Sexy Secretary Ch. 03

Chapter Thee -- History Repeats Itself

Cabin 121 Park Motor Lodge, Engadine NSW, Australia

The man approached the bed jiggling the handcuff keys, holding them in front of Sarah's face to taunt her. She had overheard the conversation between Salesi and the other two men and she knew that there was no salvation in those handcuff keys.

The man looked down at Sarah lying on the bed, her arms outstretched above her head, handcuffed to the bedhead. She might be forty, she might be fifty; the heavy makeup made it difficult to tell her age and everybody lied in their Grindr profiles. She was pretty, even with her makeup smeared and her raven black hair mussed. Her blouse was open and untucked revealing her 'man-boobs', her belly was flat and hairless. Of course Gary knew that Sarah was a crossdresser and that her hair was a wig but she could pass as a woman except for when you looked further down her body.

Sarah's navy blue pencil skirt had been hiked up by Loyd so he could fuck her, exposing the black satin garter belt with red lace trim and her matching panties. The illusion that she was a woman was foiled by the flaccid penis bulging her semen sodden panties.

"Hey Steve, Salesi, the bitch creamed her panties when Loyd fucked her," Gary sniggered.

"I told you Gary, this bitch likes it rough. She got a semi on when she was sucking my cock," Salesi replied and ran his hand along her leg.

"I love these fully-fashioned stockings. This bitch can be my secretary any day of the week," Salesi chuckled and squeezed her thigh.

So now Sarah had all of their names: Loyd, whom she had met on Grindr and who had lured her to the motel, Salesi, the big Islander who had fucked her mouth first, Gary, the guy with the handcuff keys and Steve, the balding fat older guy.

"Ok, I'm going to uncuff you and give you a minute to work some circulation into your wrists, then you're going to kneel on the bed and I'm going to cuff you again. Don't fight us, don't try to get off the bed, just do as you're told and we won't have to get handsy with you," Gary barked.

Sarah was just happy that she was going to be free of the cuffs for a while. Her arms were aching and her wrists were burning. Gary uncuffed one wrist, then the other and Sarah sighed with relief and rubbed her wrists, wincing when full circulation brought momentary pain but then relief. She smoothed her skirt tugging the hem down so that at least for a while she had a modicum of decorum. She also buttoned her blouse.

"Ok, enough faffing, get on your knees girly," Gary barked and dangled the cuffs in front of her face whilst smiling wickedly.

There was no escape so Sarah obeyed and got on her knees athwart the middle of the bed and held out her wrists and experienced a small moment of triumph when Gary cuffed her wrists in front of her body rather than behind her back.

That moment was short-lived however when Gary pushed her down so that she was resting on her hands and knees. Gary climbed on the bed and took up position behind Sarah and Steve stood on the floor facing her, his cock directly in front of her face. Salesi stood at the bottom of the bed looking on and Sarah could see that he had his phone in his hands, the camera facing the bed. He was obviously going to film her being spit roasted.

Steve lifted Sarah up by her armpits so that her face was level with his and began to kiss her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Thankfully his breath was fresh and Sarah endured his advances. To be honest he was a good kisser and Sarah returned the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Steve took her handcuffed hands and placed them in his groin. His semi-hard cock responded when she grasped it awkwardly and stroked it. It was long and sleek but not too girthy, which was just as well because Sarah knew where it was going next.

She felt Gary slide his hands under her skirt and his fingers gently stroked her thighs. He fondled the dark welts of her stocking-tops and then he traced the backseam of her nylons from thigh to ankle and little freshets of delectation proliferated along her legs. Steve kissed her passionately and she felt his cock fully engorge and she wondered briefly if she might be able to bring him off in her hand and save herself the indignity of having to suck his cock. Then she felt Gary lift her skirt and nestle his steely member in the crevice between her buttocks and slide it up and down her cum-soaked panties.

It wasn't unpleasant and in different circumstances she would have welcomed the attention of the two men. She returned Steve's kisses with feigned ardour and stroked his cock a little faster and his breathing became laboured, little grunts escaping his lips and wheezing into her mouth. His belly got in the way of her handcuffed wrists and she could feel the steel of the encircling restraints abrading his soft flesh. It must have been irritating because Steve slapped her hand away from his groin or maybe he was close to cumming and had ascertained her plan to bring him off in her hand.

It was as if a telepathic message passed between the two men because Gary pressed on Sarah's shoulders, forcing her back down on her hands and knees.

Steve lifted his overhanging gut out of the way and pulled Sarah's face into his groin and pressed his cock against her mouth. At the same time Gary eased aside Sarah's panties and nestled the head of his phallus into her puckered bud. Gary gripped her hips and thrust. His cock slid into her anus like a hot knife through soft butter, Steve's semen and the remaining lubricant easing the passage of his engorged rod.

Sarah felt Gary's glans distend her sphincter and his shaft glide past the tight ring and begin to fill her void. It seemed like Gary's cock was as long and as thick as a truncheon as it slid deeper and deeper inside her until finally she felt his groin press against her panty-clad buttocks, his scrotum swinging back and forth against her taint. She opened her mouth to squeal and Steve took advantage and pushed his cock into her mouth, stifling her cry of anguish.

"There's a good girl. Just relax and take daddy's cock," Gary's voice was almost soothing.

Sarah's face was pressed against Steve's fat belly with half of his lengthy appendage in her mouth. Steve seemed happy to just stand there with his cock in Sarah's mouth, his hands resting lightly on her head and let her nurture his cock with her mouth, which suited her. She would likely choke if he pushed the whole thing in there. Bent over as she was, she needed to rest her upper bodyweight on her hands so she was unable to cup Steve's scrotum so she concentrated on working her lips on the shaft of his penis and her tongue on his bulbous glans. It was easy work for her.

What wasn't easy was taking Gary's cock in her ass. It was huge! Luckily for Sarah, Gary stopped thrusting when he had his phallus fully inside her. She kept still and concentrated on relaxing her anal sheath and sphincter until she comfortably accommodated the mighty organ while she slathered at Steve's penis. He started the annoying habit that some men liked to do which was to rip his cock out of her mouth and bounce it on her nose and cheeks whilst pushing her mouth onto his scrotal sac.

Sarah paid homage to him however, licking the hairy ball-bag and then sucking it into her mouth and using her tongue to slather his testes, which Steve seemed to like, at least for a little while before he shoved his prick back in her mouth.

