It wasn’t just the cool night air that made me shiver as I stood there, arms suspended above my head and unable to do anything but wait for whatever Violet had planned, whimpering softly every time I heard a sound, whether it was the wind moving through the leaves of the oak tree or the cry of a bird of prey overhead. After a while I really was scared and my imagination began to go a little wild. Was she still here, watching me? What about Amber? Had they just left me here for some stranger to find me and have their way with me? Had Stewart really driven off? What would happen if someone I didn’t know found me? Would they free me? Or…

I stopped whimpering, thinking I heard a car engine. Panting softly, unable to get a good breath, hooded as I was. I held still, and silent for a moment, listening as it approached, the sound of tires rolling past, then doors opening and shutting. And voices. Talking, laughing. Men’s voices. And then they stopped.  All but one.

“This must be the place. And fuck me. Under that tree.”  

“Let’s take a look.”

And I was surrounded by silence once more. I’d been spotted. I’d been nervous before. Scared even. Now I was terrified. It had sounded like several men. Three or four? It was impossible to tell. I strained, listening intently for a clue as to what was going on. I heard footsteps approaching and let out a sob. They were getting closer. I was helpless if they decided to do anything.

I felt a hand on my bottom and jerked. Whoever it was started groping me through my panties. Teasingly at first and then more roughly, fingers pressing into the material of my underwear, into the soft flesh of my ass.

I wanted to ask who was there but it came out garbled and so soft that I doubted they could hear me, let alone understand me. It was eerie, not hearing their voices, just feeling their touch on my body through the thin barrier of my dress.   

I let out a shuddering moan as my tit was grabbed roughly and a thumb began to stroke my swollen nipple through the thin latex. I let out a muffled whimper as my panties were roughly pulled down around my thighs, exposing my dripping wet cunt.

Lust mixed with fear as I fought to free my arms, panicking as the bag was grabbed, forcing my head back so that, had I been able to see, I would have been staring up at the tree above me.

I let out another sob as my pussy was violated by fingers. Two of them at least, perhaps three. I felt them twisting into me, scissoring inside of me, stretching my cunt open.

I felt a mouth at my neck, teeth pressing into my flesh painfully. I screamed into the panties Violet had stuffed into my mouth as I felt the flesh breaking and trickles of warm blood.

“It’s okay, Jenny. Don’t fight it. Just let it happen.”

I recognized the voice whispering in my ear. Amber’s voice reassuring me as my fear subsided briefly.

Suddenly, I felt a pinch on my clit. I let out a sob of pain.

“Don’t worry. She likes it. Don’t you, Jenny?”

“Yes,” I answered, thankful that the panties in my mouth prevented anyone from hearing my answer, shame burning deep inside me at my admission. In the background, I heard the sound of another car engine, eventually followed by the slamming of doors.

“She belongs to you?” One of the guy’s voices, husky with lust.

“To my friend. She likes to share her toys with me, though. Want to help me get her down and bring her inside?”

I felt myself being manhandled. Lifted as my wrists were freed and then set on the ground, supported between two bodies, my legs shaking to much to keep me standing upright. I heard a click, and felt something being attached to my collar, fairly certain it was a leash. A moment later that was confirmed as I felt a tug urging me forward, my panties still down around my thighs, making it hard to walk. I began following her with no clue as to where I was being led. I faltered as I heard the tires of another car pulling up, quickly resuming as a sharp tug goaded me on.  

“Almost there, Jenny. We are going to have so much fun tonight.”

With the hood still on, I had no idea where ‘there’ was, although I guessed that it was inside the house. Either that or the stables I had seen earlier.

“Here. Let me help you with those.”

Violet’s voice. I felt my heart leap in my chest as my panties were pulled up, covering my cunt again, for what it was worth. And then the hood was removed, followed by the drool-soaked panties she had stuffed into my mouth, allowing me to suck in a huge breath of fresh air

“Thank you, Miss,” I said, stumbling over the words.

