep to let her keep still. Marie could hear her desperate gasps and hopeless whines between her choking and coughing. Thick, milky liquid oozed down Cheryl’s chin to drip onto her breasts and thighs. Her hairdo was coming apart. Strands hung loosely down her back and across her face. The naked man spread his legs further apart to get more power behind his quick, hard thrusts. All Cheryl could do now, unless she wanted more whipping, was whine plaintively and try to hold still.

  Marie wiped her chin with the back of her hand. She was salivating a little herself now as she tried to imagine how such rough treatment must feel. It was brutal, it was primitive, it was savage and uncaring. And Cheryl had set herself up for it. Had she even had a clue as to what they were going to do to her?

  The naked man came with an explosive grunt…then another and another. Fluid erupted around his cock and out of Cheryl’s mouth. Some of it splattered on him.

  Once again, Cheryl had to lick a cock clean. The naked man made her clean up the splatters as well. He twisted his fingers into her hair to hold her to her work. By the time she was done, Cheryl’s hairdo was a train wreck. When the naked man let go of her, she almost fell forward onto her face on the mat. Brown-suit kept that from happening by grabbing her hair himself. Now it was his turn.

  Cheryl licked her lips, coughing and gasping and sobbing. Brown-suit let her recover as best she could while he unbelted, unzipped and dropped his pants one-handed. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Cheryl looked up at him pleadingly, even as she opened her mouth wide for him. He didn’t thrust himself into her, though. Instead, he waited for her to take him in. Cheryl gave one last sob, rose up on her knees, and swallowed him.

  While brown-suit never let go of Cheryl’s hair, he didn’t force her at all. He let her do all the work, and Cheryl seemed pathetically grateful for that. Occasionally he would give her head a shake and speak some short command that Marie couldn’t quite understand. She could guess what he’d said, though, when Cheryl quickened her pace or took him deeper into her mouth. She seemed eager to please now, especially after the violent brutality of the first two men. Marie guessed that sucking cock was one of the things that they were going to ‘train’ Cheryl to do. She shivered delicately as she thought of all the other things that they might ‘train’ her to do. She’d seen a number of porn videos over the years. The scene here down below reminded her of some of the nastier Japanese ones, except that there was no digital blurring and she could see everything with perfect clarity.

  When brown-suit was close to coming, he took Cheryl’s head in both hands and began thrusting and groaning. Cheryl squeaked and squealed and submitted. At the climax, Marie saw that his cock was all the way into Cheryl’s mouth, his balls up against her slick, wet chin. Cheryl squalled briefly through her nose. Marie could see her swallowing desperately. This time, nothing escaped out of her mouth. Marie could see Cheryl’s hands, still bound tightly behind her, the fingers extended, claw-like and twitching.

  Brown suit stepped back from Cheryl’s kneeling form. Once more, she was cock-slapped. She seemed oblivious to it. Her hair hung down in loops and strands, some of it wetly matted. She knelt hunched over on the mat, coughing and gasping and sniffling. She drooled, open-mouthed. It pattered onto the mat, joining all the other sticky wet stains already there. She made no effort to look up at the three men, and the men made no move to untie her. Instead, they stood in a small group, laughing and joking as they lit their cigars. Cheryl remained on her knees, her head bowed and her chest heaving as she drank in big gulps of air. Finally, blue-suit went over to her and patted her on her head. The expression on her face as she looked up was wide-eyed and apprehensive.

  “Not bad for your first training,” blue-suit smiled down at her warmly. “You still have a long way to go, but you’ve got potential.” Cheryl smiled up at him, more in relief than in real happiness, Marie thought.

  Blue-suit took a puff of his cigar. “Hey, Jay,” he said to the naked man. “Why don’t you go and pull our little visitor out of the closet now?”

  Marie gulped, drawing back from the opening. She could see the naked man, big and muscular and suddenly dangerous-looking, coming towards her hiding place.

  Chapter Two

  “No!” Marie screamed as the naked man threw open the closet doors. “No! Don’t!” She threw up her hands defensively, but he brushed them aside and grabbed a handful of her long, dark hair. She shrieked as he hauled her to her feet. She panicked.

  All those weeks of women’s defense training had taught her what to do against a lone attacker, but absolutely none of it seemed to apply in this situation. She could go for his groin. That was supposed to be the most vulnerable spot on a man. But her attacker wasn’t wearing any clothes, and that would mean grabbing his swinging cock, still wet and glistening from Cheryl’s mouth, and she just couldn’t bring herself to do that. Even if she did, there were two more men, and she couldn’t possibly handle all of them. In the end, all she could think to do was scream and yell as she was hauled out of her hiding place by her hair and dragged over to where the other two men stood waiting on the mat. Cheryl, still coughing and sobbing for air, looked up at the sound. Her eyes were unfocused at first. She blinked a couple of times and then her eyes opened wide as she recognized Marie. Then a sly and knowing smile crept across her very messy face. She shook her hair back and straightened up a little. Her smile turned into a smirk.

