Taken by Surprise

The air in the club was thick and smoky and the young supple bodies wove in and out of the swirling light in front of him. He had decided to go looking for company tonight and it looked like he had come to the right place. It seemed that every babe in the club was a potential Miss World candidate.

He walked over to the bar and took a stool next to a blonde girl who looked to be in her mid-twenties. She was sitting with a brunette friend who was roughly the same age.
“Can I buy you ladies a drink?’ he asked hopefully.
The girls looked at one another and giggled. “Sure,” said the brunette with a captivating grin, “but only if you introduce yourself first.”
“I’m Terry,” he smiled.
“I’m Alejandra,” she replied in her low sexy voice, “and this is Elizabeth, but you can just call us Ali and Liz.”
She looked at Liz with a raised eyebrow and Liz nodded her assent with a wink.

Terry ordered their drinks and cast an appreciative eye over the pair. There was no doubt about it - these two were beauties. Ali was about five foot seven with shoulder-length black hair and smouldering eyes that almost but not quite distracted attention from her perfectly formed breasts with pert small nipples that pushed through the silk of her white blouse. She also possessed a perfect ass and shapely tan thighs that swelled and flared under her black skirt. Liz was at least six foot tall with long tresses of champagne blonde hair that reached halfway down the shapely curve of her back. Terry couldn’t believe his luck and, apparently, neither could the other men in the club that were staring enviously at them.

The three began chatting and as the evening wore on, they became more and more tipsy. Terry always seemed to end up with the stronger drinks at the girls’ insistence and by midnight, he was quite drunk.
“Terry, there is no way you can drive like that,” said Liz. “We’d better take you home with us.”
Terry was only too willing, considering this was the sole purpose of his visit to the club. He grinned lopsidedly as the two girls helped him up and walked him out of the club to their car outside.

They were both quiet on the journey home, Terry seated between them in the front seat of their pickup.
"Where did you leave your car, Terry?" Ali asked from the driver's side.
"Oh, I came by taxi," he slurred.
The two girls exchanged meaningful glances as Terry looked contentedly at the road ahead with his slightly glazed eyes. Ali winked at Liz, who winked back with a wide grin, both girls seemingly very happy with the way things were going.

Within fifteen minutes they had arrived at the girls' place. Terry was impressed.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, taking in the huge property with the mile-long driveway leading up to the house. The place was enormous and, even in his blurred state, Terry figured it had to have at least fifteen bedrooms.
"Who lives here?" he asked.
"Just the two of us," replied Liz. "We like to have plenty of space."
The car rolled to a stop on the gravel driveway by the front door and the girls helped Terry out of the car. They walked him through the front door into what looked like a marble reception area and guided him through the archway at the opposite end into a large lounge, furnished with soft leather couches. They pushed him onto a couch and Terry reclined gratefully, his head spinning with the effect of way too much alcohol in his system.
"Relax, sweetheart," said Ali. "We need to freshen up and we'll be right back."
Terry slumped back and closed his eyes, content to wait for the girls and still congratulating himself silently on his stroke of good fortune as he drifted slowly off to sleep.

Within fifteen minutes, the girls were back, both of them wearing all black – black silk teddies, black suspenders and stockings and black brassieres. The girls had donned stiletto high heels by Manolo Blahnik and both of them looked every bit the dominant sex siren. Unfortunately, Terry was oblivious to all of this, as he lay snoring soundly on the big leather couch.
"Do you think we should show our guest his sleeping quarters?" quipped Ali.
"Good idea," said Liz. "I think he'll be most comfortable in the downstairs guest bedroom."
Both girls laughed and they propped Terry up between them and headed downstairs, maneuvering him carefully down to the thick wooden door at the foot of the stairwell…

* * *

When Terry came to, he was completely disorientated. He was no longer on the comfortable leather couch, but in a dark room with no windows and dim red lights burning in the corners. Mirrors surrounded the room and in the center was a large wooden bench. It was on this bench that Terry found himself securely bound, facing the ceiling with his head firmly locked in place by some sort of box with a hole in the center, through which his face protruded.

He was completely naked save for a latex mask in which his head was encased. The mask had a mouth hole as the only opening and tapered snugly around his neck, completely airtight except for the one breathing hole. He could see through clear plastic slits in the mask above his eyes and his mouth was wedged open painfully with an enormous locking ring gag, held in place by thick leather straps. The gag was unusual in that it had a thread tapped into the inner rim that he could feel when he extended his tongue through it. His torso and hips were held to the bench by three thick straps and his arms and legs were shackled together below the bench and attached to a solid iron bar. He was securely bound with no chance of escape - as he discovered when he attempted to get up, unable to move a muscle in his captive body.

