Drugged Into Submission, page 8
Brooke was ashamed at what she had done since she was here, but she was still confused and trying hard to fit in with a lifestyle that she didn't understand. She only hoped that Keith would understand and forgive her. "You'll be home soon, and we can be together. I miss you so much and can't wait to have you next to me in bed at night."
They talked for five more minutes. Keith talking about London and what he was doing there. He didn't mention Elizabeth, the plant superintendent's secretary. A young, brash girl, Keith couldn't help but to look at her whenever he was in the office, especially the short miniskirts she wore or the tight sweaters. His cock was hard each time he saw her. "I have to go, Brooke. I will call you again in a few days. I love you and can't wait to get home to you."
"I miss you so much. I even have strange dreams, thinking of you in my bed at night. I can't wait for you to make love to me again."
That was the first time that Brooke ever talked about sex. Maybe the separation would do them both good. Maybe Brooke would be more amenable to some of the things that Keith would like to do to her. His cock was hard by the time he got off the phone. "Me, too," he said, as Elizabeth walked into the office. "I love you." He heard the click as she hung up.
"I see you miss your wife." Elizabeth stood at the doorway as Keith stood up.
"You heard me?'
"No, I can see the bulge in your pants." She smiled and walked out as Keith blushed.
* * * *
She hadn't noticed, but Hannah must have come into her room, a long dark blue dress hanging prominently on the closed door begging Brooke to wear it tonight. She felt so good after talking to Keith that she never thought twice about putting it on. The dress buttoned down the front all the way from the neck to the hem, a very short hem. She left the top two buttons open, even leaving off a bra, feeling particularly sexy after talking to Keith. She looked in the mirror and was astonished how radiant she looked, her face flushed, her bosom heaving up and down. She looked damn sexy and desirable. She forgot all about Stephen and the spanking.
She met Hannah just as she was walking into the living room.
"I'm glad you took my suggestion. You look radiant. Almost as if you just had an orgasm." Hannah looked at the young bride, licking her lips in excitement. I wish it were me that would enjoy the girl's mouth tonight. "One more button to tease the boys." She opened one more button on the dress and pulled it to the side, revealing a hint of two generous bare breasts. "Such a bad girl, Brooke. No bra. The boys will fawn all over you tonight."
It didn't even bother Brooke anymore about the sexual undertones of Hannah's words. Nothing could spoil her good mood. She looked down as Hannah unbuttoned another button on Brooke's dress and didn't even stop her as she pulled it open so that her deep cleavage was revealed. Brooke couldn't deny or understand why her nipple rose to erection. This was a woman touching her, not a man. "Is it too much?" She asked the question, but secretly, she was smiling inside. She liked the warm, sexy feeling that was coursing through her veins.
Brooke walked into the room, Stephen and Michael standing up as she did, their eyes drawn to the revealing dress she wore.
"Good evening, Brooke. You certainly look ravishing tonight." Stephen walked over to her, his hand around her waist, his eyes looking down at the lovely, young breasts presented so nicely to him. His hand slid lower, over the full cheeks of her butt. "I hope you're not too sore," he whispered in her ear so the others could not hear. "But I did enjoy it so much. We must do it again." His hand lingered for a moment longer before he pulled it away.
"Thank you," feeling as if she were the center of attention tonight. It didn't even bother that he ogled her bare breasts; in fact, she found her nipples staying hard at the leering gazes of the men on her. His hand rubbed her ass, Brooke reminded of the spanking he gave her. It only made the warm glow in her belly increase.
Charles brought her a drink. Michael moved next to her, Stephen on one side, Michael on the other. She took a sip of the drink, cooling her lips, feeling the warmth of the drink as it slowly flowed into her stomach.
"I was speaking to Keith just before you. He is doing excellent. We are all very proud of him." Michael's hand went around Brooke's waist. "I told him you are an excellent guest and you are starting to fit in." His hand slid a little lower until he felt the gentle swell of her buttocks. "And learning your place here." He squeezed one of her buttocks, feeling the muscles contract beneath his touch.
