Charlene Ch. 08 - Sex Pets Pt. 01

This is Chapter 8 of the Charlene Series (and part 1 of a specific storyline). The story will make much more sense if you have read the prior chapters. Thanks very much to those who have read, rated, and commented on the prior chapters! A heavy work schedule delayed writing this one, but I hope to have a smaller gap before writing part 2 of this chapter.

I met Judith for a late lunch after finishing up early on a remote work day the Wednesday after the BDSM session. The kids had left for their summer internships in the morning, and I shifted my attention back to tying up loose ends with Judith. There was the issue of my resignation--though I was conflicted and felt that despite my decision to end the adventure that there was a dormant desire still not quashed that needed only a trigger to reanimate--but it was overshadowed by the larger issue of what had happened with Michael and what feelings might be lingering there.

I was a little quiet as we started lunch at her house, giving terse answers and finding that I had assumed a passive aggressive tone without any conscious decision to do so.

"Is there something wrong Erin?" a worried look on her face.

"I'm sorry, Judith, I just have to ask what happened with you and Michael. I mean, I know I brought you together for the threesome but,..."

I was stopped midsentence by an even more distressed look on her face, one I had never seen before.

"Erin, I'm sorry, I need to come clean about something." Her eyes looked moist and some reptilian part of my brain had shut off all thoughts to produce full vigilance for whatever threat was being signaled so strongly by her facial expression.

"I enjoyed the threesome with you and Michael, but the real reason I got together with him while you were gone was to try to get leverage over you."

This left me utterly perplexed and in a state of blank anticipation as I waited for her to find the words to explain.

"I'm sorry Erin, I thought I had this under control... Basically, I owe money to some investors and I really need to make more really fast and wanted to pressure you to work more."

The word 'investors' made my blood run cold. What kind of investors? What were we mixed up in?

"I actually lost assets in the divorce settlement and needed money and basically borrowed against the expected profits from the escort side of things, but it has come in slower than expected, and, well, it is better if you don't know the details but there are some payments to avoid any legal investigations and with the interest on the loans, there is some risk of those payments lapsing, and I just thought I could pay it all back if we can work some really big jobs,..."

"Are you in danger, Judith?" I felt a genuine concern for her, and for myself.

"Not any physical danger, but there could be a bust if I don't pay the right people; they don't tend to prosecute the sex workers themselves, but there is a decent chance your name would get out in the course of an investigation. I fucked up with the bank account for the yacht job payment: it has both of our real names on it, and a police investigation that found it could lead them right to you."

Damn. My heart beat out a slow, deep rhythm.

"I don't want Michael to find out, really. Though my plan to pressure you was to get closer to him and then threaten to tell him if you didn't work more. I'm sorry, it was stupid, I never should have considered that, I really am sorry."

Judith was either the best actor of all time or all of the desperate emotions that she expressed were entirely genuine. I had a strange calmness come over me, even a confidence that seemed borne of a desire to display resolve in order to salve her distress.

"Maybe we can work through this. What do you need me to do, Judith? I do mostly enjoy this work."

Judith's face snapped quickly into a look of perplexed gratitude. "I really don't deserve a friend like you, Erin."

I crossed my legs, bare beneath my shorts, feeling the smooth skin of my thighs rub together. I gave her a restrained but kind smile; I had freely chosen this path, she had only pointed it out to me.

"I know you said Michael has a long overseas trip coming up, right?"

"Yes, he leaves a week from today for 10 days."

"Do you think you could use vacation time and do a really big job while he is gone? I have a new client interested, but it is a long job."

"Maybe; I have so many days saved up that some are going to expire, but I would need to check tomorrow. What is the job?"

"He's basically a retired tech billionaire that some contacts put me in touch with. He and his trophy wife are into dom/sub play and like to train live-in subs and can pay a lot of money."

My heart was beating fast, the adrenaline sending ambiguous signals, my brain flipping the Necker cube of interpretation between threat and sexual arousal.

"Do you know how safe it is?"

"Well, there was one way to find out, so I did some research. I spent two nights with them as their sex pet. I mean, it was very intense, they like to play mind games, but I didn't feel like I was in danger. They respected my safe words when I tested them, things like that."