“I see our guest has woken up,” murmured Liz.
Ali smiled and the girls moved to stand either side of Terry’s head, their suspender-clad thighs level with his cheeks. He was enraged at the way these beauties had kidnapped him, but wasn’t in a position to do much about it.

"Terry honey," purred Liz, "we decided that, seeing as you like more than one girl, we'd bring another friend to the party."
"I believe you know Jennifer," she grinned, pointing to the opposite wall where a pretty young brunette stood spread-eagled in handcuffs and irons, naked with a ball gag protruding from her mouth.
"We went and fetched her from the home address on your driver's license while you were sleeping."
Terry's mind began racing. Now he knew he was in serious shit. Jennifer was his fiancée and she was not looking very happy at all! He was trying to figure out how they had kidnapped her when his thoughts were interrupted.

“Terry, there are twelve cameras in this room,” said Ali. “Tonight they will record a special show, and we’ve decided to make you the star!”
With that she reached down and stroked his latex-encased brow as Liz pulled out a hollow nine-inch dildo with rows of air holes drilled up its length and proceeded to screw the base into his gag until it sealed against the rim and he was breathing raggedly through the dildo. As Liz was doing this, Ali explained, “we make the money to keep this place by making one video a year and selling it to our exclusive private clientele. You won’t believe the kind of money people will pay to see two girls like us abuse and degrade a man terminally in the most imaginative way we can think up!”

Terry began shaking like a leaf and crying like a baby through the dildo in his mouth. He had no doubt that what Ali was saying was true and he babbled incoherently, trying to plead for his life. Jennifer was also squealing through her gag against the wall. Liz reached down between her legs and stroked herself gently, concentrating on the sounds of Terry’s whining pleas for mercy with her eyes closed, thinking at the same time of what lay ahead for their victims. She took off her teddy and bra, slowly and seductively, stripping for the cameras and then leaned over Terry’s face so he could see the beginnings of her neatly shaven pelvic bone that flowed into her taut, tan stomach topped with her large, hard-nippled breasts. She straddled the box where his head was locked down and began lightly brushing the latex outline of his nose with her pussy, his whimpering and moaning making her moist as her sexy ass glided gently back and forth in front of his eyes.

Once she was completely aroused, her nipples forming hard brown points and her nether regions filled with liquid heat, she raised herself up from Terry's face and moved forward slightly. She reached down with her right hand and gently parted her lips with her fingers, displaying the slick pink moisture for Terry to see. His cock began hardening even as he wailed louder through the dildo perforations. Liz slid forward and with a sigh, covered just the tip of the dildo with her aching pussy, sliding her lips just halfway over the tip. She stayed there, motionless, feeling his screams vibrate the dildo against the edges of her labia and clitoris. While Liz stayed poised in her position above Terry's face, Ali climbed onto the bench, straddling his heaving chest and letting her gorgeous behind subside onto him, her hands straying gently to his rubberised neck where the edges of the box locked him in. Ali's hot, shaven snatch brushed against Terry's bare skin, leaving little viscous patches of evidence where she touched him. She leaned forward slightly and began lapping gently at Liz's erect nipples, teasing them and nudging them with her full lower lip to enhance the pleasure Liz was experiencing, her thin line of pubic hair stroking Terry's breastbone.

Liz couldn't help herself. She had wanted to stay there for minutes, savouring Terry's fear, but she was just too turned on. She stared at Jennifer's silently weeping form as her hips began moving wantonly in small circles, creating a slick rim of white foam around her connection with the dildo. She began lowering herself towards Terry's captive face, a fraction of an inch at a time. Her thigh muscles were quivering of their own accord, desperate to give up the fight and let gravity do the work. Everything was whirring into one huge flurry in her mind; Terrys screaming, Ali's soft oral caresses on her breasts, Jennifer's sobs, the rising tide in her cunt...she pushed down with her hips in tremors, gradually sliding two or three inches lower, covering all but one of Terry's breathing holes with her slippery, contracting snatch.

This was the moment – she knew it. This was when Terry would finally REALISE the gravity of his situation. He did understand the math of it all, but he didn't REALISE that it would all be over for him before the night was through. She threw her head back and her long blonde hair cascaded over her buttocks, swinging in front of her anus before Terry's panic stricken eyes.
"OH...OH..." she subsided onto the final inch, "FUCK!" Terry's screams silenced suddenly, "IT'S..." her pussy lips gladly sliding down to lock against Terry's gagged mouth, "IT'S SOOO F...F...FUCKING GOOD, TERRY!" She began humping the dildo with a slow circular grind, never losing contact with Terry's head, her thighs gripping the edges of his prison tightly. The rubber cock was deep inside her and his desperate struggles for breath caused a continual suction against her inner vulva from the tiny breathing holes buried in her lathering pussy. Every muscle in his body was straining uselessly against the bonds as he struggled desperately under the two goddesses.