Hannah was watching Michael as he groped Brooke's ass, but she only smiled at Brooke. His hand roamed freely over her ass and Brooke let him, liking the attention she was receiving after being an outsider for so many days. Their sexual attention was arousing her. She finished her drink, Charles nearby with another as usual. The warm glow in her belly began to spread.
"Dinner is served, Master," Charles said rather formally.
Both men walked Brooke into the dining room, Brooke almost feeling bad for Hannah, deserted by her husband. Brooke's confidence and excitement grew.
"Sit next to me, Brooke." Stephen pulled out her chair, his eyes on her legs as her short skirt pulled up high when she sat down. She made no attempt to hide her naked legs and the sexy garter belt that was so provocatively revealed.
"Why don't you sit on that side, Hannah? I'll sit here next to Brooke." Michael sat down on the other side of Brooke, his eyes also focused on her lean, naked legs.
Dinner never tasted so good, but it was the men's attention that Brooke enjoyed. They continually talked to her, actually waiting for an answer as if she had something profound to say. Hannah didn't seem to be disappointed that Brooke was the center of attention, but nevertheless, Brooke felt a superiority that she never had since she came here. She knew she could be as good as they were. She was just learning what she had to do to fit in. If it took a little spanking or accepting a fondling hand, she could do that. In fact, she felt an excitement racing through her veins when they did things like that to her. She had three drinks by the time dinner was over, her head a bit fuzzy from the liquor and the attention of the men.
"Let's adjourn to the other room for a brandy." Stephen was already behind Brooke before she could even think about getting up.
She felt him behind her, his hand lifting her chin up so she was looking up at him, but his eyes weren't on her face but was leering down the open front of her dress. He pushed her head back farther until she felt her back arching, thrusting her half-naked breasts out for him to see. She could almost feel one breast falling out of her dress, but she submissively kept her hands at her sides as she let his eyes ogle her naked flesh.
"Young girls have such beautiful, firm flesh." He finally released her chin, pulling out her chair as she stood up.
His hand went around her waist, Brooke expecting, almost wanting, him to fondle her buttocks, but this time his hand slid up until she felt his hand cradle one of her near-naked breasts. His fingers instinctively found her nipple, the lightest touch sending the tip to a painful hardness.
"Yes, so firm," as Stephen's large hand grasped her breast and squeezed it.
They walked into the room, Stephen leaving her alone, as well as Michael. They sat across the room from her while Hannah came over and sat down on the large couch.
"The men don't want to disturb you with their cigar smoke, Brooke." Hannah waited until Charles brought them all brandies, Brooke's brandy special. Hannah could already see the glaze in her eyes, a light sheen of sweat on her skin as the potion worked its erotic magic on the young bride.
As Charles closed the door behind him, leaving them to their intimate privacy, Brooke turned to Hannah. "Do you have one of your cigarettes?"
Hannah reached over to the table and took out the silver cigarette case. She pulled out one of the hand-rolled cigarettes. "Do you like these, Brooke?"
"Yes and no. They make me feel so strange, but sometimes I panic and get scared of the feelings."
"You have to just accept it, Brooke. That is the way you should take life. Just accept the inevitable and you will get along just fine." Hannah put the cigarette between her lips, the silver lighter burning blue. She sucked in a deep breath of the harsh smoke, holding it for a moment in her mouth. She leaned over to Brooke, their lips touching, Hannah's tongue forcing Brooke's mouth open as she blew the smoke into her mouth. She heard her sucking in the smoke into her lungs, waiting until she was finished before her tongue explored the young bride's hot mouth. She found her tongue returning the touch, both of them dancing excitedly over each other before Hannah broke the kiss.
The smoke burned her throat, but Brooke held it deep into her lungs as the feelings began to rush over her body. She felt Hannah's tongue dash into her mouth, exploring her gums and cheeks before Brooke responded, feeling strange as another girl French kissed her so passionately. She blew out the smoke, Hannah already filling her lungs with the smoke as she passed the cigarette to Brooke.