I traced my index finger on the surface of her table, my left leg fidgeting while crossed over my right.

"For that much money, wouldn't they want young women?" Damn, I was intrigued. At some level, deep down, not yet consciously articulated but felt as a truth, I saw the overall predicament as an excuse to delve even deeper into my sex addiction, as though, through some happenstance, the only way that a drug addict could prevent a terrible event from occurring was to take hits of their favorite drug, simply delaying but not canceling their eventual resolve to quit.

"I think they got tired of younger women and specifically asked if there were others close to my age. When I told them about you, they thought you sounded perfect."

"Let me see if I can get the days off and then you can get more details, OK? In the meantime, I can try to work some regular jobs if you have them."

Judith looked up at me again with an almost meek look of utter gratitude. I had never seen her like this, looking helpless and even small, and I felt an almost maternal urge to comfort her. Then, more observing myself do it than having decided, I felt myself stand gracefully and walk slowly over to her, leaning down and kissing her lips very gently. I stood back up, feeling a little awkward, but magnanimous.

"OK, Judith, I will try to help. Let's dig you out of this."

In the ensuing days, I felt inexplicably calm, at least on the surface. When I thought objectively about the situation, there was a conscious acknowledgment that I should be more distressed, and that thought itself created some anxiety specifically over the sense that the lack of distress was dangerous, but even that anxiety was only fleeting. In further discussion with Judith, it was reassuring that no one had yet threatened going to the authorities--this was just a more probable outcome if she fell further into debt and subsequent arrears--and I was thus able to reassure myself that the risk of public exposure for me was still hypothetical and reasonably minimal.

I was able to take personal days, as expected, and so Judith made further inquiries. The amount offered was pretty staggering. Their proposal was to hire me and Judith as live-in sex workers for a week for a total of $200,000. In exchange, we would agree to provide low-limits, on-demand sexual services, including servicing any friends that they wanted us to entertain. We would get only a few hours of personal time each day, but would otherwise be on the clock, essentially acting as their full-time sex pets. The job would also entail a fair amount of bondage and strict obedience. There would be a contract to sign (at least with pseudonyms) providing consent to the activities, but all payments would be under the table using bitcoin.

At $125,000 for herself, Judith would be much closer to covering her debts. Assuming that I found the contract acceptable, though, I told her to keep as much as she needed to get out of trouble. Judith was intensely grateful for the gesture, but promised to pay me as much as she could when she was able. In some ways, however, the pro bono arrangement was almost optimally calibrated for maximal arousal. The clients would think I was being paid and treat me as such, but I would know that I had actually volunteered, a circumstance that combined the fantasy of being obligated to fulfill others' desires with the inverted cognitive dissonance following from the strong implicit inference that I must really enjoy this if I was doing it for free. Realizing the arousal it produced in me, I insisted to Judith that I would not accept payment for the job, the agreement to which also produced a lighter feeling about the engagement since it was, for me at least, no longer illegal.

I had to turn down possible jobs for the upcoming weekend given that I anticipated my period by Friday. My masturbation had become more urgent, even continuing into the onset of my actual period on Friday night. The fantasies were strangely vague, however, mostly comprising just an abstract anticipation of giving up all agency and obeying orders during the week. As if to simulate that process in some way, I found that I did not want to imagine what I would be asked to do, and was instead aroused by being in a state of readiness to receive my commands. The commands not actually materializing each night, however, produced a sense of urgency and even irritability as I waited impatiently for the appointed day to arrive.

The plan was to be picked up by a limousine at Judith's house on Thursday morning. I had packed minimally on Wednesday night since I was told that they would provide clothing. Judith also texted to say that they would send separate limos for us, and that I could park in her garage using the opener code since she would already be gone by the time my ride arrived at 8 AM. This did trigger some suspicion in me, as though Judith were in on some plot to kidnap me, but turning this over from all angles made it seem highly improbable.