Ali's fingers closed around his neck, not playfully this time, and she rubbed herself against his tensed chest muscles, watching her friend whip herself up into a frenzy on this poor bastard's face. Liz humped harder and harder against Terry's face, her spasmodic fucking movements intensifying as his struggles weakened. She saw that he was on the edge and, imagining the feeling of helplessness and panic in her latex-encased victim, she came in huge bursts, shuddering on his supine form. He finally passed out helplessly under her pumping hips. The last thing he saw as the fuzziness overtook him was Liz's buttocks clenching at his face in spasms and her asshole rubbing against his latex nose.

As soon as Liz's orgasm was finished she lifted off Terry and Ali let go of his neck. He twitched briefly and then inhaled, screaming as he woke up. Ali looked at the slick, wet dildo, coated with Liz's fluids, and grinned, pushing Liz out of the way so she could have her turn. She climbed onto Terry's screaming head and, in one fluid movement, slid her throbbing cunt down the dildo, facing him, so she could look into his fearful eyes as her pussy lips covered the last holes. Terry stared up in horror at Ali's cruel smile that was framed above her rock-hard nipples. He tried to scream and beg, muffled sounds vibrating out of her wet connection with the dildo as her butt slapped repeatedly against his chin. She fucked him hard, knowing he wouldn't last long this time. She needn't have worried. She was so turned on from watching Liz come in his face that her orgasm built at an incredible speed. She leaned forward, placing her hands on Terry's head and stared at him, fucking him, waiting for the moment. His eyes began to glaze over from Anoxia and she came hard, her back arching and her legs kicking out straight and shaking as she completely lost control, shuddering on top of his dildo-mouth. She carried on staring straight into his eyes as she came again and again, impaled on his face, her copious flow of juices running into the holes and flooding his tongue. She pulled off him with a jerk and Liz quickly began unscrewing the sodden dildo, slapping his rubber cheeks to revive him.

Jennifer the fiancée was screaming like a banshee. As Liz freed the dildo from Terry's mouth, Ali staggered across to Jennifer and slapped her hard in the face.
"Listen bitch, she panted. "If you don't shut up, you'll be next in that box."
Jennifer stifled her cries and sobbed silently as she stared at her fiancé's tortured body.

Terry was incapable of screams now and could only moan softly through Ali's fluids sticking to the roof of his mouth as he came back from the edge. His vision cleared and he found himself staring up at Liz's gorgeous pussy again, her arms squeezing her perfect breasts together above him as she softly fingered her lips. He groaned softly, his head aching from the lack of breath and his muscles feeling strained and weary from the constant struggling. Liz brought her pussy back a few inches so it hovered directly over his mouth.

"Lick me, sweetheart" she said, "I need to come more."

Fearing what could happen if he didn't, he hesitantly extended his tongue upwards to meet the swollen clitoris. Liz stayed where she was, allowing him just enough space to lick her through the gag and still breathe. After a minute or so of pussy licking, Terry began to relax and his cock grew again as he tasted the salted honey of her arousal. Ali straddled his hips and expertly guided his cock into herself, working her inner muscles on him, her tan flesh rocking enticingly against his hips. Liz saw his eyes clearing with a mixture of confidence and lust. She knew that he was thinking it was all just a game and he wasn't really in that much trouble after all, getting to enjoy his evening's conquest at last.

"OK, Terry. We're going to play a game," murmured Liz. "I'm going to sit on your face now, and you have to get your tongue as far inside me as you possibly can. When you can't hold your breath any more, you give Ali three short thrusts, then she'll touch me on the shoulder and I'll let you have a breath, understand?"

"Oh, huh," came the nervous muffled affirmative through the gag, causing Jennifer to wince in pain against the wall, stopping herself from crying out for fear of being hit again.

Liz lowered her weight onto him, tossing her head back in pleasure as his tongue slid deep into her pulsing vagina. She began fucking his face, the O-ring stimulating her lips and clit as the tongue fluttered and searched through her soft pink nerve-endings. She undulated like this for about thirty seconds before Terry began to panic again. He couldn't breathe and he needed to desperately. His hips were bound tightly to the bench, but he managed to flex his buttocks and thrust his cock upwards three times into Ali's tight, grasping cunt. Liz lifted slightly and he gratefully snatched a breath from under her. He barely had time to take a second breath before the wetness engulfed him again and he had to thrust his tongue out.

