Duty bound, p.9
Duty Bound, page 9
Unaware that both men were watching her with similar bulges in their trousers, Rusty felt anything but sexy as she stood with her hands behind her back, trembling with excitement and unaccountably perspiring, waiting for permission to start. Wearing only the helmet, socks, shoes and the rope coils that bulged from her waist, she stood on the fine summer’s evening with perspiration dripping from her fiery-copper, pubic bush. Her bare skin burned and took on a silky pink sheen as the men discussed her in hushed tones.
Something that Jake was only now, at this late stage, aware of was the fact that to make it more difficult for a girl who was accomplished at the sport, Hilton had brought a little toy along with him that he demonstrated slyly.
“I’m sorry, Mr Hilton, but I really can’t allow it!” Jake informed the wealthy businessman as he examined the device Charles handed him.
“Don’t be absurd, man. It’s only a butt plug.”
“Well, not unless she’s properly kitted-out,” he qualified as he turned the thing over in his hands, imagining with more relish than he cared to admit where it would lodge.
Although Charles did not raise his voice and was polite throughout, there was a contempt underlining his words when he replied, though Jake was not altogether sure whether the scorn was aimed at Rusty or Jake himself.
“She’s got the clips……”
“Carabiners,” Jake corrected.
Charles sneered as he continued. “A helmet. And boots. The bitch won’t need anything else, Mr Morgan.”
“Yeah, yeah, and the rope. But apart from that she’s stark fucking naked!”
“I don’t see your objection. She’s a fine specimen, don’t you think?’
Jake had always considered her to be eye candy in the extreme. But it was the first time he had ever seen her like this.
“Besides, you agreed readily enough to my conditions when I first made the request.”
“But I didn’t know about the fucking plug!” Jake looked over to where Rusty stood patiently waiting, her helmeted head bowed, her booted feet apart and her hands…..without gloves……behind her back. It was true that when the man in the suit had first made contact with the instructor, he had been intrigued by the idea of her abseiling naked. To find out who he was dealing with, while Jake had initially had him on the phone, he had stalled for time before committing fully to do his own quick Google search and, once he had discovered that the man was the wealthy, womanising director of some mega company, he had stopped reading. After all, if he was wealthy and was prepared to pay over the odds, it was good enough for Jake who reasoned that it could only benefit his strapped-for-cash activity centre. But now that the moment was upon them, Jake was having misgivings. Rusty’s concentration was bound to be hampered by the two inch long plug. Especially if she was not used to it as Hilton maintained smugly. And to cap it all, he was not happy at the way the bastard referred to her!
Charles nodded his head in Rusty’s direction and again, there was the derision. “When I rang and explained what I had in mind for the little tart, you couldn’t have been more helpful. I made no secret of her identity, Mr Morgan. Don’t forget that it was you who chose the location! ‘Nice and blowy up there,’ you said, ‘give her something to think about,’ though it seems you rather let me down on that point. And you were not shy in pointing mentioning the rock falls and hostility of the cove.”
“But it’s a long way down. Look, it’s getting late, and you seem to forget she’s got to climb all the way back up again, bearing in mind that it’s a long, arduous climb in the very best conditions and it could well be hours from now…. and pitch dark…..before she makes it back to the top. So how do you propose we get her back up?”
“No problem. I’ve come prepared.” Slipping his hand in a jacket pocket, Charles took out his mobile and made a call. “Stratton. Bring the winch.”
Registering Jake’s dismay as he ended the call, Charles replaced his mobile and continued. “While we’re waiting for my driver, perhaps we should give her something to occupy her.” For the first time, he raised his voice as he summoned her, his voice cutting through the still evening air. “Get over here now, Bitch!”
Jake was stunned by her immediate response as she hurried over to where they were standing. But he was even more stunned by the meek way she presented herself, as if she were waiting for some kind of permission to move. With the rope coiled ready for use, she stood directly in front of Charles, with her hands crossed behind her. Then with a slow, sexy and slightly mischievous smile, she addressed him.
“Yes, Sir?”
The instructor shook his head, still unwilling to accept her explanation for why she addressed the man she claimed was her lover in such deferential terms. More unbelievable still was what happened next.
“Open your legs, Caroline. I want to explore your cunt before your descent.”
As directed and without hesitation she opened her legs.
“Wider.”
Her face was flaming as she moved them further apart.
“Before I touch you, I want you to frig yourself. Make you’re wet for me.”
As Jake’s unease grew, he could not help his own smugness when something inside her seem to snap and she reacted in the way he would have expected her to.
“No way! Get lost!”
“And you were doing so well,” Charles sighed. “I warn you, don’t make me angry, Caroline. Just do it, and I’ll overlook your disobedience.”
A pleading tone that crept into her voice when she answered him.
“Please! N…..not here, Sir. I…..I….I’ll do anything…….anything you ask, Sir…..”
“That’s what we’re here to determine. I won’t tell you again.”