I wore a business suit, both to look respectable when entering a limousine with luggage, and because I intuited that my status as a professional woman was part of my allure to them. I did wear a sexy bra and panty matching set under the suit, with thigh-high stockings and small heels, as well as carefully applied but respectable amounts of make-up. I had implemented my enema and stretching routine Wednesday night in anticipation of the early morning on Thursday, which left me time to get my outfit and hair just right. Looking at myself in the mirror as I finished, I felt happy with the product but was feeling a surge of nervousness that seemed to leak out even with a neutral facial expression. My heart beat out what felt like a pressing and irregular rhythm, and much like my first job in this hobby, I sensed that I could be crossing a threshold with irreversible consequences.

There was a tension that made my movements awkward as I drove and then parked carefully in Judith's garage. The nervousness was less exciting and genuinely aversive this time, and I felt as though it would be a relief to simply start the process of following orders. The limousine pulled up just moments after I closed the garage door behind me, and a slightly heavy-set woman with a friendly face popped out, her countenance putting me more at ease.

"Charlene?"

"That's me."

"Oh, good, here let me take your bag. They told me there are some papers for you to sign in the back, but that I'm supposed to let you concentrate and not make conversation."

She seemed to have a dispositional chattiness that was somehow revealed in the way she uttered those words and that probably compelled her to explain why she wouldn't be talking to me the entire way. Her down-to-earth friendliness had a wholesomeness to it that made me certain that she was unaware of what I would be doing once delivered to my destination.

The back seat was luxurious and surprisingly quiet, and I noticed quickly that the windows were tinted enough on the inside that I could not see outside. On the seat was a manila envelope that was tightly sealed, with 'Charlene Contracts' written on the front. I opened and began to read as the limo set off from Judith's house.

The contract was basically acknowledging my freely-given consent to a series of activities during the course of a week (though it made no mention of payments). For each one, I could check yes or no, followed by a couple of lines for possible comments or explanations. There was a general agreement to follow orders precisely except for any activities listed for which I expressly declined consent. The activities listed were quite explicit, with separate consent for sexual penetration in my mouth, vagina, and anus, with either penises or sex toys. There was agreement to be restrained (with examples including with ropes, handcuffs, or metal devices) and to be penetrated or perform sex acts on any men or women that the hosts instructed me to pleasure, with no limits on the number of sex partners. As Judith had mentioned, the contract stipulated 4 hours of personal time per day, with agreement that this would be during a time of the hosts' choosing and might not be during sleep hours, but that otherwise I consented to follow orders for the remaining 20 hours in each calendar day. The terms of the contract would also transfer to any individuals to whom the hosts might lend me, and to any locations said third parties might take me.

I was generally ticking 'yes' to each item, feeling small jolts of excitement as I did so, with the exception of a few items. I ticked 'no' regarding consent to be urinated on and to urinate on others (though I consented to ejaculation of semen anywhere on my body, or in my mouth). For two other items, I left comments. One was consent to be whipped; there, I stated that no marks could be visible on my body by the end of the week (but otherwise 'yes'). The other item surprised me: They asked consent for the main host to have unprotected intercourse with me and to ejaculate in my vagina and anus, conditional on he and I both passing daily urine tests for STIs. For this item, I wrote in the comment section that we could discuss it. (I was not using hormonal contraception--Michael having gotten a vasectomy--though I did expect that my odds of pregnancy were quite low at my age.) There was an item asking whether I would like a safe word, to which I ticked 'yes,' but also an acknowledgment that I was consenting to at least some time periods when use of the safe word might not be possible ('consensual non-consent episodes'), to which I also ticked 'yes'. Finally, there was an instruction to leave the signature line blank in order to sign in the presence of witnesses at the house.

The process of running through the contract had primed the type of nervous excitement that I did find pleasurable, with the proposed activities suggesting an elevation in intensity that was sufficient to overcome my increasing tolerance to sexual adventures. I closed my eyes and felt a sense of relaxation come over me at the moment, relishing the surge of excitement and pleasure that I anticipated. I felt physically and mentally ready for this challenge at that instant, but did worry that this might be difficult to sustain over the course of an entire week, realizing that I almost always felt fatigued or irritable or mentally exhausted for some part of any week, even absent the endurance tests to which I would be subject. But as a response to this, I thought that I could essentially let go of any thoughts regarding how to behave and simply follow orders at each successive moment until the week ended, with this ability to relinquish both thoughts and control standing out to me as a temporary relief from all sources of performance anxiety and anguish, as long as the events were structured in such a way as to fully engage my attention.

