Deposits - Pt. 04

NOTE: All characters in all chapters of this story are eighteen years old or older.

Chapter 4: A Story From The Bible

I was blindfolded again and dressed in a short terrycloth robe just before I was led to the car - not Carole's Corvette, as I was told, but an SUV. From the sounds of voices during our conversation, Ruthy was driving. Jill was in the front passenger seat. On the back bench, I was flanked by Callie to my left, Stacey to my right. During the entire ride, which again followed a circuitous and seemingly random path, the two girls I was sitting with were rubbing my legs with their hands and licking my ears and face. Stacey's tongue stabs seemed particularly amorous, as she held me with her left arm tight around my shoulders. Even though my colossal erection was soon poking out of the robe, neither girl touched it.

Jill asked "Do you know why we're blindfolding you?"

"I'm guessing that I'm not supposed to know where we're going. I suppose you don't want me to know where your base of operations is."

"Smart boy," Jill said. "Any other reason?"

I thought for a little bit. "Also because of the drug, a direct look from me makes you instantly and unstoppably horny for me. I don't have to be concerned with 'have you had sex or thought about having it recently', because with your job you're thinking about sex just about all the time."

"Right again. It's for your safety just as much as anything else. Otherwise you'd have the four of us driving you to some secluded spot and just raping you over and over again."

Which is precisely what you're doing, if only I could get the word 'no' out of my mouth, I thought to myself with some ruefulness.

"The drug makes you capable of performing that way I think a man should perform in my films. My philosophy is that a man should be able to service as many women as want him. The proverbial rooster in the henhouse. But the problem is, most men aren't capable. They get tired, their dicks start hurting, they wimp out when the women become too aggressive. None of that seems to matter to you. Of course, I know that the drug is making you this way, but for our purposes it's working. Did you like fucking those three stars?"

"I'd be lying if I said no," I responded. "I've dreamed of fucking any one of them since... well, forever."

Ruthy interjected "You've got a lovely wife that allows you to do stuff like that. Makes a marriage more interesting."

We slowed and stopped, and I was led out of the car and into an office, where I was placed in a chair. I heard a soft moaning from the room next door.

"That room is our staging area," Ruthy explained. "It's where we keep the girls who are going to be in your upcoming scenes. Let me tell you, Jill's got some fucking superstars in there waiting for you to work them over! And to make them extra desirous of you, they're getting to watch the feeds on video monitors."

Jill told me "This complex has been divided into different rooms for different scenes we have scripted. This is kind of our private studio. No man we've had here has been unable to keep up with the demands we've made on him. But I think that you're going to be the first. Stacey, bring him to the first plot mark and explain the scene to him."

I was still blindfolded. Stacey started explaining in a voice tinged with some sadness.

"I'm sure you're familiar with the Biblical story of Joseph and Potiphar's wife."

"Familiar with it? I feel like I'm living it. I'm a virtual sexual slave to my insatiable wife, and also have to service her friends whenever they demand it. If I say no, Jodi just chases me down and fucks me into submission, and then her friends get their way with me anyway. With this drug, of course, I can't say no."

Stacey sighed. "That's the price you pay for having such a hot cock."

Then it was my turn to sigh. "So I guess we're going to re-enact the Biblical scene, except that this time Potiphar's wife gets what she wants."

"Yes. Call her 'mistress' since you're her husband's slave. Try to resist her as much as you can, in order to make the scene a little more interesting. But in the end, you know she's going to win. It's that way in ALL of Jill's films.

"Now count to 20 as I leave, then remove your blindfold."

I heard a door slam behind me, and a small amount of sobbing, before I finished counting. Then I opened the door and stepped into what looked like an ancient Egyptian boudoir.

What looked like an extremely tall woman with dark chocolate-complected skin was seated in front of a mirror, nonchalantly brushing her straight black shoulder-length hair. She was wearing a short white kimono, cinched with a sash. I could see in the mirror that she had sultry almond-shaped brown eyes, thick pouty lips, and, when she turned to look at me, a probing, lustful gaze that would melt most any man's heart.

Except for mine. My heart was pounding, at least partially with fear. This woman was covered with cannonball-like muscles, accentuating her large breasts and long, long legs. Her thighs looked like they could crush watermelons. I was 5 feet 10, thin and wiry. Even under the best of circumstances, I'd have no chance at all of fighting her off.