At the other end of her body, Gary had rested long enough and staved off a premature orgasm and was ready to fuck her. He slapped her ass a couple of times, gripped her hips a little tighter, and began to plunge his cock slowly in and out of her tight hole, watching intently as his cock systematically see-sawed her puckered bud. He removed his hands from her hips and gripped her thighs, pulling Sarah's plump ass into his groin and ground his pubis into her and Sarah, now comfortably adjusted to his long girthy manhood, obligingly pushed back.

"You love it don't you, you slut!" Gary grunted as he worked her ass, stroking her nylon-sheathed legs.

"Suck my cock you whore!" Steve decided be needed to be verbal too as he held Sarah's face in his hands and forced his cock in and out of her mouth.

They were role-playing for the camera but both men were enjoying ravishing the attractive crossdresser.

"This is going to look awesome when I upload it," Salesi worked his phone's camera as if he was a Hollywood director, zooming in and panning out on the action.

Despite her discomfort, Gary's cock was fulfilling its duty as an instrument of pleasure, lighting up the pleasure centres in Sarah's rectum and her sphincter, which gripped Gary's rod as he drove it in and out of her. Her prostate was a fiery ball of sensuality, radiating waves of carnal delight.

She instinctively clenched and unclenched her rectal muscles, gripping and releasing Gary's cock as he began to fuck her harder and faster. Her sphincter contracted and released around his invading member and Gary struggled not to climax as her velutinous channel undulated and quivered as Sarah worked her ass like a craftsman, providing maximum pleasure for both of them.

It was not the first time that Sarah had been spit roasted, far from it, and she always found it a little difficult ensuring that the men at both ends of her body received the same attention. Now that she had her ass providing Gary with maximum pleasure, she worked her lips and tongue on Steve's long sleek rod, circling the corona of his glans with her tongue while her lips slid up and down the shaft. She felt the veins begin to pulse animatedly and the shaft begin to quiver and she smiled around the appendage filling her mouth; she knew that Steve was close to extremis. He gripped her head and fucked her mouth, his eyes closed in paroxysm of pleasure.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming!" Steve cried and gripped Sarah's head in his hands and shot his first spritz of jism in her mouth.

Sarah slavered at Steve's cock, lapping his sensitive glans with her tongue and felt it erupt again, the second burst of milky ejaculate filling her mouth forcing her to swallow it as Steve's cock continued to plunder her mouth.

Gary watched his friend fucking Sarah's mouth, listening to the sucking, slurping sounds as Sarah expertly fellated Steve and to the 'thwok' 'thwok' 'thwok' sounds of his pubis slamming into Sarah's buttocks, her fine derrière grinding against him, gyrating to maximise his and her pleasure.

When Steve drove his cock as far as he could into Sarah's willing mouth, pulling her face into his fat belly she almost suffocated and she bucked and writhed on all fours as she struggled to breathe. Steve misread her discomfort for an expression of carnal pleasure and held her face into his belly and ejaculated into her mouth. Steve's spunked a torrent of viscous ejaculate into Sarah's mouth, forcing her to swallow it, further hindering her fight to breathe.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Fuck me this is awesome! I've never cum this much in my life," Steve squealed.

Sarah's mouth filled with another freshet of musky semen which she struggled to swallow so she could breathe.

Watching all this triggered Gary's climax and he dug his fingers into Sarah's thighs, pulling her rounded ass tightly against his groin as he drove his cock all the way inside her and unleashed his issue deep inside her rectum.

"Fuck! Me too!" Gary pulled Sarah's cushiony buttocks into his groin and slammed his cock deep inside her and began to inseminate her.

The sensation of having her mouth raped, swallowing Steve's milky, salty issue, while Gary's cock quivered inside her asshole, blasting her full of spunk, his glans pressing on her prostate, his shaft fretting her sphincter, triggered Sarah's orgasm. For the second time that evening she spunked her knickers. She sucked gregariously on Steve's cock, and ground her buttocks into Gary's pubis to elicit as much pleasure as possible for all three participants.

"This is fucking amazing guys! Steve, spunk on her face!" Salesi was taking his directorial duties seriously as he zoomed in for close-up, just in time to catch Steve whip his cock out of Sarah's mouth and spray the remainder of his ejaculate over her eyes, nose, lips and hair.

Clots of his glutinous issue ran down her face and glistened in her raven hair. Sarah took a mighty breath and moaned like a slattern as she ground her ass into Steve's groin, eliciting as much pleasure as she could as his cock quivered and disgorged his load deep in her anus.

Salesi caught the whole thing on camera, including Steve rubbing his cock on Sarah's face, smearing her makeup with his issue, whilst Sarah desperately licked the creamy goo off her lips, her eyes glazed with lust, and then Gary pulling his cock from her tight hole, spraying the last of his issue on her panty-shrouded ass cheeks. It would make an epic porn film.

Salesi was frantically wanking his cock with one hand whilst filming with the other. The show that Sarah was putting on was so outrageously erotic and when Gary finished ejaculating Salesi dropped his phone on the bed, pushed Gary out the way and slammed his cock into Sarah's semen-clotted hole.

Sarah collapsed under Salesi's weight, her body pressed firmly into the mattress as Salesi raped her asshole. He thrust once, twice, three times and was done. He roared with anguished euphoria as his cock undulated inside Sarah's battered anus and discharged his hot load. Sarah lay underneath him, totally exhausted and unable to move. Salesi ground his cock into Sarah's ass a few times to release the last of his issue and then rolled off her.

"Did you guys enjoy yourselves?" Loyd stood in the doorway, he'd been watching the show for the last few minutes.

"You promised us a good looking, juicy piece of ass Loyd, and you didn't let us down," Gary slapped Sarah on Sarah's bottom.

Gary's semen was congealing on her panties and the tops of her stockings, Salesi's jism dribbled from her distended asshole, her face was caked with Steve's spunk and freshets of it glistened in her jet-black hair.

"Well let's get a drink and have a smoke while she gets some rest before we go at her again, shall we?" Gary led the four men out of the bedroom, turning off the light before he closed and locked the door.

Sarah lay face down on the bed, cum-spattered and dog-tired. She curled up in a ball and her mind once again drifted back to the past.

Kings Cross, Sydney Australia - 1981

Sarah grunted and opened her legs a little wider so she could keep her balance in her ridiculously high heels. She was pressed against the brick wall outside the toilet block just down from Fitzroy Gardens. Her sequinned minidress was hiked up, her pantyhose and panties rolled down to her knees and a fifty-something suburbanite visiting 'The Cross' to experience Sydney's premier red light district was buggering her.

"Hurry up love, I haven't got all night," Sarah whined.