"Look at the men watching us, Brooke. That turns me on when men do that. I imagine all the nasty things they want to do to me."
Brooke used to think it was obscene the way the men looked at her. After all, she was married; they shouldn't have those types of thoughts in their head. Lately though, her perception had changed. Men had evil thoughts about her and she secretly longed for them to force her to submit.
"Spread your legs for them, Brooke. They can't see much, but men have such perverse imaginations." Hannah touched Brooke's naked legs and wasn't surprised that she spread her legs until the short skirt prevented them from going any wider. "Yes, that's good, Brooke."
She couldn't believe that she had spread her legs and the men were looking up under her dress, but so had Hannah, the men smoking their cigars and talking, but their eyes were burning their way up under her dress and onto her crotch. She felt so sinful and evil, teasing them this way. Brooke put her drink down, settling back into the deep cushions of the couch and closed her eyes. She never felt Stephen as he sat next to her on the other side. All of the afternoon came back into her head like an erotic puzzle. First, there was Gino and the way he made her spread herself intimately open for the cruel stabbing thorns of the rose stems. Then there was the movie that Stephen had watched and Brooke had peeked at secretly. A young girl, just like Brooke, was put on display and was forced to take a cock in her mouth and pleasure the man until he spilled his seed into her mouth. Not only one, but three, all virile males, her mouth and tongue filled continuously with their demanding cocks, the girl knowing that she would not be finished with one until she drank their seed and then another would be waiting for her sweet mouth to arouse his pleasure.
Caught in the act by Stephen, forced to shed her skirt, he bound her over a chair, her ass thrust up provocatively in the air, but it was the way he had bound her like an errant sex slave, Brooke unable to stop him as he spanked her like a little girl. Was it all a sleepy fantasy or was it a vision of what I desire? She could feel the fuzzy way her head was feeling, her sex glowing with a strange warmth, her nipples pounding in unexpected hardness.
She laid there, feeling but not realizing that hands were touching her. Soft and gentle, they explored her body. One of her breasts was caressed and then pulled free of her dress, feeling the cool air blowing across her hardened nipple. Another hand found her spread legs, running up her naked thighs until she shuddered in unexpected pleasure when a large hand suddenly engulfed her sex and fingers dug into the flesh of her lips. She could only raise her ass up to give the hands freedom to explore all of her flesh. She was having another one of her erotic dreams, Brooke giving into the pleasure that she was feeling.
Stephen's strong fingers deftly stroked the torrid flesh of the young bride's firm tits, fingers tweaking her nipples into heated arousal as they swelled to his touch. His other hand found the hot flesh of her pussy, his hands finding the soft folds of her lips and stroking them until he felt the wet excitement of her secretions.
"I think she is ready, Hannah." Stephen got up and went back to the other side of the room, his cock jutting out obscenely in the front of his pants. Michael left the room.
"Brooke, are you awake?"
Brooke opened her drug-limp eyes, seeing Hannah next to her and Stephen on the other side of the room. She couldn't see Michael. She wished Keith were her, her body sexually glowing. "Yes," she managed to say. She sat up in the couch.
"Stephen told me he caught you peeking in his library as he watched a movie."
Brooke blushed, ashamed that she got caught. "Yes, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. What was the movie about?"
The images of the girl sucking different men's cock flashed through her brain again. "It was a girl."
"A blonde girl, like you, Brooke?"
"Yes, she was blonde but not like me," she protested
"Why not like you."
"She was doing nasty things. Lewd, terrible things."
"What nasty things, Brooke?"
"With men. Three of them."
"What did she do to the three men?"
"I can't say it. Evil, lewd things."
"You can tell me, I'm your friend." Hannah would make her tell what she saw.
"She was forced to kiss them."
"Where was she kissing them, Brooke?"
"She had their organs in her mouth. One at a time. They wouldn't leave her alone." She began to get a little frantic. It was terrible what they made the girl do.
"She wasn't kissing them, was she, Brooke. She was sucking them. She was sucking their cocks."