Jake looked on with a combination of amazement and disgust, though he could not deny his own arousal. He told himself that he should land a couple of punches on the mad sleazeball, yet the stirrings of his cock in his pants as he watched her slavishly obey the command and slip her slender finger down to her quim was enough to check him. Reviling himself for not putting a stop to her humiliation as her finger parted her glorious pubes then disappeared inside, his gaze was riveted to the apex of her thighs. The light glinted on her helmet as she lowered her head and with deep concentration, she frigged herself furiously with one hand while keeping the other one behind her back.
Of course, everything sleaze-in-a-suit said was true, he thought as his own hand strayed to the front of his jeans. Cupping it over the hardened bulge, he could not deny that in a secret corner of his mind, he had fantasised many times about the lovely, innocent faced but racy Rusty yielding obediently to his secret desires. Enchanted by this new side to the girl he considered his friend, Jake found himself unable to do anything but watch and wait and the scene unfolded.
The change within him was a gradual one. Forming the opinion that only a slut would allow herself to be so humiliated, he, with a developing, secret admiration for Charles, saw her as he did; shame beautified her, and suited her, too. As his own lust increased and he frantically rubbed his bulge through his trousers, he lost all sense of time as he watched her lewdly obeying her Master’s commands.
But it was not until another man approached carrying a heavy duty winch that Charles issued his next command.
“Stop!”
She stopped immediately and withdrew her finger. Without being told to she held it up for him to see . He made her show Jake, as the man called Stratton set down the winch, then while keeping a respectful distance Charles slipped his own finger inside her.
“Let me test how wet you are.” After an exploratory stir that clearly aroused her and satisfied him, Charles said affably in a tone and volume that was clearly meant to shame her as he continued to stir up her woman sap, “Listen to that squelching, gentlemen. It really doesn’t take much at all to get this slut wet! It would be quite amusing if it were not so filthy. Still, it would be a shame to waste such juiciness, so would you mind assisting me in a little experiment?”
“Anything I can do to help,” Jake said huskily as he stepped forward.
“Stratton, tie her hands, please.”
Jake watched him withdraw his finger and when Charles also held it up for him to see, he smiled at how shiny it was. He did not object when Stratton stepped up behind her and bound her hands but found himself hoping he would tie them tight enough to prevent her pulling free. When Stratton took a step back to show that his task was completed, Jake noticed how it made her already prominent breasts stick out even more. He delighted in how stiff and dark her nipples had grown despite the shame which coloured her features so sweetly. Charles placed his hand on her helmet and pushed her down to her knees on the wet grass. He placed a firm finger beneath her chin and tilted it upward.
“Open your mouth, Caroline. Mr Morgan?”
Jake did not wait for a formal invitation. Hastily he unfastened his fly, withdrew his cock from his pants, and holding the back of her helmet in one hand he roughly drew her head toward him and at the same time thrust his throbbing phallus into her sweetly compliant mouth. As her lips closed around its engorged hardness, he did not concern himself with whether or not she was doing it through choice just as he did not care that she was unable to push him away. If anything, the limitations forced on her by her restricted condition both added to her charm and increased his lust as he drove his shaft toward the back of her throat.
Although she had always considered herself something of an expert since she had given head more times than she could remember, her throat was sadly unconditioned to such rough treatment. It was the last thing she had expected from a man she considered her friend and had trusted with her life on more than one occasion, and with the added shame of Stratton’s lustful gaze turned upon her, with her skin turning an even deeper shade she gagged hopelessly on Jake’s rigid shaft as she was forced to perform public fellatio. At the same time she had no choice but to yield to the brutal handling with which Charles attended to her breasts, her nipples in particular coming under painful attack as they were twisted so viciously that it brought tears to her eyes.
But Jake was too far gone down the road to climax to object to Charles’ orchestration as he said, “Don’t let her swallow it! That’s a reward she doesn’t deserve. Let her have it between the eyes!”
She was taken aback that Jake, taking him quite literally, withdrew and she just had time to close her eyes as hot fountains of spunk hit her forehead and eyelids. It cooled almost instantly on her hot skin and squeezed into the corners of her eyes, making them sting. Rivers of the gloopy liquid ran down her nose and cheeks.
“You see, she really is nothing but a filthy bitch after all,” Charles announced contemptuously as, still holding onto her nipples, he pulled her up to her feet.
She felt fingers touch her hand as Stratton released her from her bondage. With nothing to wipe away the spunk she used the backs of her hands, she saw Jake take a few steps back to reflect on his own lewd behaviour. She could only start to guess at how much his complicity in her maltreatment sickened him.
Ashamed, he gave her a furtive look. She was trembling and she knew that he misconstrued her need to orgasm as fear.
“One more thing, Caroline. Turn around and bend over.”
Sure that Charles was about to penetrate her from behind and finally fuck her to climax, without question she did as he asked. Adjusting her stance to steady herself, she thrust her backside up and toward him.
He took a tube from his pocket and as he unscrewed the cap he told her matter-of-factly, “It’s time you learnt something new, my dear.” With that, he squeezed out some gel.