She had been making her way home from the Goldfish Bowl when the man had accosted her and offered her twenty dollars for a 'knee trembler'. Sarah was drunk and a little high and had already had sex with three different men over the course of the evening but the promise of quick cash was an offer she couldn't refuse. Her makeup was smeared, her hair a mess, her nylons laddered and she was walking precariously on her heels, zigzagging her way home when the drunken reveller solicited her.

"Shut up you tranny bitch!" the man gripped her hips and jackhammered his cock in and out of her anus.

He was drunk and horny but couldn't quite get there. Sarah slipped a hand between her legs and found his scrotum and fondled the hairy sac expertly and that did the trick. The man pulled her ass into his groin and ground against her, depositing his load deep inside her anus.

As soon as he finished climaxing the stranger whipped his cock from her ass and stuffed it in his pants. He dropped a twenty dollar note on the ground between Sarah's legs and staggered away looking for a taxi. Sarah picked up the money before she even bothered pulling up her underwear. Pickpockets and thieves were rampant in this part of town. She shoved the money in her purse, rolled up her pantyhose and pulled up her flimsy pink transparent knickers and continued on her way, lighting an Alpine with her Bic as she tottered home.

Kings Cross was full of bars and clubs during this period and many trans women worked in them. The Rex Hotel, Tina's Bar, The Venus Room and the Bourbon and Beefsteak were popular social spots and fertile ground for picking up trade.

Unbeknown to the punters, many of the strip clubs employed trans girls who were often better at the art of striptease than their female co-workers. These places were a drawcard for straight males looking to try something exotic and good looking, passable, transgender women and transvestite men could earn quite a decent stipend. A large group of working girls operated around Darley Street in Darlinghurst because the laws of the day allowed street soliciting and the traffic often backed up in William Street on a Saturday night as punters crawled the curb.

The tranny prostitutes worked an area called 'The Wall' and could be seen hopping in and out of cars or disappearing into dark alleyways with their punters.

Sarah did not consider herself a prostitute. Most nights she frequented the Goldfish Bowl where she was invariably hit on. If she liked the man she would go back with him to his hotel room or they would skip across the road to the Pleasure Chest, an adult store that had a XXX cinema, gloryholes and private cubicles out back.

The very first time she had been hit on Sarah was an ingenue, new to the bright lights of Sydney and out for the first time dressed en-femme. She had stumbled into the Goldfish Bowl to escape the taunts, catcalls and groping hands of the men on the busy streets who thought a pretty young girl in a short skirt was fair game.

She had made love with the man in his room in the Crest Hotel, right above the venue, and was stupidly disappointed when he tossed a twenty on the bed on his way to the bathroom and asked her to be gone before he came out. She caught a taxi back to the student accommodation at the University of Sydney and snuck into her room at four in the morning reeling from the experience.

Her foray into Kings Cross came about not long after she graduated high school and went to university. Her first lover Billy Barton had left for Melbourne but had recommended that his friend Steve Reynolds take Billy's place.

Steve Rynolds had turned out to be more than an adequate replacement for Billy Barton. Steve was more mature, more experienced and a very enthusiastic lover who adored Sarah and taught her things in the bedroom that she never dreamed were possible. After matriculating near the top of his class, Stefan enjoyed a couple of months of freedom spending as much time as possible transformed as Sarah. Steve had his own place, only one train station down the line, and Stefan would arrive at Steve's place with a backpack full of feminine requisites and go straight into the spare bedroom and emerge as Sarah and they would fuck the afternoon and evening away.

When Stefan left Sutherland to attend the University of Sydney, accommodated in the student digs, he took all of Sarah's accoutrements with him. Sarah emerged from her cocoon, assured of anonymity in the big city and gravitated naturally to Kings Cross where her type were not only accepted, they were welcome.

After her indoctrination into the world of sin on her first night at the Goldfish Bowl, Sarah realised that she was potentially onto a good thing. She didn't openly prostitute herself but if the men she met who craved company were willing to drop some money for her services, who was she to say no? It wasn't like she was selling her ass on the street or working the clubs and bars owned and operated by the likes of Abe Saffron, the so called King of the Cross.

After three months she had saved enough money to move out of the student gigs and rent a bedsit apartment on Ward Avenue, one street removed from 'the strip' as Darlinghurst Road was known. She put together an extensive wardrobe and hung out in various clubs and pubs that welcomed her kind, invariably ending up at the Goldfish Bowl. As a young, attractive, passable twenty year old transvestite, new on the scene, she was very popular.

At first Stefan allowed Sarah to take control of his psyche after classes during the week and on weekends but Sarah soon became addicted to the lifestyle: the booze, the drugs, the adoration of men, and of course, the sex. Her grades started slipping when she began to skip lectures, miss assignment deadlines and seldom studied. She was spiralling out of control and Stefan was powerless to stop her.

Sarah became a fixture at the Cross's most popular nightspots. She was on first name basis with the bartenders, bouncers, doormen, touts and hustlers. She was good for business as wide-eyed schmucks from the suburbs out for a night in 'sin city' sidled up to her, buying overpriced drinks and spending big. She was careful never to pick up men except at the Goldfish Bowl, which was considered neutral territory by the pimps and crooks. She befriended a detective from the notoriously corrupt Darlinghurst police station, fucking him on a steady basis in return for being left alone by the licencing squad and beat coppers.

She rubbed shoulders with some of the transgender women who worked at Les Girls and for a time contemplated whether or not that she too might be gender dysphoric (a term not yet in common use) but decided that she wasn't, she just loved the life she was living but it would all come to an abrupt halt.

Barely scraping through the first year at university, living as Sarah when he wasn't attending campus, Stefan was perilously close to spiralling out of control when fate intervened. She was nearly home at 4am on Sunday morning when the two men accosted her. Sarah had been taking speed to get her through a day and night of debauchery and to fight the effects of the alcohol she had imbibed and was coming down with a crash, almost dead on her feet. One man came up behind her and put a handkerchief soaked in a liquid sedative over her face and Sarah passed out without feeling a thing. Between them they carried Sarah to her flat. Anyone seeing them would think it was two friends helping a drunk girl home.

Earlier in the evening her detective friend had taken Sarah upstairs for a quick shag in the room that the owners of the Crest comped him and had advised her that Abe Saffron had his flunkies were out reigning havoc on dealers, hustlers and working girls who were working his patch and not paying him a stipend and warned her to careful. She had just shrugged off the advice, stating that although she liked to visit most of the bars and clubs on the strip, she only pulled guys in the Goldfish Bowl, which wasn't owned by Abe or any of his associates.