Now that I could see again, I looked around curiously. We were in the stable. The light was too dim too see very many details, but I could make out about half a dozen wooden stalls lining the walls, all of them empty. The gates were all closed, the lower half being sold wood and the upper half vertical metal bars. The floor was hard earth – or maybe clay – and was littered with dry straw and it had a high raftered ceiling. Against one wall was a long metal water trough. It appeared to be empty. Equipment hung on pegs on the wall, looking like it hadn’t seen much use lately. Tack, brides, rope, a lone saddle. And there was a table with a horse brush on it. And a pair of crops. I shivered when I spotted those.

And then there was the cage. A rectangular cage, the bars made of chrome. I stood about a foot off the floor on four short stubby legs. It looked like something you would keep a large dog in. Amber guided me closer to it, watching my face carefully as I got a good look.

One end was a hinged door. In the middle of the door at the front was another door about a foot square, set in the upper half of the main door. And there were circles in the bars on either side with cuffs, leather cuffs. I looked through the bars and saw some larger leather cuffs at the back of the cage, larger cuffs. 

“That’s for later, but I wanted you to get a good look. I wanted you to be thinking about it tonight.”

I felt myself blushing as she laughed. It wasn’t a pleasant-sounding laugh and it sent shivers up and down my spine. I felt a knot of apprehension bordering on fear growing in my stomach and around my heart. This had rocketed far past my comfort level and it felt out of control suddenly. Was I really going to be whored out tonight?  I felt a sudden longing for Violet. I Just wanted her to hold me and tell me I was her dirty girl…  

As if she read my mind, Amber spoke.

“Vee will be wondering what’s taking so long. Let’s go find her. She said something about wanting to take a look in the basement.”

She gave my leash a gentle tug, just enough to get my feet moving, and led me out a side door and towards the back of the house, entering through a sliding glass door.

I could hear noise inside. Voices, along with all the other sounds you would expect to hear as a house party was getting underway. I recalled what I’d overheard earlier. ‘She’ll make a good party favor,’ and paused halfway through the door, causing Amber to give my leash an impatient jerk.

“Don’t make me discipline you,” she said, her voice taking on a sharp edge.

 The dam of my emotions suddenly broke and tears began to run down my face.

And then, Amber surprised me. I figured she’d laugh at me or tell me to stop or slap me or something. Instead, she pulled me into her arms and held me, gently soothing my hair with her hands and kissing me softly.

“Too much, Jenny?”

I nodded. “I think so,” I managed, my voice shaky.

“How about I message her and maybe we can find someplace quiet to talk.”

Again, I simply nodded, taking comfort in her arms as she sent out a text.

“Thank you,” I murmured, a little embarrassed by my display.

Her response was a tender kiss that spoke volumes and didn’t stop until I heard Violet’s voice. Wordlessly, Amber passed me off to her.

“Overwhelmed? was her comment as I felt her arms slip protectively around me, kissing the tears from my cheeks as I clung to her, my tears renewed.

“Why don’t we find someplace quiet. We can talk. The three of us, if that’s alright with you?”

“You aren’t mad?” I asked, feeling pathetic.

“No, baby girl. I am not mad.”

We ended up in what looked like a guest room on a queen-sized bed, the door locked behind us for privacy, me propped up on a pillow between them, my vision a little blurry from all the tears I had shed, still wearing my scandalous transparent pink dress and matching panties.

I couldn’t help but notice how good they looked, now that I had calmed down a little. Amber was dressed in red leather. A corset and skirt and a pair of thigh-high boots. She looked menacingly gorgeous. It was Violet, though, who took my breath away. She was dressed in purple… violet, really. I smiled a little as I realized that. A pair of tight purple hot pants and a tight-fitting tank top. Purple Converse high tops finished off the ensemble. Okay, maybe not conventionally sexy but in the moment I thought she was the most beautiful thing in the world, especially with her arms around me and my head resting on her shoulder.

“Better?”

“I think so?”

“Too much?”

“I think so.”

“You want to go home?” she asked softly, concern in her voice.  

I shrugged. “I just want to be held.”