I was apparently relaxed enough that, to my surprise, I fell asleep in the unusually quiet and comfortable car. The corpulent driver woke me by opening the door, her face almost suggesting strain from having been unable to converse the entire time. I scanned reflexively for anything visible that might signal to her sexual debauchery (maybe naked women giving blowjobs on the front lawn or something of that ilk), but was relieved that there was nothing of the sort.

"Here you go dear," handing me my luggage. "This looks like some house."

"It sure does," in a friendly tone with a polite smile.

The house was a light brick color, multiple stories reaching up in front of the circular driveway, with additional wings visible off to its left and right. Upon ringing the doorbell, a woman of about 30 or so, blonde and facially gorgeous, wearing a sexy-ish maid uniform, opened the door and gestured me in with an emotionless look on her face. Ah, commence the debauchery.

The sexy maid led me through an atrium with a very high ceiling and to a large wooden door. Knocking, she opened the door and announced me: "Miss Charlene."

I wheeled in my luggage, holding the envelope in my other hand. Behind a wooden desk sat a well-groomed, genuinely handsome man who appeared to be in his late 50s or so, trim and fit in a stylish black T-shirt.

"Charlene, glad you could make it. Have a seat, please. Oh, the contracts..." gesturing for me to pass them to him.

"Hello, I actually thought about buying this place,..." handing him the envelope and taking a seat in a chair across from him. From another door behind him emerged a stylishly dressed and handsome woman with very light brown, shoulder length hair, and a toned, athletic body.

"Charlene, this is my wife, Lydia," as he removed the contracts. "You were saying something?"

"Oh, just a joke. Lydia, very nice to meet you."

She nodded with the same type of resting bitch face as the sexy maid, and I was a little relieved that the husband seemed distracted enough that he had not noticed my ill-considered joke.

"OK, good, just making sure that you have agreed to enough items to proceed. OK, sorry, I am Brian. I think we can work with the few limits that you have here, and we can discuss the items with notes. You look very lovely, Charlene. I understand that you went to Stanford and work for a tech company in the city."

"Yes, that is correct," still a friendly demeanor from me, finding that a tone of levity was simply what was coming out of me without having specifically decided upon that.

"OK, very nice. And you are married? A family? Tell me honestly why you got into this type of work."

"I am married, with two kids in college. Why I got into this? Honestly, it was a fantasy and the opportunity arose. I don't know, it wasn't for the money... though that is nice, it was more that it triggered an excitement in me that I found hard to resist that, at least, well at least once I started..."

He had a way of staring straight at me without words or expression that triggered an impulse to continue talking and qualifying my statements, as though the non-reaction were an implicit signal that my statements were insufficient.

"I see, I see," finally speaking, to my relief. "And does it still trigger an excitement?"

"It does, but it is an interesting question because I feel like I have to keep increasing the intensity to get the same effect..."

"Yes, good, good, that makes you a good candidate. Charlene, I am going to be very direct with you. We have a goal this week, a type of challenge for us. We want to break you down, to make you want to submit to us, so much so that you will come back to us freely because you want to, and will serve us without being paid whenever your schedule allows. We have broken and trained other subs, but hearing your background from Judith, I have to say never any as educated and successful as you, and especially a married woman on top of that. The challenge of all that makes this interesting."

I nodded, my legs crossed, the nervous excitement rising in me, feeling that I may have suddenly adopted a more awkward and stilted expression as I tried to process the implications of being the subject of their challenge. The tone of levity that had come out of me previously--perhaps as a defense--evaporated, and I wondered whether I was in fact up to this.