She regained consciousness in her bedsit finding that she was handcuffed, her arms extended above her, the cuffs suspended from a makeshift strop constructed from a pair of her tights that were secured to an ornamental ceiling beam. Her stockinged feet barely touched the floor. Her fuck-me heels had been removed by one of the henchman.

"Those things can be a deadly weapon. Mick Freeman got stabbed in the eye by a high heel one night when he was dealing with a prossie who was holding out on him. Of course he beat the bitch senseless but he nearly lost the eye," the henchman said as he ripped off Sarah's heels and tossed them aside.

"What the fuck?" Sarah groaned when she realised her predicament.

"You know who we are?" the dark haired older of the two men growled.

Sarah had seen the two men prowling the strip on many occasions, meandering from club to club ensuring the owners and operators were abiding by Abe's mandates and kicking up the proper stipends.

Sarah nodded but said nothing. She was suddenly sober and instantly terrified.

"Just so there's no confusion, we are the personification of Abe's retribution and you've been a naughty girl," the younger, sandy-haired man explained, rather needlessly.

"I've never worked any of Mister Saffron's establishments. Sure, I hang out in them sometimes but I never pull in them," Sarah reasoned.

"That may well be but you're still taking food off his table. Every punter you pull in the Goldfish Bowl is a punter who might have gone with one of our girls. Also you often use the Pleasure Chest to service your punters and that is Abe's establishment. You should have been working for Abe from the start or at least been kicking up to him," the dark haired man said grimly.

"I didn't know; honestly I didn't," Sarah pleaded.

"Doesn't matter. You've been here long enough to figure it out. That copper you've been fucking should have explained the rules to you better, he's been taking kickbacks from us since he was walking the beat," sandy-hair explained.

Sarah thought they were playing a Mutt and Jeff on her, taking turns to threaten her.

"Now, you can get stabbed with this..." Dark Hair produced an evil looking flick-knife.

"Or this..." he unzipped his fly and released his engorged member.

It was a no-brainer for Sarah, whose arms were aching and was shaking with fear when she saw the knife. She looked down at the dark haired man's groin and nodded her head vigorously.

"I thought so, you slut," Dark Hair kicked off his boots, dropped trou and pulled down his underpants so that he was naked from the waist down.

Dark Hair approached Sarah who was hanging from her wrists like a side of beef and studied her. She was wearing a red satin evening gown that was low cut and clung to her lean body like a sheath. Underneath she wore a red satin and lace bra with 'chicken fillet' inserts to give the appearance of small tits. She wore lustrous fleshtone sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose but no panties so that there was no VPL to spoil the silhouette of the tight sheath. Her makeup was heavy and she wore her signature Bettie Page wig.

The man still had the knife in his hand and he waved it in front of her face menacingly and grinned evilly. A miasma of body odour thinly veiled in cheap cologne emanated from his slender but muscular body. He placed the tip of the knife just below Sarah's left eye and spoke, his breath fetid with cigarettes and whisky.

"Don't bite. Don't kick. Don't do anything stupid or you might lose an eye," he hissed and ran the flat of the blade down her cheek.

Sarah was too scared to speak and she couldn't nod because the tip of the knife was pressed into her throat but her eyes said everything that needed to be said. The thug ran the flat of the blade down her body until the point rested between her legs. It sliced through the satin dress, the fabric hissing as he slit it from crotch to toe.

He spun her around like an ornament hanging from a branch and opened the gown and took a second to admire her long legs sheathed in the glossy hosiery.

"No knickers; you are a naughty girl," he chuckled and slipped the knife between her legs.

Sarah had mastered the art of tucking. Her testes were ruched up inside her inguinal canals, her empty scrotum and penis held in place along her perineum by the tight fitting pantyhose.

"She's got a great arse," he commented to his friend as he traced the knife down the crease of her buttocks.

He pressed the knife into the sheer fabric and Sarah felt the nylon rend and a small hole was created adjacent to her puckered bud. The man poked a finger through the hole in her pantyhose and slid it inside her. Her sphincter instinctively tightened around the invading digit but the man worked his finger deeper into her anus.

"Tight too," he whispered in her ear, then nibbled her earlobe.

He licked her neck, pressing his groin into her buttocks while his finger wriggled around inside her, stroking the walls of her anus and kneading her prostate. Sarah had been fucked three times already that night and the remnants of semen and KY jelly provided sufficient lubricant to ease the passage of the invading digit. In any other circumstances what the man was doing to her would feel wonderful. Sarah had not climaxed that evening, the speed and the booze had caused 'brewer's droop' but now that she had been terrified into sobriety her receptors were hypersensitive.

He licked her neck while he ground his cock against her buttock and fingered her rectum. She sensed that the man was well-equipped as he humped her nylon-shrouded haunch.

"Jeeze, those nylons feel good on my cock," he whispered again in her ear and she heard the knife clatter on the floor as he dropped it.

"Remember, no biting. I can pick that knife up in a second," he hissed and ripped his finger from Sarah's anus and spun her around like a carcass on a meat hook.

He hefted her thighs and opened them, forcing Sarah to lock her legs around his waist to support her weight as his mouth closed in on hers. He crushed his lips against hers and slivered his tongue into her mouth as his hard phallus probed her sphincter.

Sarah could do nothing but hold onto the man with her thighs as his tongue swirled in her mouth and his cock slithered against her pink crinkled butthole. The man smiled around the kiss. She sensed the evil in him, the stink of his body, his putrid breath, his sinewy body pressing against her. He was scrunching her bottom and stroking her thighs, her pantyhose hissing as his calloused fingers fondled and caressed the silky fabric; he seemed fascinated by the lustrous hosiery. The glans of his penis, now wet with the secretions leaking from her anus continued to fret against her sphincter.

The man could easily have slid his turgid member inside her but he continued to tease himself, feeling her pantyhose rub against his shaft while his glans scoured her tight entrance, his kisses deep, enthusiastic and demanding. Sarah clung to him with her thighs and calves, convincing herself she was doing so only to prevent catastrophe. She returned his kisses, only so that her sweet spittle would nullify his fetid breath. She wriggled her buttocks and clamped her legs tightly around his waist, only so she wouldn't fall and be left dangling with all her weight on her wrists. All this she believed was true, despite the longing she felt, despite the delight she felt as their tongues intertwined, despite the deep languid ache she felt in her prostate from where he had fingered her, despite the overwhelming urge she felt to impale herself on his steely rod and despite her hard cock, which had sprung free from between her legs, tenting her pantyhose.

