Written By: Jenne
Alice tried to remember who had given her the key, and more importantly why? Why her, why now, and what room did it open? She glanced around, her surrounding not as familiar to her as she would have liked. Dark and foreboding was how her Father would have described it had he been here, which of course, he wasn’t.
Taking the key in her hand she began to try it in each of the door locks. Five doors later and she was about ready to give up. As she reached the sixth she sighed, convinced that it wouldn’t fit, it just didn’t look right but it slid right into the lock and turned like the well oiled machine that it actually was.
She stood back a little startled as the door began to clank. Clink, clank, clink, clank. If she’d thought this room was ominous it had nothing on the sounds that were now coming from the door. After what seemed like an eternity, the heavy and ornate door swung open and after summoning all her nerve Alice proceeded to enter.
The sounds that greeted her were as foreign as the sights that meet her eyes. She closed them tigthly and placed her hands over her ears hoping that as if by magic they would disappear but alas this was not the case. She opened one eye and surveyed the unfamiliar landscape once more. Dark skinned, and naked…
“Oh My!” the words left her bright red lips before the thought had entered her head. Each of the figures hairless heads turned to look at her and she felt cheeks flush red. After a brief glance each of the heads turned back and the owners continued with their tasks. It was then and only after some careful examination, Alice realized just exactly what they were doing. In pairs. With their naked bodies.
Carnal and pleasure, were the words that jumped into her head, as she watched one woman take a rather large, bulbous, and mushroom shaped head into mouth, devouring it as if it was her last supper. She observed the spectacle for a while before turning her attention to the other occupants of the room, as they paid her no heed. She could feel her eyes begin to bulge as they took in the sight of others indulging in the carnal pleasures of the flesh, the likes of which she had only read about.
Her own thighs began to dampen as she watched one particular man, who was lain on his back, his hands bound tightly above his head, with a beautiful young maiden on top of him. Her golden locks spilled over her pert breasts like moss grows on a tree, as she took her pleasure from her captive. Alice watched as she rode back and forth on his cock as if it were a thoroughbred, and judging from the sounds, she was enjoying the ride.
Her eyes focused on a dark corner of the room, and there she found a lonely figure in the gloom. At first glance he looked like a statue, his dark skin glowing with perspiration, but he began to move towards her. She wanted to flee, but instead she stayed, rooted to the spot. As he came closer her pulse quickened, her thighs dampened and her clit became engorged. No words were spoken, not needed as he stood over her, his eyes filled with lust, as were hers. Reaching forward he took the key from her, before he placed his hands on her wrists and before she knew it they were clad in iron cuffs that hung from the ceiling of the room. She should have been afraid but she wasn’t. Whether it was the sights and sounds that surrounded them, or the pure force that this man emitted she had no idea, and she really didn’t care.
She drank in the smell of him as he came closer. A heady m