"Don't say that!"
"We're just two girls talking, Brooke. You can tell me. She was sucking him off, wasn't she?"
"Yeees, it was terrible." Brooke didn't want to talk about it, but Hannah persisted.
"Why was it terrible?"
"They were making her. Making her take their organs in her mouth."
"You mean their cocks, Brooke.
"Yes, their cocks," she blurted out.
"Have you ever done that before, Brooke? Maybe with Keith?"
"I couldn't do that, don't say that. It's dirty." She saw the way the girl's lips were forced open wide and their dirty cocks shoved into her mouth.
"A man likes a girl to suck his cock, Brooke."
"Not Keith," she protested.
"You just need to be forced, Brooke. Like the girl in the movie."
"She hated it," Brooke countered.
"At first she did. But you saw her, she could have pushed him away, but her hands stayed at her side."
She saw that, too, but she never fathomed why the girl didn't stop them. Three of them, one after another, each time she had to swallow the abundant cum that spewed into her mouth. How could she? "Keith wouldn't force me."
"No, he wouldn't, Brooke. But you like to be forced, don't you?"
"No, I never was," she protested.
"Didn't Stephen bend you over a chair and spank your naughty ass today? Didn't you like it when he tied your hands to the chair legs? He felt your soaking-wet pussy. You want to be treated that way, forced to perform for men. Men other than your husband. I can see that you're excited now. Your pussy is burning up."
"No, don't say that," her voice not so adamant any longer, the tingling in her loins aching for release.
"Stephen is undressing Brooke. Look over at him."
She should look away, but she couldn't, staring as Stephen took off his clothes. This must be some erotic dream; it couldn't be real. He pulled down his pants, her eyes glued to his shorts, a massive bulge pushing out the front. His shorts were next and out jutted his cock. It was big, bigger than Keith. Why were all men's cocks bigger than Keith's? The head was thick, Stephen's hand sliding up and down the shaft as it grew before her eyes. Turn away, Brooke, she urged herself to comply, but she couldn't draw her eyes away from his giant cock. "What's he doing?"
"I'm going over there and suck Stephen's cock. Right here in front of you. Michael's gone. You're going to watch me and learn. After I get him hard for you, you're going to take my place, Brooke. You're going to suck Stephen's cock."
She turned at Hannah, a shocked look on her face. "You can't; he's your father-in-law," she protested.
"I told you father and son are alike. They both are demanding of their women. Stephen made me suck his cock a week after my honeymoon. I had to kneel between his legs and suck his cock until he spewed his cum into my mouth, and then I had to swallow it all. I didn't want to, but he made me once a week until I came to expect it. As much as I hated it, I felt proud each time he came in my mouth that I could do such a thing to an important man like Stephen."
"I couldn't do such a thing," she protested, but her eyes were drawn to Stephen, his hand stroking his cock so obscenely in front of her as if she weren't watching. She looked up at his face, his glaring eyes staring into the depths of her soul. He was almost taunting her to defy him so he could discipline her again. Once he had her bound over the chair or some worse position, he could do anything he wanted of her. Including using her mouth for his pleasure. Was that Stephen in the movie? Was he one of the men that forced the young girl to suck his cock?
"You have no choice, Brooke. Stephen demands that you take him in your mouth. You're going to take his cock between those sweet, succulent lips and suck him. You'll bob your head up and down, taking him deeper with each thrust. Even if you gag on his cock, you won't pull away. Not until he is finished with you and he will only be finished when you suck him and he jets his hot, sticky cum into your mouth. You'll swallow all that he has to offer you, and then you'll lick his cock clean before you release if from your mouth."
Her mind was confused, her body on fire. She could see herself over on the other side of the room, her mouth wrapped around his cock, the salty taste of his cum filling her mouth as she sucked him properly. She couldn't do it, yet she knew she had to. Today she finally broke through and joined them. If she refused Stephen now, it would never be the same. It was a small price she had to pay for Keith to be successful with them. "Yeeess," her voice finally surrendering.