He slowly slid his cock inside her and Sarah moaned as his bulbous knob opened her sphincter and his thick shaft snaked its way inside her tight passage, stretching it, igniting the pleasure sensors, filling her until his rampant organ was all the way inside her. He kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue, sliding his hands up and down her thighs, her diaphanous nylons tingled against her freshly-shaved legs, releasing another freshet of delight. Then he cupped her silken-sheathed buttocks and began to fuck her.

But... Dark Hair fucked her slowly, easing his cock almost all of the way out of her and then slowly gliding it back in while he kissed her passionately, kneading her buttocks, stroking her thighs. Sarah hated him for it. Sarah loved him for it. For all intents and purposes she was being raped but her body betrayed her. The funk of his body odour should have revolted her, the taste of his mouth on hers should have sickened her, his gnarled penis inside her should have appalled her, the feel of his sinewy body pressed against hers should have repulsed her but instead she moaned like a whore and clung to him with her legs wrapped around him, shaking with desire and wantonness.

Sarah was close to orgasm and she tried to fight it off, thinking of the knife that had been held to her face, thinking of the threats the man had made, thinking of dead kittens, thinking of anything that would quell her desire. But Dark Hair kept kissing her, his penis kept sliding slowly in and out of her tight, slick hole, his hands caressed her thighs and scrunched her buttocks, his scrotum bounced off her taint. He must have known that Sarah was relishing being defiled. She could sense the smirk on his lips as he kissed her, his breathing was becoming erratic and she sensed that he too was close to extremis.

But that cock just kept a steady rhythm, sliding slowly in and out of her rectum lighting up the pleasure centres in her anus, her prostate and her sphincter. His hands on her thighs and buttocks, stroking her and caressing her nylons, the sensation of the diaphanous hosiery on her flesh adding to fuel to the fire of lust, drove her closer to the edge.

Suddenly, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled her close and drove his steely phallus all the way inside her and held her tight. He drove his tongue deep in her mouth and she felt his whole body shudder and his cock quiver, triggering her rectal muscles to spasm as his hot load began to erupt from his pulsating penis. He dug his fingers into her buttocks and she locked her legs around him tighter and ejaculated, saturating the gusset of her pantyhose with her milky essences as Dark Hair flooded her back passage with his glutinous semen.

Her orgasm was overwhelming and she mewled, shook and convulsed with the intensity of it but Dark Hair held her tight against his sinewy body, kissing her, inseminating her.

Sarah came down slowly from her orgasmic high and became aware that her wrists were chafed and aching, her armpits were burning from the burden of her outstretched arms but her cock and her anus were still tingling from the overpowering climax.

"You're not bad. You should have started working for us when you first came to the Cross," Dark hair kissed her one last time and then withdrew his cock from her asshole and let go of her legs.

Sarah yelped as the full weight of her body came onto her wrists and she struggled to find purchase on the carpeted floor with her feet to take the burden off her arms.

"I'm not a prossie! If I like a guy I go with him! If he gives me money I take it!" Sarah knew that she sounded pathetic even as she uttered the words.

The men ignored her.

"Your turn," Dark Hair said to his sandy haired colleague matter-of-factly, ignoring her pleas.

Sandy Hair looked at Sarah, her sliced open sheath dress displaying the cum-soaked front of her pantyhose with her shrivelling penis inside them.

"I'm having nothing to do with that," he pointed at her spermy crotch and Sarah stupidly thought the ordeal was over.

Sandy Hair spun Sarah around like a swizzle stick so that her back was to him and he unceremoniously gripped her hips and slammed his rampant pecker in her keister.

This time the fucking was hard and brutal. There wasn't a skerrick of tenderness as Sandy Hair raped her asshole and to Sarah's disgust it felt just as good, if not better. The brutality juxtaposed to the tenderness like sweet was to sour... totally opposite but each delicious in their own way.

It was over quickly, Sandy Hair pulling her ass had into his groin when he ejaculated deep inside her. He ripped his cock from her battered anus as soon as he was done and runnels of semen ran down Sarah's thighs, gobbets of spermatozoa clinging to her nylons. She was erect but didn't climax this time.

"Ok. I think you've got the message. You work for us or get out of the Cross. Come find me when you're felling better and I'll sort a pimp out to run you," Dark Hair uttered as his friend pulled up his pants and zipped his fly.

They both made as if to leave and Sarah was terrified that she was going to be left hanging from the ceiling.

"Oh, I forgot the rest of the message," Dark Hair grinned at her evilly.

The thrust was so quick and the knife so sharp that Sarah didn't feel it at first. First she felt the freshet of warm blood running down her side, then she felt the sting where the knife had entered the fleshy part of her hip.

Dark Hair reached up and cut the tights that were secured to the ceiling beam and Sara dropped to the floor and curled up in a ball of agony while Dark Hair unceremoniously removed the cuffs. He looked down at Sarah lying on the floor sobbing, blood seeping from the wound in her side and poked her with the toe of his boot.

"Like I said, come see us when you're feeling better," he sniggered and the two men left, leaving the door wide open.

Twenty Years Later

Stefan Lang looked in the mirror and saw Sarah looking back at him for the first time in twenty years. It was an older version of Sarah and her once youthful prettiness had mellowed into mature beauty. She was even wearing the same Bettie Page wig. The wig had been stored in the attic, neglected for two decades.

After the stabbing, Sarah had been found by a neighbour and taken to Saint Vincent's Hospital. Lucky for her Dark Hair had no intention of killing her, the stabbing had been a warning.

Stefan's mother arrived at the hospital later in the day and in a very distressed state told her son that she had warned him that no good would come from living in Kings Cross. Stefan had pleaded with the doctor and the nurses not to tell his mother that he had arrived at the hospital dressed as a girl. He had told the police that he had been attacked during a break in and had no idea who the perpetrators were and the constable from Darlinghurst police station had no interest in investigating the case further, especially since said constable was already on the take and knew exactly who the perpetrators were. The case was closed before it was opened.

When he was released from hospital Stefan had purged, throwing away everything of Sarah's but he just couldn't part with the Bettie Page wig and he hid it away. He moved back into student digs, worked hard at making his grades, never missed a lecture, was never late for an assignment and finished university with his degree. He met a pretty girl, married her and settled down to life in the suburbs. Only in his dreams did he think of Sarah but he never let her out of her 'mind prison'. He knew that it would be too dangerous because once free, he would be unlikely be able to control her and the thought of being discovered as a crossdresser was terrifying because he loved his family and didn't want to hurt them.