"Of course, we want you to have fun and enjoy this, and so it really depends on you having the type of submissive fantasies that would make you like this." He smiled in a surprisingly friendly, charming, and disarming way as he said that, and I had my first glimpse of how he might produce the desire to submit to him. Already, from just that brief interaction, I already craved more of that smile and welcoming intimacy, which contrasted with the business-like sternness of his initial words to me.

"I do have submissive fantasies, yes, but I admit I'm nervous. I have never done anything quite this extreme."

"Well, keep in mind that we can always end things early if you wish, and we can work out some type of pro-rated payment in that case. You always have that option. OK then, your contract notes,..." shifting back to a more business-like demeanor and looking through the papers.

"Yes, OK, we won't leave any permanent marks. We use a type of whip that when applied expertly should not leave marks for very long. It hurts temporarily but just enough to make you really focus on your sensations and try to order your consciousness in a way, more than pain for its own sake, if that makes sense,..."

"I think so, I guess..."

"And yes, you can choose a safe word, whatever you like. We will always respect it. As it says in the contract, when you are unable to use it because you are gagged or alone or something, we will check with you first and let you know that it will be a CNC period.... What else. OK, you were asking about testing? We have a reliable doctor and uncovered sex is important to me..."

He was talking fast, riffling through the papers as though running a business meeting in front of subordinates and not giving me much opportunity to interject.

"Well, also, I am not on contraceptives and so it might be a low risk, but there is that to consider."

"Right, OK, we can give you Plan B but that might cause you to menstruate if we use it too early. OK, then, how about this: I will only ejaculate in your vagina on the last day and then you can use Plan B, but with testing all sex with me will be without condoms."

I reflexively glanced over at his wife when he described his plan for ejaculating in my vagina, but she continued to look on impassively, seemingly unmoved by any of this.

"OK, I think that will work." I felt a thrill at the thought of having uncovered sex with him, another threshold that would be crossed in my adventures. I shifted a little with my legs crossed and felt myself starting to lubricate.

"Great, I think you will really enjoy yourself. I am just texting Christina,..."

Soon after walked in a young, perky woman, appearing to be in her early 20s or so, professionally dressed with a petite body and very cute face. She walked in quickly carrying a clipboard and with some type of earpiece communication device.

"Christina, will you show Charlene to her room and get her settled. Get a urine sample for her test and then maybe a quick touch up for hair and make-up. Charlene, it was very nice meeting you and we will be seeing you soon."

"Yes, nice, uh, definitely,..." scolding myself internally for the word salad response and then smiling quickly at the couple as I rose and followed perky Christina out the door.

Christina was friendly and energetic in a focused, industrious sort of way, ticking off items on her clipboard and leading me with a surprisingly quick gait. We soon arrived at an expansive and stylish room, the sort I might have associated with a luxury villa at a resort destination, with a tall canopy bed, sitting area, adjoining bathroom, and a large window that looked out over an expansive green area. Christina handed me a cup for the urine sample and said she would return in 10 to give me a chance to unpack and settle in.

Peeing in the cup reminded me that water sports were a requested item and I could not help but imagine the stream landing on another person. This underlined how potentially kinky my hosts really were and I again had some nervousness regarding the endurance tests to which I might be subjected. I was putting away a few clothes, trying to regulate what had become faster breathing, when Christina appeared again, sooner than expected.

"Sorry, change of plans, they want to have a viewing of you as soon as possible and so we can skip the hair and make-up (you look great, anyway!)."

"A viewing?" replied reflexively.

"Yes, I will set you up in another room. This part is a little kinky, I guess, but most girls actually come to like it. I will show you. You will be naked but mounted in a way that you can't move much. It's easier just to show you."

I walked fast trying to keep up with Christina, my heels clicking and heart racing, feeling some mixture of trepidation and excitement, returned again to the space in which I attempted to accurately label the physiological signals from my body. Christina was friendly but made no chit chat beyond communicating necessary information, which helped to create an aura of regimented formality.

We entered a room in which I saw a vertical metal bar sticking up from the floor, with a long, pink, rubbery dildo mounted atop it, and I immediately inferred what it meant for me to be mounted naked.

"If you can take off all of your clothes, I will fold them for you in your room," delivered in her fast, business-like, but friendly tone.