Liz was so wet that she could barely feel the tongue through all the fluid, her thighs tensing as she went a level higher on Terry's mouth. She rode him ecstatically, abandoning herself to the sensations. She gave Jennifer a sultry look as she pushed down harder gripping the box with her thighs, her stilettos rising from the ground and digging into Terry's shoulders. She felt the touch from Ali and smiled down at Terry, fucking him harder. She felt, electrically rather than physically, the instant panic course through him, his lungs sucking desperately for breath drawing her swollen lips into the vacuum of his mouth. She stayed right where she was, his struggles translating into excitement that tugged violently at her loins. Suddenly she lifted and there was a rush of wind against her inner thighs as Terry gasped for air, breathing urgently in and out like a steam train, choking slightly on the thick strings of her cum that connected her pussy to his mouth in several places.

As Terry took another breath to beg for mercy, Liz pushed down once more, digging her heels hard into his shoulders and humping wildly against his mouth. His tongue slid inside again and she began quivering and trembling above him, working closer and closer to her urgent release. Her head began to shake from side to side, her hair flying around her shoulders, beads of sweat glistening on her brow.

1-2-3, Terry thrust into Ali's dribbling centre...nothing, 1-2-3, 1-2-3. Liz pumped and moaned above him, Ali's hands locked onto Liz's hips, holding her steady so she didn't slide from his mouth in her erotic fury. 1-2-3, 1-2...3, 1-2... Terry was fast losing his strength, but the combination of his thrusts and Ali's vigorous fucking movements had him on the brink of orgasm. Liz let out a howl and clamped down hard against him, her hands grabbing his throat behind her, forcing his tongue out. She shook twice in an enormous Elvis-like hip movement and her questing pussy contracted and flowered on Terry's distended tongue. She remained frozen tense and straining above his struggling form for what seemed like the end of the world, then her spine whipped down hard, lashing her orgasm deep into his mouth, her cunt ballooning open and forcing his tongue backwards. A hot stream of golden fluid gushed from between her spastically fluttering lips and filled his mouth and throat, her body thrashing and bucking madly on top of him. His cock spurted deep inside Ali as she struggled to pin Liz's lunatic form to the box and keep her from losing contact with their victim. Terry tried desperately to swallow the fountain erupting from Liz's core, his cock still spraying a non-stop stream of semen up into Ali's orgasming vulva. Multiple climaxes overtook Liz and splats of her cum squirted against the back of his throat as his tortured lungs began to demand a breath, betraying his brain that was telling them to hold out. Seeing he was about to drown, Liz pulled off him, still shaking and trembling. Terry swallowed desperately and took a huge heaving breath, letting sweet air into his pain-racked chest.

Liz quivered above him, stroking her swollen clitoris. He was howling in fear below her swollen sex as she inched her way forward, stroking herself to a frenzy, her legs giving way slightly as she positioned her asshole above his screaming wide open mouth. She stopped fingering her swollen pussy for a moment and reached behind herself, pulling her cheeks apart to allow access to his mouth. Her cheeks slid slowly against his face, guiding her asshole down onto his mouth, then his screams were silenced as she sat firmly on his face.

“Lick it!” she ordered. “Lick it or you’re dead this time, shithead!”

He wearily extended his tongue against her asshole, lapping at her rear entrance with the point. Her finger came down between his eyes and began caressing her distended clit gain. The sight of her terrible beauty towering above him framed by her sex, combined with Ali’s unrelenting grip on his penis, made him slowly grow into the sheath that held him again. Liz’s entrance opened on his trapped mouth, allowing his tongue to penetrate deep inside, her hips grinding against his face in slow movements. Her juices trickled down over her groping fingers, pooling above his eye slits, visible evidence for him that she was far from sated. Her asshole gripped his tongue, clenching and loosening, sucking his tongue in deeper and gripping it painfully. He tried to pull his tongue out and breath, but her ass gripped him tightly, locking him deep in her butt. Ali felt his renewed struggles, his will to live taking over even as his cock betrayed him by stiffening deep inside the cunt that held it captive.

Liz’s asshole contracted twice and something hot, soft and wet pushed down against his tongue. Realising, he struggled madly to free himself, but Liz kept her grip on his head as her warm shit flowed slowly down towards his straining, open mouth. Suddenly, her asshole relaxed, expelling his tongue and forcing a steady stream of brown sludge into his silently screaming mouth. She came hard above him, shaking in repetitive orgasms as she began squirting long liquid blasts of shit into his ring gag and down his throat.

Liz saw his eyes open wide in shock and she clamped even harder against him, her knuckles turning white with effort. His lungs gave in and he took a deep breath, her liquid shit and cum streaming deeply into him, making a loud gurgling sound in his throat as his system attempted to cough it all up against her tight seal. Impossibly, Liz came again, pumping the fluids hard into him, staring intently into his eyes, his dimming force making this last orgasm the best of all for her as she shuddered to a final grinding halt atop the lifeless form of their victim.