That changed when his kids married and moved interstate. By then the bloom of love and desire that he had shared with his wife had withered on the vine. Despite his pleas to liven up their sex life, his wife Christine, showed no interest and lifted her drab cotton nightgown about once a week and lay still while Stefan rutted away on top of her until he achieved an unsatisfactory climax.

Stefan started to look at crossdresser porn online while he masturbated and dreamed that he was the 'girl' in the videos. He began to have nocturnal emissions dreaming about Dark Hair fucking Sarah while she was handcuffed to the ceiling beam. Sarah tried in vain to emerge from her mind prison but Stefan kept her securely locked away.

Then one day Stefan came home early to find Christine being rigorously fucked by his so-called best friend. He didn't know if he was more angry about the cuckold being his mate or Christine's obvious enthusiasm while she was being vigorously rogered by his best friend or the fact that she was wearing sexy red lingerie, stockings and heels. When he'd brought up the subject of her acquiring some lingerie to liven up their sex life she'd scoffed at the idea.

Christine ran away to the Gold Coast with his ex best friend and filed for divorce. The kids and friends he and Christine shared took her side and Stefan found himself single and living alone and Sarah slipped into his psyche and told him that he no longer had recourse to keep her imprisoned.

But... as keen as Stefan was to rekindle his desire to let Sarah run free, many years had passed and things had changed. Young people especially were no longer trapped in a society that thought about gender in the binary. Many transgender women openly discussed their journey, others were open about their gender fluidity. There was this wonderful thing called the internet and everyone had mobile phones. People were hooking up everywhere because it was so easy to do so online and there were even licensed sex-on-premises venues that catered to their need to have somewhere clean, safe and discreet to meet.

Sarah was lucky that she had ceased being promiscuous before the AIDs pandemic erupted and had luckily evaded contracting an STI. Now there was PrEP and free clinics where one could get discreetly and regularly tested.

There were also other considerations. Would Sarah still look attractive and femme? Had too much time passed?

Sitting in front of that mirror, her heavily made-up face framed by those gorgeous raven locks, Stefan decided that he could indeed let Sarah out of her cage, but there was still a lot to do before he did so. He made a shopping list: lingerie, hosiery, shoes, skirts, blouses, dresses, makeup, a new wig or two and of course a douche. He also invested in a pair of good quality breastforms and some silicone 'chicken-fillet' inserts.

Shopping for Sarah was fun. Stefan felt no embarrassment this time procuring the required female requisites. It was exciting and Stefan took his time putting a wardrobe together matching clothing styles with looks he wanted Sarah to project. His favourite was sexy secretary. Now that Sarah had matured so had her sense of style. There was manscaping to done too, eyebrows to be shaped, body hair to be removed especially that now the fashion was to present with a shaved pubis, so that needed attending to. He let his nails grow longer and kept them manicured.

Stefan looked at the bed where Sarah's new clothes were laid out, the stockings and pantyhose still in their cellophane wrappers, the panties multicoloured; mostly full-cut or boy-leg because thongs were for teenagers and twentysomethings, all either nylon, satin or lycra... no cotton of course. On the floor beside the bed were three pairs of high heels: black, red and white. On the dressing table, that had once been Christine's, were three wigstands with three wigs, Sarah's first and favourite Bettie Page, a brunette wavy shoulder-length mane and a platinum blonde bob. A selection of makeup that a drag queen would have been proud of was laid out ready for use.

Only when he was fully prepared would Stefan allow Sarah out of her 'mind prison'. He surveyed the trappings laid out on the bed and hanging in what had been Christine's side of the wardrobe, the wigs, the makeup and the heels and decided it was time.

He let Sarah out of her cage.

Her psyche flooded his brain and appropriated his senses and motor skills. Sarah looked around the bedroom and was delighted with what she saw. Stefan's mannerisms changed in an instant: he became lighter on his feet and his gait became feminine, his gestures effete, his voice a sexy smoky rasp, similar to Kathleen Turner's, her younger girly shrill no longer appropriate for a woman her age.

Sarah disrobed and kicked the cotton shave-coat that Stefan had been wearing under the bed with distain. She unwrapped a pair of taupe sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and caressed the diaphanous garment with her fingertips then she fingered a pair of black satin panties. She sat on the bed and luxuriated in the feel of the pantyhose sliding up her freshly-shaved legs, uttering a little gasp as she pulled the fabric tight around her buttocks and genitals. Then she glided the panties up her legs and snatched them tight. She was tucked and when she looked in the mirror she saw a perfect Vee between her legs. She put on the brassiere that matched the panties and slipped the chicken fillet breast-enhancers into the cups.

Her dormant makeup skills had not diminished and she sat at the dresser and painted her face and was impressed with the results. They were far better than the effort that Stefan had done when he'd used the makeup that Christine had left behind to see if Sarah was worthy of resurrection. The wigs had all been brushed and styled and were ready to wear and of course Sarah selected her crowing glory and slipped on the raven hued Bettie Page. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She looked sexy, sensual and utterly feminine.

Sarah was back!

The rest of the weekend was taken up with trying out her wardrobe. Stefan's choices were mostly perfect although not everything fitted her properly. Although Stefan had looked after his body, time had taken its toll and despite his commitment to walking ten thousand steps a day to stay fit, Sarah had put on some weight. She was no longer the skinny elfin ingénue she had been in her teens and early twenties. But the changes were not too bad. Her buttocks were plumper and she'd developed 'man-boobs' but her waist was still slim and her belly mostly flat. Her long legs were still stunning and the makeup she wore disguised some of the wrinkles and scars she had collected over the years. Anyway she didn't want to look like mutton dressed as lamb, she wanted a more mature sophisticated look.

Of course there were endless selfies to be taken, some closeups, some posing sophisticatedly, some cheesecake shots and of course some provocative shots of her lying invitingly on the bed. These had to be catalogued, enhanced, cropped and saved in a folder. Then there was hours spent on the internet creating profiles on dating and hookup sites and carefully choosing prose to accompany the pictures. She wanted to express that she 'up for it' but picky about who she was willing to meet; not desperate.

As usually happens when a new profile pops up on location-based social networking and online dating applications, Sarah's inboxes became flooded. She quickly blocked the weirdos and those just looking to collect pictures or engage in online sexting. Before she dipped her toes back in the water she wanted to make sure that she found the right man to be her first sexual partner after her enforced celibacy.