"Joseph," she called me by the name of the Biblical character I was portraying, beckoning with a long finger, "come over here. I'd like to talk to you."

With some trepidation, I walked over to her.

"Do you like working for my husband?"

"Very much so, mistress," I replied, remembering the Bible story. "He's been kind to me and has put me in charge of the other household slaves. I try to reflect his kindness in the way I treat them."

"I see that," she said softly. "It means that you are a man of great integrity. My husband trusts you very much.

"The problem is, he's away a lot on business, and I get so lonely. There are nights where I'm lying in bed alone, crying, wishing that I had a man beside me. Seeing how you do your job, and how you treat people, and how utterly handsome you are, I'd have to be honest and say that sometimes I wish that man was you."

"You know I can't do that, mistress..."

"Zuleykah," she interrupted. "You may call me Zuleykah."

"Zuleykah," I repeated, "I would be completely violating my master's trust in me if I did that. Never mind that I would be violating God's law. I can't be with another man's wife."

She looked at me, her tongue running across her plump lips. She reached out and started stroking my leg. I pushed her hand off and backed away.

"Please stop. We can't do this."

"Yes, we can," she softly purred. "I've sent the whole household out. My husband's going to be gone for a while. Nobody would ever know.

"I want you to come to bed with me."

She stood up, and I gasped. I knew she was tall, but this was ridiculous. She was at least 6 feet 6, but with a perfect hourglass figure. I would guess she weighed around 200 pounds. As I said, I was hopelessly outmatched - if what I thought was about to happen did happen.

She slowly advanced on me, swaying her hips and breathing heavily, and I started backing away.

"Zuleykah, I can't. I mustn't."

She kept coming. "Don't you want to make your mistress happy? You said that your job was to make him happy. Well, he isn't here right now, and that makes me the head of the household, so now your job is to make me happy. And right now, there's only one way that you're going to make me happy. Come to bed with me!"

I found myself flattened against the wall, as she reached down and opened my robe.

"Oooh, look at that. You may be telling me you don't want to, but that is telling me that you do. I'm ordering you now, slave boy - join me in bed and stick that hot piece of cock into me! My cunt is dripping wet and waiting for you!" To emphasize this, she opened her kimono, dropped it on the floor, and pressed her body against mine.

"NO, MISTRESS, I CAN'T!!!" I pushed her away from me and tried to run. She grabbed the hem of my robe, and I twisted myself out of the garment, leaving it in her hand.

In the Bible, this is pretty much where the story ended. But in the world of femdom film maker Jill Branson, with both of us now naked, the story was just beginning.

As I tried to flee to an adjacent bathroom (with a real bath the size of a small swimming pool in it!), I felt Zuleykah - if that was her real name - tackle me from behind. I landed face-first on the thick carpet, her arms around my midsection and grinding her pelvis against my rear end. "I told you I want you to FUCK me, slave!! How dare you disobey an order from your mistress!!" She tried to turn me over, and for leverage wrapped her thick, muscular legs around mine. I desperately tried to twist out of her grasp, and even succeeded in pushing one of her arms off, but she simply replaced it and hugged me tighter.

I tried to get my legs under me to at least get to a kneeling position, but Zuleykah used the opportunity to readjust herself. Her powerful arms were now wrapped around my neck, and her thighs were now squeezing my midsection as she wrapped her legs around me as well. She was giggling as we wrestled.

I felt her kiss me wetly on my cheek. Then she hissed in my ear, "You can't fight me off, as hard as you might try. The fact that you're resisting me is making me even hornier for you - and is only going to make the end sweeter. Why don't you just give up and fuck me like I want you to?"

I suddenly managed to rear up and partially throw her off me. But then she pulled me back onto her - she was now lying on her back, as was I when I landed on her - and she again twined her legs around me. She had me in a headlock, my arms behind my head and immobilized, and she reached down and grabbed my erect member with her left hand. "MMMMM, this is what I want!!!" she cried as she jerked me off for several minutes. "Will this make you stop fighting me, slave boy? Your cock will feel so much better buried in my hot pussy!!"

She quickened her pace as I tried to plot an escape. "You've got to be able to feel my wetness against your back!! This is getting me so turned on!!! Believe me, when I finally get to fuck you, I've got a LOT of energy that I have to expend. Are you ready for it, baby? Are you ready to give me what I want?"