  The grip on her hair hurt, but Marie barely noticed the pain. She was too thoroughly scared for that. After what she had seen them do to Cheryl she didn’t want to think about what they might do to her. She kept screaming. Here, down below, it was almost impossible for anyone to hear her and come to her aid, but it was the only thing she could think of to do. Still screaming, she called the three men every foul name she could think of, including some that she had forgotten until now. The naked man steered her over until she was standing directly in front of blue-suit. She looked up at him and tried to spit. He slapped her first, hard enough to shut her up. The naked man held her up, or she would have fallen.

  “That will be quite enough, Miss,” blue-suit said mildly. “No one can hear you but us, and we’ve heard quite enough of your invective.” He sounded as calm as if he was sitting at his desk in a corner office somewhere.

  Marie glared up at him, her chest heaving for air. She gulped once and tried to compose herself. She didn’t want to get slapped again. Up close, blue-suit seemed even bigger. The top of her head didn’t quite come up to the level of his chin. “What are you going to do to me?” she demanded. Her voice was shaky.

  “Not a thing,” blue-suit smiled down at her. “Unless you begin screaming again, or decide that you want to join in the fun.”

  “I won’t…either one,” Marie said defiantly. Her voice still quavered a little.

  “Let her go, Jay,” blue-suit nodded at the naked man. He let go of her hair and stepped back.

  “Now, just why are you down here, Miss?” blue-suit asked. He regarded her closely. “You must be one of our new pet’s friends, right? She just can’t keep her pretty mouth shut.” He laughed at his own joke. “So, I suppose that she’s told you all about our little games down here.”

  “She did,” Marie nodded.

  “I’m sure that you were properly horrified,” he went on, smiling warmly. Marie nodded again, warily.

  “And now, here you are. Would you tell us your name, please?”

  “Marie.”

  “Did you see everything from your little hiding place?”

  “Yes.” Now Marie had to look down and away from him. His eyes were almost the same shade as his suit, and it seemed like they were looking right through her.

  “Did you enjoy the show?”

  “No, I didn’t.” Marie didn’t look up. Behind her, she heard Cheryl begin coughing again. “I came because I was worried about my friend…what you might do to her.”

  “Of course you did,” blue-suit nodded. “Would you like a closer look at her?”

  He didn’t wait for an answer. He just took Marie gently by her upper arm and guided her over to Cheryl. Cheryl looked up, first at Marie and then at blue-suit. Up close, poor Cheryl looked like even more of a mess. Her face, torso and thighs were spattered with gobs of semen and saliva. Some of it had gotten into her tangled hair.

  “There,” blue-suit said. “She’s perfectly all right. Aren’t you, slave?”

  Marie flinched at the sound of that word. Cheryl merely nodded and opened her mouth. She didn’t look at Marie.

  “Why are you doing this?” Marie wailed.

  “Are you asking me or our little pet here?” blue-suit countered. “No matter. I can answer for both.” He seemed unbelievably calm, given what had gone on here only moments ago. “We’re doing it because we like it. She’s doing it because she likes it. Is that a sufficient answer for you?”

  “I heard you say that you’d keep her here for as long as you wanted,” Marie said. “What if she doesn’t like that?”

  Blue-suit laughed. “We’re only keeping her here until we’re done with her initial training.”

  “Training? For what?” Marie was horror-stricken.

  “Do you think that this is the only place where we play our games?” Blue-suit looked at Marie. She still couldn’t meet his gaze. “No, indeed,” he went on. “We have a nice, private little hideaway out in the country. We go there when we really need a chance to unwind. We plan to bring your friend along with us some time, but she has to be properly broken in to make it worth our while. She’ll make a very good sex slave, once we’ve trained her up.”

  “You’ve done this before?” Marie stepped back from him, shocked.

  “Of course we have, many times,” blue-suit nodded. “We told your friend here of our plans for her, and she left work a little early today, just to get a jump on her training.” He looked at Cheryl and smiled, then turned back to Marie. “I think you must have left your work even earlier so you could get here ahead of us. Your concern for your friend is admirable, but I don’t think that was your only reason for coming down here.”

  “Fuck you,” Marie spat. Blue-suit slapped her again, but not quite as hard as before. Marie staggered back, to be caught up by the naked man.

  “You can stay if you want,” blue-suit told her. “Or, you can leave. We won’t stop you. But if you choose to stay, you’ll have to behave yourself. Understood?”