As I began removing my clothes, I watched Christina adjusting the height of the bar, which could be moved up and down in a telescoping manner. Once naked, I walked over as calmly as I could and Christina directed me to stand over the bar, which had been lowered to make it easy for me to step over it. Christina then began moving the bar upward while lining the dildo up with my vagina, a very practiced but focused look on her face, and then asked me to press myself down on it. The dildo was rubbery and well-lubricated but still more rigid than an actual penis and it took some fidgeting and wiggling to get it inside of me, at which point I bent my knees to press down further onto it.

"We have to get the depth just right, bear with me for a second," as she slowly pushed the inner bar up from the outer tube. "Please stand straight up, don't bend your knees," which command I obeyed as she nudged the dildo up to meet my height, me feeling it press in deeper. "OK, now up on tip toes, high as you can go." I obeyed this, also, and now felt it press very deep into me, thinking that it may have been as long as Jake at full erection.

Christina was making little measurements with her thumb and index finger to judge the length of dildo sticking out of my vagina, which may have been only an inch or so. Then she used a small tool to screw the telescoping bar firmly into place as I continued standing up on my toes.

"OK, try to lower your feet down flat and see how that feels."

The dildo already felt as deep into me as it could possibly fit, and lowering myself from my toes, I felt a painful pressure as it pressed against what I inferred must have been my cervix. I grimaced and moved back up to my toes, then reached down and tried to grab the bar in order to adjust angles in a way that it wouldn't press so uncomfortably against me on flat feet.

"Be careful about reaching down, you don't want to tip over if you lose your balance. But I think we have the height right, it is supposed to be a little too deep if you stand flat on your feet so that you need to focus on elevating yourself a little. OK, I will let them know you are ready."

She left the room with my clothes and I stood fidgeting, trying to keep the firm rubber from pressing too high up into me whenever I needed to rest my calves and move my feet down. I didn't feel aroused as of yet, being more focused on managing discomfort while also feeling a little self-conscious about being displayed naked.

Christina, Brian, and Lydia entered the room together just as I was leaning forward and grabbing the bar to try to adjust the angle of penetration, and I stood up more straight in response to their entry.

"Oh, leaning like that is a little dangerous in terms of risk of falling over," from Brian. "Christina, use a zip tie to bind her hands behind her back."

Christina walked over quickly and adroitly fastened both hands behind my back with a tightened zip tie. I stood up on my toes again as Lydia and Brian walked over and looked at my naked body. Their gazes made me feel especially self-conscious, walking around to see me from behind as well, but I also started to feel some arousal, especially when Lydia gently brushed her fingers over my side.

Brian placed his hands on my hips, looking me in the eyes, and said that I looked lovely. "We enjoy these viewing stands; they are a really elegant way to immobilize someone."

I was about to respond when the door opened again and, to my surprise, a man walked in wearing only the straps of some type of harness and sporting a very rigid erection of the thickest penis I had ever seen in person.

"Charlene, this is Diego, he is one of the subs that we have trained."

"Hi Diego," the words coming out of me a bit meekly, and hearing my own voice shake a little.

"I am going to put some tape over your mouth for a bit, is that OK?"

I nodded--actually a bit relieved that I wouldn't have to compute inane utterances as I tried to manage the large object pressed deep up my cunt--and Brian placed a small strip of black tape over my mouth, rendering me unable to speak.

"We are going to have Diego warm you up a bit as we get prepared for some fun, but we will be back shortly. Diego, no orgasms for her."

The original three of them left again and Diego retrieved from a corner of the room a white, wand-style vibrator, larger than the one that Maria had used on me during one of my first escort jobs. He walked up close to me and I kept my eyes on his face as he leaned down, used a finger to expose my clitoris and pressed the now buzzing vibrator directly against it. I closed my eyes and grunted through the tape a little, but still mostly focused on the deep penetration in me as I ran through the cycles of elevation on my toes and brief calf resting, the vibration increasing the intensity of feeling but still leaving me far from any sense that I might climax.