After several DMs and an exchange of telephone numbers so they could text, she arranged to meet Darrell, a man of similar age to her who seemed experienced but not creepy. He was insistent about discretion, which suited Sarah who demanded the same and Sarah suspected that he might be married but that was of no consequence to her. She might be new to online dating but she soon discovered that many of the men on the sites looking to hook up with crossdressers were married, even though they might not say so in their profiles.

Stefan had been to the sexual health clinic and after testing was given a prescription for PrEP and advice on how to use it. Sarah considered herself fully armed and ready as Friday drew near. It would be a daytime meet at a cheap motel, another indication that Darrell might be married. Sarah would arrive first and transform and Darrell would arrive an hour later. Darrell would never meet Stefan. Sarah had acquired a new laptop and mobile phone that she only used for Sarah's avocations. She might now be single and unencumbered but she was no means ready to be outed. Sarah would have full reign over Stefan's psyche when it suited but she would remain firmly closeted at other times.

Stefan arrived at the cheap motel and paid cash for the room. It was one of those places where such assignations were common and was also used by 'professional ladies', the type of establishment commonly referred to as a 'no-tell motel'. Sarah came to the fore as soon as Stefan closed the door and pulled the blinds. The douching, showering and shaving had been taken care of before she left home so she laid out her requisites and began her transformation. She had popped two PrEP that morning as per the prescribed 'on demand' dosage regime. Darrell had asked for the 'naughty nurse' costume she was wearing in one of her Bi Australia profile pictures and asked her to wear the blonde bob which Sarah didn't mind even though she would have liked to have worn her Bettie Page for her first encounter in decades.

Transformed, perfumed and very excited she popped a Viagra and laid out lubricant and condoms within easy reach of the bed. Darrell had seemed reticent about bare-backing when they were texting and she hadn't pushed the issue. If he wanted to wear a condom that was fine by her.

Darrell opened the door at the exactly the appointed time and quickly stepped inside and slammed it closed and locked it. He was tall, dark-haired and dark eyed, a little overweight but not obese and very nervous but she sensed his excitement when his eyes locked on hers. Her face was enhanced by heavy makeup, her eyes embellished with black eyeliner, black mascara and earthy hued eyeshadow to show off her emerald green eyes. She was wearing a brilliant white micro-mini short-sleeved nurse's dress and, keeping in character, she wore white satin and lace panties and bra, white suspender belt and white stockings and four-inch white high heels. With her blonde hair she projected as a pristine white fantasy fuck doll. Her Dior Poison perfume wafted across the room.

She was pleased to see the concern leave Darrell's face and he strode confidently across the room and took her in his arms. He held her close and kissed her passionately, driving his tongue into her mouth. He was eager and horny and she could feel his cock pressing against her through his jeans. Sarah issued a sigh of contentment, she had missed this so much and any concerns that she might regret meeting a man for sex after so much time were soon forgotten.

Darrell's hands were everywhere. This is what she had missed: his hands cupping the curve of her rump, the soft caress of his fingers stroking her nylon-clad thighs, his hand gliding across the front of her panties, her cock was rampant and distending the front of her silky panties. She could taste a hint of something, not unpleasant, that his mouthwash couldn't fully mask... rum and Coke? Had he needed Dutch courage to go through with the meeting? His stubble scoured her cheek, the callouses on his fingers rasped against her panties and stockings, his belt buckle caught one of the buttons on the front of her tunic as he pressed himself against her. His outward masculinity authenticated her femininity, his need for her validated her womanliness and her seductiveness.

"God you are stunning," Darrell murmured breathlessly and kissed her again.

Sarah smiled inwardly and struggled with his belt buckle because his belly was pressed against her. Darrell obligingly arched a little but kept kissing her and in her haste, Sarah chipped her nailpolish unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. His jeans fell to floor and she slipped her hand inside his underpants and found his member rampant and dripping precum. Darrell quickly hooked his fingers into the waistband of his Jockeys and they joined his jeans around his ankles then he pulled her close again and continued to aggressively kiss her, whilst his hands roamed over her body.

After all this time Sarah marvelled at the feel of his manhood in her fingers. His cock was long but not exceptionally girthy which suited Sarah because she hadn't had a cock inside her for years and she knew that she would be tight. She stroked the long veiny appendage and it became fully tumescent and Darreel began to wheeze excitedly. His cock released a constant stream of slippery pre-ejaculate and she could feel the blood throbbing in the veins.

"Stop! I'm going to cum if you're not careful," Darrell batted her hand away.

"I know we spoke about taking our time before we fucked but I never expected you to be so sexy in real life and I really want to fuck you right now," Darrell gasped, breaking their embrace and ripping off his clothing.

Sarah sensed his need and she too was keen to dispense with the preliminaries of foreplay and fellatio, there would be plenty of time for that later, right now she too wanted to fuck. Darrell had been stroking her cock through her panties and she too was close, the short break while he undressed gave her time to recover. She lay down on the bed and posed seductively putting her little finger between her red lipsticked lips, trying to look coy and alluring.

Darrell gazed down at her, her immaculate white uniform open at the top exposing her lacy brassiere, the hem high on her thighs exposing the bands at the top of her white stockings clipped to the garter snaps, her white satin panties bulging, her long legs sheathed in the gauzy, almost transparent, ivory stockings and the matching high heels on her feet. Her face was framed by the platinum blonde bob, her brilliant green eyes sparkling, her red-lipsticked lips full and sensuous. She saw his eyes devouring her and witnessed his cock shudder as lust overcame him.

Suddenly he was on top her, his belly pressing into her, his mouth on hers, almost like he wanted to devour her, his cock between her legs, stabbing at her. She reached out for the lubricant and handed it to him and suddenly Darrell paused. He lay on top of her looking into her eyes with a serious glare. Sarah guessed his dilemma.

"I haven't had sex with anybody but my wife for twenty years. I'm clean and on PrEP but if you want to use a condom that's fine with me," she whispered and reached for the Durex lying on the coverlet.

"I'm married. I can't catch anything," he said almost apologetically.

Sarah struggled to unwrap the condom but Darrell snatched it from her hand and threw it away.

"I trust you Sarah," he smiled down at her and began to kiss her and rut against her.

Hearing a man say her name for the first time in so long was cathartic but she was too was filled with lust to dwell on it. Darrell's belly was pushing against her panty-clad cock, the satin lighting up her pleasure receptors. She snatched up the tube of lubricant that Darrell had dropped and squeezed a generous dollop on her fingers and struggled to get her hand between their bodies so she could put it where it was needed. Darrell sensed her plight but refused to stop kissing her but he did ease his belly off hers so she could snake her hand between their bodies.