  “Yes…sir,” Marie answered meekly. She felt like an unruly child chastised by a teacher, and that struck her as very strange. She was relieved to hear that she could leave, but she was still worried about Cheryl.

  “You’ll be perfectly safe from us if you choose to stay,” blue-suit continued. “Unless you change your mind and decide to join in.” He paused, looking from her to Cheryl and back again. “In the meantime, there is something you could do for your friend,” he said.

  “What?” Marie asked, suddenly suspicious of some trick.

  Blue-suit nodded towards Cheryl. “She’s a real mess right now. There are showers back there, through that door.” He pointed to the door at the end of the narrow passageway between the stacked desks. “Why don’t you go back there with her and help her get cleaned up? You can untie her. I’m sure she’d appreciate that. She must be getting a bit uncomfortable by now.”

  Marie looked at Cheryl, who nodded hopefully, keeping her mouth open. She hesitated. If she just left, would they leave Cheryl tied up like that? If she stayed, maybe she could talk some sense into her friend, but would they let Cheryl leave if she wanted to?

  She shook her head. “I’ll stay,” she said. “For now.”

  Blue suit smiled. It was a professionally warm and friendly smile, but Marie didn’t find it at all reassuring. “Good,” he said. He reached into his pocket and fished something out. “Please put these on her before you bring her back out. She still has a lot of training to complete.” He held the handcuffs out to her. Marie accepted them before she realized what they were and what she was doing. Worried that if she threw them down she might get slapped again, she held on to them.

  “The showers are that way,” blue-suit pointed again. “Best get a move on.”

  Marie went over to Cheryl and helped her get to her feet. Her friend seemed terribly unsteady on her feet. She kept leaning heavily on Marie, staggering a little, bumping into and brushing up against her. Marie thought of all the gunk that was getting onto her clothes and she gritted her teeth. She steered Cheryl down the passageway and through the doorway.

  ***

  “Oh, my God!” Cheryl exclaimed in an excited half-whisper as soon as Marie had shut the door behind them. Cheryl’s unsteadiness seemed to have evaporated. “Did you see the whole thing? Did you? I took them all on!” She giggled. “I sucked them all dry! Did you see?”

  “I saw,” Marie frowned. “But I wouldn’t go bragging about it if I were you. It looked like you didn’t have any choice.”

  “Mmmm…” Cheryl’s smug smile returned. “I won’t have any choice after you handcuff me and bring me back out to them either.”

  “What?” Marie felt herself blushing. “Don’t be silly. I want to talk you out of all this.”

  Naked, bound and sticky, Cheryl came closer, still wearing that annoying little smile. Marie backed up half a step, trying to avoid physical contact. The room they were in was a small one, with small lockers taking up two of the walls. There were only two other doorways besides the one they’d just come through. Both were on the right-hand wall. One was a regular door, marked ‘Lavatory’. The other was wide, tiled and doorless. Marie could see another room through the wider doorway. It looked a lot like a shower room from a high school gym, only a lot smaller.

  Cheryl stopped, barely a foot or two away. “I don’t believe you came down here to talk me out of it,” she said. Her smile hit a new, higher level of smug.

  “Well, I did!” Marie snapped. She felt like slapping Cheryl, but thought that her friend might actually enjoy it.

  Cheryl nodded as if she didn’t really believe it and turned her back to Marie. “Well?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder. “Are you going to untie me? Or do you want to wash me down yourself?” She grinned and wriggled her hips.

  Marie resisted the sudden urge to swat Cheryl’s shapely rear. She made no rejoinder. She couldn’t think of one. She began untying her friend’s hands, yanking and jerking at the ropes with more force than was necessary. She could have sworn that she heard Cheryl snickering.

  “Is my ass red?” Cheryl asked as Marie freed her hands. She wriggled her hips again.

  “You know damned well that it is,” Marie replied without looking. “You’re going to have bruises.”

  “It’s a small price to pay if I can earn my collar this weekend,” Cheryl shrugged and the knot Marie was trying to loosen slipped out of her fingers.

  “Hold still, dammit,” Marie complained. Then she realized what Cheryl had just said. “Earn your what?”

  “My collar,” Cheryl answered. From the tone of her voice Marie could picture the self-satisfied smirk that went with the words. “My slave collar,” Cheryl went on. “If everything goes right I could earn it this weekend.”

  “Congratulations,” Marie snarled. She worked the knot loose. Cheryl’s hands were free now. Cheryl sighed with relief and began rubbing them together. “I can barely feel my fingers! They had me tied up really tight! Could you be a dear and get these off of me, please?” She indicated the ropes still circling her torso just above and just below her breasts. They had slid down a little, but they hadn’t fallen off, and they were still soaked with…fluids.

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