I responded by trying to flail my arms, and by kicking my legs so that she would let go of my penis. I felt her let go, and I tried to throw myself into a sitting position. I succeeded, but with the massive barnacle of Zuleykah still firmly attached to me.

We were both breathing heavily from our exertions, but Zuleykah actually seemed like she was enjoying the struggle between us. She again wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, licked my ear and said breathily "Once I get you into a certain position, this fight will be over and I will have conquered. And I always get what I want. You'd be better off quitting now, and letting me do what I want with you!"

I didn't know how much fight I had left in me. I could barely breathe the way this woman had me trussed up. I didn't want to hit a woman, but I almost felt like I was fighting for my life here.

I relaxed myself for just a moment. That was my fatal mistake.

In a flash, Zuleykah had turned her body so that she was now sitting in my lap. She pushed me down flat onto the carpeting, felt around and stuck the head of my penis into her frothing vagina. She then pumped quickly twice and swallowed my cock almost whole.

"AHA!!! NOW I've got you!!" Zuleykah announced triumphantly. "NOW I get the prize I've been looking forward to!!" She began pounding my cock pitilessly, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and her slurping away on my face and mouth.

"You like that, slave boy? You like how your mistress rides your hot cock? Oooh, it's just as big as I imagined it - bigger, even!!! Oh, YEAH!!! Oh, YEAH!!! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!!!! Give me all of that hard cock!!!!" It went this way for about 10 minutes, with me still trying to fight against this unforgiving, dominant seeming force of nature. She was alternately moaning and shrieking with pleasure. I felt several small orgasms from her, but nothing like what would soon come.

After hearing Jill's exhortations in my ear to resist Zuleykah as much as possible, it now seemed almost a relief to hear "It's okay, now, Mike. Give her what she wants."

I responded by grabbing her ass with both hands and massaging it.

"Oh, now slave boy wants to play nice with me, huh? He likes feeling my huge ass bouncing up and down on him. That's right, baby. Squeeze my ass. Push yourself deep into me."

She suddenly tensed up and emitted an animal roar. This climax could have registered on the Richter scale. It seemed powerful and endless, lasting as it did for a good minute or so. She collapsed, winded, onto my shoulder.

"Keep fucking me, baby. Keep pounding that hard cock into me. Ooooh, I so love that hard cock!!!"

After two other shrieking orgasms, she said "If I got up and tried to lead you over to the bed, would my slave try to escape?"

I sighed, "No, Zuleykah, I'll do whatever you want me to do."

She released me from her vise-like grip, but held me by my erect cock as she led me over to the bed.

She lay down, spit into her free hand, slathered it on my cock and then pointed at her entrance. "Kneel between my legs and RAM that into me!!!!"

In one motion, I went in almost balls-deep.

"Now FUCK me like I've always dreamed you could."

As she had unforgivingly ridden my cock before, I gave just as good as I'd gotten. I pounded at her with wild abandon.

"Oh, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK", she screamed in time with the thrusting of my cock. "Oh, my GOD, he's fucking SUPERCOCK!!!!" Yet another intense orgasm shook her.

She raised her legs almost to her shoulder level and held them there, spreading them wide so that I'd have the biggest available target.

I began gasping and wheezing, feeling deep down in my body what was coming. Zuleykah squealed out "Come on me, baby!!! I want to see that thing shoot!!! BLOW YOUR CUM ALL OVER ME!!!!"

I pulled out of her, pulled on my cock a couple of times, and cried out "AAAAAAGGGHHHHH" as my cock spewed out ten large wads of sperm all over her tits, chest and stomach.

"Oh, yeah, baby, look at all that cum you spit out!! It's like milking a cow!! Look how much is coming out of you!!"

As I knelt there, wringing the last of my ejaculate out of my empurpled cock head, Zuleykah languidly dipped two of her fingers into a pool of my cum on her stomach, lifted it to her mouth and sucked it off. She then rubbed the puddle into her body, giving herself a cum bath. She watched me as I finished pulling on myself and lay down on the bed next to her.

She rolled over, kissed me on the cheek, hugged me tightly - rubbing some of my sperm onto me in the process - and cooed into my ear "I'm going to have to visit you in your private quarters when my husband is home."

"CUT", Jill called in my earpiece. "That's a take. Great scene, guys. Hot as all fuck. Mike, the girls will be there in just a minute to get you out and ready for the next scene. When they give it to you, please put your blindfold on."

Next part: A Small Light In The Darkness