They held me. Both of them. No words were said. It wasn’t sexual and, at the same time, it was, at least for me. I felt my fear turn to calm slowly, and then that became something else. Desire. Need. Lust. Violet must have sensed it. I felt her lips brush my ear. A moment later, she began caressing my throat, her fingertips feather-light. A shiver of pleasure brought raised goosebumps on my arms as her touch wandered lower, stroking my breasts through my dress. I responded with a barely audible moan, my spine curving upwards.

Amber took that as her cue to do the same, only much lower, her hand under the hem of my dress as she teased my pussy through my panties, smiling as I trembled between them.

“Take them off,” I breathed, my pulse racing as she peeled my panties from down my thighs, the cool air feeling wonderful against my smooth, wet cunt.

“You okay with this, dirty girl?”

“Yes,” I managed. That was the last thing I said for a while, losing myself I their touch as they undressed me, their touches intimate as they gently pushed all my buttons as they guided me slowly. I could feel it coming. An explosive orgasm, but no one, seemed inclined to rush it along. I have no idea how long they played with me, taking turns fingering my cunt, sucking on my nipples, lovingly biting my neck and shoulders and thighs and breasts. Long enough for me to lose all track of time. Long enough that I began growing desperate for the orgasm being promised.

“Please let me come,” I finally gasped. I was tantalizingly close, and yet a million miles away. I had also slipped heavily into supspace at some point, or something like it. I felt like I was floating above myself, watching as they teased me until it became a very gentle torture.

“What do you think, Amber? Should we let her?”

I held my breath, waiting for Amber’s response, my pulse pounding until I began to grow lightheaded.  

“I have a better idea…” She undressed, discarding her boots and her leather. Violet did the same.

And then Amber kissed me. This time, there was no tenderness to it. It was passionate and possessive. And then she straddled me, her pussy seated over mine. With a giggle, Violet mounted me too, facing her friend, her cunt inches above my face. I watched, transfixed as they kissed above me. I felt several drops of pussy juice hitting my face, opening my mouth so I could catch any more as they made out, sucking tongues, fingers tangled in each other's hair, moaning with lust.

Amber began to grind herself against me. A moment later, Violet settled, smothering me with her dripping wet cunt. I didn’t wait for her to say anything, immediately shoving my tongue against her slit and lapping like a faithful dog, licking up every drop, leaving her pussy glistening with my spit.

“That’s it, dirty girl,” she whimpered, her thighs pressing against me, trapping me beneath her. “Make me cum all over your face,” she told me, gasping and breathless as I began alternately sucking on her clit and shoving my tongue into her, fueled by Amber's string of porn worth directives.

“Oh, god,” she gasped suddenly, spasming as she flooded my face with her cum. Not long after, Amber did the sale all over my cunt, finally pushing me over the edge.

I didn’t just come. I exploded, peaking in a supernova of pure unbridled lust, spasming, my cunt clenching as I rode it out until it exhausted me and I slumped back on the bed, utterly spent both emotionally and physically as they positioned themselves to either side of me once again, holding on to me soothingly, their damp flesh warm against mine until I drifted off into oblivion…

I awoke twice more. The first time Violet made love to me while Amber spooned me. It felt wonderful to be sandwiched between them like that. The second time, it was Violet holding onto me while Amber explored my body. I climaxed each time before tiredly closing my eyes, my thoughts too fuzzy to process…

My senses didn’t return until they were helping me into Amber’s car, a warm fuzzy robe wrapped around me. The party sounded like it was still in full swing, but I was too out of it to care one way or the other.

“Where we going?” I asked meekly as Violet carefully belted me into the passenger seat.

“Home,” she replied, kissing my cheek before closing the door and getting into the back seat.

The drive back was a collage of thoughts and images. What I remembered most was my shoulders being touched from time to time and Amber resting her hand on my thigh comfortingly.

And then we arrived. Not my home. Violet’s. In a way, it seemed fitting. Home was where the heart was, after all.

“We should probably talk.”

This, after all three of us were cuddling together in her bed, naked.

“About?” I murmured, enjoying being the focus of their attention.

She took my head between her hands and kissed me. It took my breath away. It was a kiss full of need. Of carnal lust. Of promises. And the look in her eyes as she held my gaze…  

“About where we go from here.”

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Not the end