She flinched and gave a little squeal as he smeared something cold over her anus. Too late she realised its purpose was to facilitate the breaching of her back entrance. Panicking, she made to get up, but Charles was ready for that.
“Stratton, hold her still.”
She felt two heavy hands on her back. And then there was the most god-awful discomfort she had ever known as something hard was pushed with megawatt pain into her nervously clenching, secret entrance.
“Aaaarghh!”
“Quiet! For God’s sake relax, and it will go in easier.” Again he pushed, smirking with delight to discover that he had finally found she had one hole that was still virgin. He gave one final push.
“Aaaarghh!” It felt as if her insides were being rent beyond repair.
It was only the flared base that stopped it disappearing completely. “Too much fuss! It’s only a small plug.”
It might be a small plug to him, she thought as the dreadful object lodged inside her made her feel uncomfortably full, but it felt like a broom handle to her! Never had she felt so dirty. The shame of having anything up there was bad enough, but the fact that she had been so publicly defiled made her realise for the very first time in her entire life that she was not bullet proof after all. Her vulnerability came as a shock to her and, overcome by a desire to expel the object, she bit her lip to stop herself from sobbing. After all, she had said she would do anything……but his next words filled her cold dread.
“It’s the best thing for you, will open you a bit before you take my cock up there. Now all we have to do is find some way of keeping it in because I’d hate to have to put your panties on. Stratton, did you bring the tape?” Looking up, he took the proffered reel of bondage tape from his driver and, wound it around her waist, then through her legs and stuck the end to itself at her stomach.
“Thank you, Stratton.” As Stratton removed his hands, Charles helped her upright. “Good girl Caroline. I know that was a trial for you, painful too, but for me it was a moment of pure joy. If you want to continue making me happy, you must appreciate that it’s only by your suffering that I’ll find pleasure and you want me to be happy, don’t you? Now, check your equipment again because it’s time for your descent, to prove once and for all that you will obey me in everything I ask. To earn my respect and the opportunity to serve me without question or complaint.”
Jake felt uneasy. Now that the moment was upon them and Rusty meekly checked her equipment one last time, he shook himself back to reality. Realising the full import of his hastily-made decision in agreeing to the nude descent with a butt plug up her arse, he wished there were some way to distance himself from the evening’s events and put his own despicable behaviour behind him. The thought of anything happening to the girl he had known for so long filled him with horror. He had to help her, defend herself against a man that would bring about her complete degradation.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t allow it!” he repeated at last.
For the first time, Charles glowered toward him. “I’ve paid handsomely for this event to take place, Mr Morgan. It will go ahead.”
With shame, Jake realised that the thought of anything happening to his extreme sports business filled him with an even greater horror. He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder toward the low-level building. “Look, it’s a bit late now. I’ve got the keys to the café so why don’t we all go back inside and discuss it?”
Seeing as there was no way to expel the plug without removing the tape, Rusty shifted her weight from one leg to the other as she tried in vain to settle the object more comfortably. She looked from one man to the other, with blood pounding in her veins and butterflies fluttering around her stomach. It was not entirely unpleasant and certainly was not unfamiliar given the frequency of her leisure pursuits, but usually she had a choice in the matter. Of course, in theory she still did; she could say she had changed her mind and just walk away. Except she did not want to because…. because to have to give up and walk away now would be a failure for which she could never forgive herself.
Waiting for permission was the worst part. She refused to dwell on what had just taken place, and wished the matter was settled once and for all. She found herself smiling at the thought of winning Charles’ praise and attention. The way he had congratulated her filled her pride. For a girl who was usually at ease with herself and confident in familiar surroundings, she was gripped by the altogether new feeling of existing entirely for the pleasure of someone other than herself which overrode the more normal exhilaration that accompanied her extreme sports.
As Stratton walked up behind her and attached the final rope that would allow him to electronically winch her back up, Charles took a roll of bank notes from his pocket. Addressing the instructor, he said, “Where’s the harm? We both know that she’s done this sort of thing many times before.”
“And so she has,” Jake eyed the bank notes with a glimmer in his eye, “but never naked. It’s not me, you understand. Personally, I love to see her naked. And the butt plug doesn’t seem to be too distracting for her. But it’s Health and Safety, see. They’d crucify me if she had an accident, close the activity centre down for good. I mean, what if she were to scrape herself on the rock-face?”
“Then she’d have remarkably scratched tits, my friend, and save me the trouble of flogging them.” Charles counted off a few notes, reached across and poked them in Jake’s breast pocket. When he did not refuse them, Charles told him unnecessarily to take as much care fastening the rope as he would under normal circumstances.
As Jake made the essential adjustments, Charles took the few steps across to where Rusty was peering down at the waves that crashed into the cove now that the tide was in. He slid his finger beneath her chin to tilt her head upward. Then he addressed her coldly. “Okay, bitch, remember that you’re doing this for me, not you. It’s my pleasure that counts, not yours. When you reach the bottom I’ll have Stratton operate the winch to haul you back up again.”