Holding the vibrator in place with his right hand, Diego wrapped the fingers of his left hand around my right wrist, perhaps feeling my racing pulse, then returned my gaze by looking into my eyes. He had a slightly dark complexion and round, muscular arms, dark hair, maybe mid-30s in age, and the erection that seemed to maintain full hardness at all times.

"I am looking forward to fucking you" were the only words that he said to me, before looking back down at the vibrator and moving it around again in small circles.

After a minute or so, he stopped the vibrator and stepped back. The door reopened and to my surprise once again, Lydia walked in completely naked, Brian following her with only his shirt on, beneath which was visible a rigid erection. Geez, these people, I thought.

As I stood still squirming on my impaling dildo, Lydia walked gracefully toward me and then moved onto her hands and knees on a small mat in the middle of the room, her eyes facing the wall to my right and the right side of her body visible to me. Her figure was almost impossibly lovely, with toned, smooth, slightly shiny skin, angular curves, and perfectly firm breasts that hung down as she arched her back, displaying her flared hips and ample but tight ass. Brian moved in front of her and placed his penis in her mouth, while Diego moved behind her and started to press his thick penis into her vagina. They soon achieved a rhythmic thrusting at both ends, Lydia producing melodic but muffled little moans as she gracefully sucked her husband, smoothly taking his entire penis into her mouth on his inward strokes that seemed to be synchronized with Diego's thrusts of his bare cock into her pussy. I might have been flattered that they seemed to be putting on this show specifically for me, but my main thoughts were still about the discomfort of the dildo pressing at my cervix and at that moment I would have gladly switched places with Lydia.

The two men fucked Lydia at both ends like that for maybe a couple of minutes before they pulled out, at which point she calmly stood up and walked over to me. She stood in front of me for a moment, her body remarkably statuesque, a couple of inches taller than me, her face very beautiful and with very smooth skin despite her being about 40 or so from my best guess. She saw me squirming and pressing up and down on my toes, and then in a surprisingly warm and friendly voice, said, "Oh, we need to make you more comfortable on this." She loosened the telescoping pole with the small tool that Christina had left next to the device, and then moved the pole and dildo down about an inch or two before tightening it again. Although the dildo was still inserted in me, I could stand flat footed without it pressing too deep now, which was very much a relief.

"Better?" smiling warmly at me.

I nodded, and Lydia removed the tape from my mouth. She then leaned close and kissed me, her tongue moving into my mouth and gliding gently against mine. I had not especially enjoyed kissing Maria previously, but with Lydia all of my senses seemed to tingle at once. Her skin and hair had a fresh, pleasant, sexy smell that infused my nostrils with my mouth filled; her tongue and mouth tasted clean and felt soft as she mostly rubbed just the tip of my tongue; and the nipples of her beautiful breasts brushed softly over my upper chest as she leaned in to kiss, their light touch sending a jolt of excitement through me. I actually started to bend my knees up and down a little, subtly fucking myself on the dildo as she kissed me, highly aroused for the first time since my arrival. Maybe they had primed me just right--the discomfort of the deep impaling producing more intense pleasure by contrast, the sight of Diego's large penis, the vibrator against my clitoris, and the visual stimulus of the threesome in front of me--but when Lydia stepped back from kissing me, her face seemed to glow and at that moment I had an intense desire to have sex with her.

She placed her hands on my hips, smiled warmly again, and said in a friendly, feminine, tone, "I really hope you will be our sex pet."

When she stepped away, Brian took her place and also kissed me, rubbing his tongue against mine. He then moved behind me, his hands on my hips, the tip of his cock resting against my lower back. As he stood there, Diego moved up and kissed me deeply, his thick cock pressed against my abdomen, wet with Lydia's vaginal fluids and still completely rigid.

Diego stepped back after a few seconds and Brian moved back in front of me and placed the black tape over my mouth again. My pussy was soaking wet at this point, and I felt almost dizzy with arousal.

Brian smiled at me. "We are going to go attend to your friend Judith for a bit, but Christina will be back for you soon." Then, all three of them left the room, leaving me still impaled, my hands fastened behind my back, and the tape covering my mouth.

'Damn,' I thought to myself, 'maybe they will break me.'