Soup Style Bk. 18 - Delivering

Awaking. this morning, in a spooning position. Penis embraced by the ass-cheeks of his lover, it took some remarkably high level of dedication to leave bed for other forms of exercise. Moondancer was cross-training most days as if competing in athletics. Sports? Sure. Dancing? Absolutely, yes. Running through the trails of the park, he crossed one of the transit stations where among those waiting on an arrival or departure, two petite sweet young women were arm-in-arm almost conspiratorially viewing their streaming devices; both seemed oblivious to his running past. Oblivious? Looking so, yes, until he had passed without incident, then giggling as they popped up and gently but quickly walked after him to spy-like be taking photos of his displayed physique.

Shy as they were, their suppression was being challenged. Given no more than two drinks, they would be ravenous for sex. A thin veneer away from sexually frenzied desperately, soddenly, copulatingly party cum dumps craving every debasing and humiliating act of depravity available instead of the shy nerds they had seemed to be, yes, truly been, as he had run past.

A gentle voice called out a question to him as he powered up the switchbacks on a rarely traveled hillside, asking "can I join you?" A young fellowship student, lithe, long haired, long legged, narrow hipped, small breasted, was quite lovely to see nearing him as he slowed and turned to check her out and possibly respond. As a newcomer to the area who had travelled to an unfamiliar part of the park, she wanted a running companion and as the only one she had seen in several minutes, tag, he was her choice.

Of course she had no way of knowing if she had picked the worst possible choice in the entire region. His looking fit and devoted to his running had convinced her to take her chances now rather than risk whatever might happen if he had advanced too far ahead of her. She had heard that even police women were being abducted. No, she did not want to test her chances entirely to the fate of this challenging run through what. to her. were unfamiliar lands.

Sara wearing an engagement ring at the time of her abduction, in uniform, was screened by the women devoted to Big Mike. Problem with that? Her uniform. Sara is a police woman. Big Mike had a special scare plan unfolding that required abducting female police officers to directly shrink the forces as well as to indirectly redirect police concerns. However, for several years previously, Big Mike had focused on recruiting of women who were engaged or married so that he could recruit them as well as cuckold their partners.

Cultish devotion to him. Cultish group lovemaking. Cultish financial domination along with sexual humiliation for those doubly submissive sex slaves of the almost cut-off past partners. His was a marvelously profitable semi-retirement from being in the gang of bad guys. Until? Until the newer generation of members of his old school gang began unravelling. Unravelling? The fears began growing even if the rewards had not yet been reduced. Rewards for being a gang member were social and economic. A member did not need to win and maintain a lover. Women were cum dumps for use of the gang on their way to being ransomed or most often delivered to users of sex trafficked women.

Something about the abductees from law enforcement was entirely separate, subject to tighter control, longer "stays as guests of the gang," and usually but not always a unique set of protocols. He had something even more secretive in mind for the law enforcement abductees, not even a secret shared with his harem? Will the harem be pursuing this the same way they did others? Ahhh, that changed protocol explains why there had been such an extended delay without the attempt to cuckold Sara's fiancé as soon as the vigilantes had expected. Big Mike and his devoted women executed on his next phase: humiliate the police. Each of the female law enforcement officers were to remain naked and drugged when rescued. Rescued? From where? His band of pranksters had duped the crews at fire stations, so the stations were theirs, the crews were bound naked to their gear in ways making it impossible to escape or witness, that the drugged officers were brought and placed as if working at station, but naked, and rescued to increasing mirth, insult and yes humiliations.

Her cries were barely interrupted by gasps for air. Both her hands were in gloved encasements that were tightly tethered to the covering over her head and neck. Her mouth was uncovered, so some air and and some light were there but her bondage was adding to her confusion as she awoke from her drugged state. She felt the man beneath her almost gently reach around her head, holding her closer to him as the man on top of her began faster penetrations of her ass.

She was another young woman picked from the park. She had been wearing sports bra and yoga pants, carrying only her yoga mat when snatched and brought to the gang's lair.

Still drugged, she had not understood the commands from the two rapists that denied the orderly the opportunity to continue dosing her to be unconscious As the drugs were wearing off, though, the horror of her situation was barely touching her consciousness.

Her efforts to scream were only louder sobs while drool spilled out from the opening at her mouth.

She felt the man on top of her, the one fucking her anally, pull out and get up. She barely understood his clumsy movements to re-enter her ass, as he grappled with her hips and began anally assaulting her at ever higher and harder efforts before he lifted her up so high that the penis of the man below her was unsheathed from her pussy. She was making one constant scream, she thought, but really the only sound as a throbbing sobbing panting effort at breathing that was overwhelmed by her crying. The man below her shifted up and sort of reached across her back while his legs were still below her torso. He had grasped the cheeks of her ass to spread them for renewed penetration, but this time, not by his partner's penis, no, this time, penetration by a greased bottle of olive oil. The bottle was removed from her ass and pinched between the legs of the assailant beneath her as he positioned it into her mouth. The smell of spoiled olive oil added to her discomfort as the bottle was inserted while her head was forced down so that she had to take it in deeper to her mouth. She was gagging and vomiting and sobbing so no air was really reaching where needed. This felt unsurvivable. If she remained conscious, she did not know it.