She put her hands inside her panties and smeared the salve on her puckered bud and eased aside the gusset and guided Darrell's cock into her crevice.

He pushed hard and his cock slid all the way inside her tight back passage. She gasped into Darrell's mouth at the pain as she felt like she was being spilt open but luckily for her as soon as he was fully inside her Darrell stopped thrusting. Sarah concentrated on relaxing her sphincter and anal passage and was relieved that the ability to do so had not left her. Darrell sensed her discomfort and broke the kiss.

"Sorry Sarah, are you ok?" he whispered.

She looked up into his dark eyes and smiled, her hand stroked his cheek, she pressed her legs against his ample waist.

"I'm ready. Fuck me, you big beautiful man," she growled and wriggled her ass invitingly.

Darrell looked into her eyes as he began to thrust his cock in and out of her anus. He saw the look of surprise and delight on her face as his cock lit up the nerves ringing her sphincter and her anus, the bulbous head pressing on her prostate. She saw him grin and heard him moan as her anus clasped at his hard cock as she worked her internal muscles to maximise their pleasure. She could feel his cock begin to judder as he fucked her slowly, his belly grinding against her rampant prick.

From out of nowhere she suddenly remembered the last time she had been fucked. Chained to the ceiling, hanging helpless while she mewled, shook and convulsed with the intensity of her orgasm as Dark Hair inseminated her. The memory of it combined with the feel of Darrell's cock gliding in and out of her slick hole and the pressure of his belly against her pantied organ invoked an earth-shattering orgasm.

Darrell felt her cock judder against his belly and the hot, milky essences saturate her panties and spatter on his belly and he closed his mouth over hers and kissed her passionately as he erupted inside her, filling her cloistered rectum with his seed as Sarah's anus undulated around his shaft, expressing every drop of his semen.

Sarah slowly came down from her orgasmic high and the memory of the unnamed dark-haired predator fucking her while she hung from the ceiling faded.

"That was awesome!" Darrell kissed her tenderly.

They lay in each other's arms kissing and canoodling until the Viagra they had both taken kicked in and they went at it again. This time they were more adventurous. Darrell fucked her doggy-style, cowgirl, on her side and in every position they could think off. They both came a second time, Sarah riding him while he stroked her cock until she came all over his hairy belly while he filled her back passage with more of his issue.

Their farewell was a little awkward with promises to meet gain soon and expressions of gratitude for the wonderful time they had spent together. After Darrell left, Sarah removed her makeup and wig, showered and changed back into her 'boy-clothes' feeling immensely satisfied and happy that the encounter had gone so well. She was a little disturbed that memories of Dark Hair had snuck into her consciousness during their first session but it was of little consequence. Abe Saffron and his henchmen were long dead or retired.

After her first success encounter, Sarah was emboldened and delighted and keen to express her femininity and sexuality as often as possible. Stefan had, through no fault of his own, almost become a recluse. Devoid of family and most of his friends, living a solitary life, attending the occasional work function that he usually couldn't wait to leave, he had no real excuse to keep Sarah cloistered.

He transformed into Sarah as soon as he came home from work and spent all of the weekends and holidays as Sarah. She was allowed to fully take over his mind and body and she took full advantage but she hard learned the hard way to stay away from drugs and limit her alcohol consumption. She was promiscuous but selective about who she chose to engage with and soon had a 'stable' of men, mostly married, whom she met with regularly and was constantly being hit up online so she had a wide and varied selection of sexual partners.

Sarah was fairly adventurous when it came to sex but drew the line at certain things. She would meet up a few times during the week and spent most of the weekend bouncing from bed to bed, she had a voracious sexual appetite. She started going to Aarows religiously for Tranny Tuesdays which was where she met Cindy. They would often team up in one of the bigger rooms and engage in debauchery with multiple partners. She attended the sexual health clinic regularly and commenced taking her PrEP daily.

The thing was that she couldn't shake off the memories of being fucked by Dark Hair whilst she was restrained. She knew that it was a dangerous fantasy and always refused to participate in sexual bondage when it was requested of her. She was being careful with her health, staying away from drugs, even poppers - which gave her headache anyway. She was fastidious in her selection of sex partners and very discreet. She loved to roleplay the sexy secretary, the naughty nurse, the loose airline stewardess, and she even had a schoolgirl costume but delving into S&M was just too dangerous.

Cabin 121 Park Motor Lodge, Engadine NSW, Australia

The four men had used Sarah repeatedly until they just couldn't get it up anymore. Sarah was exhausted and lay on the bed in a fugue. She had submitted to the men and had orgasmed at least three times herself over the course of the evening. Her skirt, blouse and panties were cum-spattered, her stockings laddered, her makeup ruined and her anus was sore and throbbing.

Loyd came into the bedroom and uncuffed her.

"Was it everything you hoped it would be?" he asked and leaned in and kissed her softly.

"It was wonderful but it's not something I think I could do regularly," Sarah admitted.

"The other three enjoyed themselves too, did my boys live up to expectations? Did they play their roles well?" Loyd sat on the bed and stroked Sarah's cheek tenderly.

"The agreement was there would be two of you, not four, but... yes they were perfect, almost too perfect. Salesi's threat to knock my teeth out and fuck my bleeding mouth was chilling," Sarah chuckled as she recalled the beginning of the evening.

"You were also supposed to be handcuffed to the ceiling but if you look around this dump, nothing is structurally sound. Besides I thought you would be more comfortable being raped on the bed," Loyd chuckled too.

"As for there being four of us, when I put the proposition out there to gangbang you to my trusted contacts and attached pictures of you, the response was overwhelming so I chose the three guys I trusted the most. I thought it would be nice to give you a little extra... to enhance your fantasy a little... make it a little more scarier for you," Loyd's hand was gently stroking her thigh.

"Well, it certainly did that," Sarah placed her hand over Loyd's and squeezed it gently.

"Thank you," she leaned in and kissed him.

"Next time we meet I would like it to be just you and me," Loyd smiled at her wistfully.

"I'd like that too Loyd and once again, thanks for setting this up. I hope I played my role satisfactorily. Steve, Salesi and Gary certainly did and you were magnificent as the ringleader. You made my fantasy come true," Sarah smiled up at Loyd and they kissed again and then discussed when and where they would meet next time.

The End

Author's Note I hope you enjoyed this trilogy and please feel free to rate it and leave a comment. I'm working on my next story and it should be posted soon.