Her ears were encased in whatever was snug from her neck up. Obviously, one opening for her head to get in, some kind of lacing or other strange textures behind her neck and up her scalp, perhaps a pony tail protruding? Her ears were more than merely covered, though. She did not know it, but there were foam plugs in each ear. She was aware of sounds, but muffled ones. She did not know that the girls committed to Big Mike had discovered the scene, cuffed and collared and then wrapped her two assailants together before returning to her. Soothing touches? Rescuers or?

The hood was lifted partway, the tethers from the sides of the hood to each of her hands were released, but, released only long enough to clip to something else? She now found her hands bound to her ankles with straps on each. The hood had been lifted part way for a special purpose. A ball gag was tied to her mouth, leaving her to continue obscenely drooling as her sobbing subsided.

Without seeing, she knew a woman was near her face. Did she know by sensation? Hearing? Smell? Gently the face continued closer and she could sense that they were sharing the inhalations and exhalations of each other as the woman's mouth engulfed the ball gag from the other side and gently yet passionately was really kissing her mouth.

Hands were barely touching her ass, her pussy, her breasts. Were there more than one set of hands touching her? Whoever had hands near her breasts was changing pace and intensity of touch, The hands on her breasts became more insistent, no longer just touching, but advancing to stroking, then to tugging on her nipples, interspersed with slaps to her breasts.

Not only those hands, but the obviousness of other hands became clear. She was being lubbed in both ass and pussy, but more gently, Just as her body began to respond to those sets of pleasures, she realized that she was slowly being double penetrated. She did not fully realize that medications in suppository form were being inserted in both of her holes. She was relieved that this double penetration experience was gently, and persistently pleasurable for her. She began moaning in response. The mouth on the other side of her ball gag sensually moved to the side of her face before lips made more firmer claims as she felt them sucking at her earlobe.

The gasps between sobs was slowing transitioning to gasps between moans. The moans were now interspersed with what sounded like small yelps. She wasn't certain if her attempt at mouthing words through the ball gag were understandable. She feared not, but at intervals continued her efforts to talk, to be understood, to be unmasked, to be set free. She was no longer even thinking of resisting the love making that she experiences, she is lost from a different kind of awareness. The gentleness of the lovemaking overtakes her ability to realize that drool is flowing from her mouth through the ball gag. She is floating in a sea of saliva that warms her, lubricates her, suspends her from any other thoughts.

She hardly knew what to expect. She did not know, as does the reader, that there are peripheral roles for women in the gang. She ho no idea that after being abducted, drugged, and delivered to the gang lair within the regional medical center that she would be continuously dosed while being screened for potential value (ransom, sex trades, favors in return favors of the gang). No, all that she knows is that her body quivers, her breathing is a shallow panting. Her thoughts are in a sea of deeply seeking orgasmic release. She humps back against whatever is touching her, she slumps into whoever's body can support her.

Simultaneously, she feels touching that is not another body. Slicked objects, maybe sex toys, are replacing the touching from human flesh. She does not stop her gentle humping. She maneuvers for more contact on her skin, She welcomes the invasions on both her holes, only to be startled by the commencement of vibrations from within.

She allows her body to be rolled, first into almost a fetal position, curling into her own compactness. After a few moments she is gently unfolded. Then, almost repositioned into yoga posing. Her weight returns, but now on her shoulders because her body is curled to expose her most intimate self to the heights of display. She continues self humping, perhaps subdued in contrast to the physicality of her exposed sexual organs hoping for more delicious vibration.

Two of Big Mike's women sat near their target. They each leaned their heads far back to receive some kind of viscous fluid from flasks, each keeping the substances suspended in their mouths before pursing lips that they pressed against their target. She had micro orgasms, micro tremors, as the pairs of lips were added to her awareness. Her whimpering was soft, but had become the loudest sound in the world she now occupied.

In the background, someone listening, would also have heard the sucking sounds from mouths on her body. The satisfyingly unaware sounds of lips kissing noisily, of smacking lips, of tongues and lips finding one another. Those background sounds sometimes joined with the whimpering, sometimes were silent accompanists. Then, in a growing volume there were sloshing sounds, the sounds of wetness as fingers, tongues, toys were bumping their ways in, out, in out, in out, in and in and in before out and then returning to their surfing of the womanly bodies.

Somewhere within the ability to hear if not to feel, sucking sounds joined the rich universe. Each sound helped bring vigor to the sounds and sensations that followed, whether a sound from a mouth or a toy, whether a whimper or a panting or a sloshing or a sudden release of a unique sound of surprising pleasure, the music drew each player into a more intense awareness that she was not alone. A chorus of whimpers was punctuated by the fluidic symphonic sounds of bodies, toys, and the beginning of release for the hard won award.

Sounds of exhaustion began replacing sounds of relief from the intensity of otherworldly exposure. When words were reintroduced into her universe, perhaps whispers that grew to sounds she could recognize, she was eager for the liberation of any inhabitations from submitting to their suggestions.