Alice is stretched out on the bed, listening to some shitty music her husband hates, headphones clamped to her head. She is in semi-darkness, looking up towards the ceiling.

Her eyes perceive a shadow, and she thinks to herself, ‘Interesting. Will I play along?’

She cannot hear anything but the boogie. The shadow moves closer to her bed. Hands rest on the edge of the mattress, alerting her to a nearby presence. Alice feels her feet sink under the increased pressure on the bed. She strives to steady her breathing, pretending she has not been disturbed. Her eyes are now closed, and she cannot hear the faint panting of her uninvited guest.

A hand grips her ankle, startling her with its suddenness. Before she can respond, she feels a strap tightening around her, quickly followed by a restraint on her other ankle. She jerks upward, and a hand snatches the headphones away.

A muffled voice in the darkness says, “I am going to spread your legs so wide, it will look like you have been riding a rhinoceros.”

She is then pushed back down onto the bed; her wrists are swiftly tied, immediately restraining her arms. She struggles momentarily, trying to free herself from the bonds. Realising they are tight and movement is restricted, she lies still, anxiously waiting for her captor to act.

There is a chilling whisper in her ear, “I know all about you, and you are a randy fucking whore.”

With her mind in turmoil, she considers her limited options. Should she struggle or beg, playing on any sympathy she might invoke?

“Of course I am a randy whore; that’s why you’re here” Alice manages to say, while controlling the emotion in her voice.

He kneels on the bed, between her thighs. She can make out that he is holding a short flail in his left hand. Alice feels his right hand pressing against her breast. She enjoys the feel of his hard skin against her soft skin. The exciting sensation makes her smile.

With her physical movement restricted by tethers, and her captor between her legs, she is unable to respond to the sexual arousal she feels stirring in her body. Alice moans, partly in release and partly in frustration. The situation she finds herself in makes her clench her teeth.

She hears the whoosh of his flogger as it travels through the air above her head. Her body tenses, in anticipation of being hit, but no blow from the weapon arrives. He is toying with her, cracking the leather strands in the darkness and zinging them around her.

Alice feels strands of leather trickling across her chest. They move around her tits, avoiding her hard, swollen nipples. She feels erotically charged and opens her mouth as if trying to catch the swirling strands. The flail brushes against her face, lingering over her lips, teasing her to kiss and bite. She rolls her head from side to side, chasing the chastising tendrils as they flick across the uneven contours of her face. She can smell sweat and decayed cum on the well-used leather. Gasping, she savours the faint traces of past pleasures.

An inner reverie is broken when the short whip strikes her breast, snapping hard against the nipple and making her wince with pain.

“Pay attention, you stupid little whore,” he growls. Pushing his knees hard against her thighs, he forces her legs apart. Her vagina is stretched laterally before the pressure is released, and Alice breathes a slight sigh of relief.

“I am, I will,” she replies. "Anything you want—take me, use me, let me please you, sir."

She wishes he would touch her in the 'V' between her legs, where she feels a lustful sensation. Her mind wanders, and her thoughts blur as she strives to focus on his strokes. He tantalizes her, brushing the implement across her tense skin. Like a magnet through iron flakes, he draws sensations along her neural paths, making her tremble with pleasure. Her soft moans fill him with warmth, exciting him, and making him very horny.

“Time to taste the fruit, I think,” her captor says, “but first it needs knocking from the tree.”

With this, he clambers from the bed and rearranges her ties, leaving her wrists fastened together and her legs unbound. She is acutely aware of the pleasure centre in her brain being forced into overdrive, and is lying on her side, face turned towards him.

From this position, she can see the movement of the flail and the bulge in his pants. A light is on in the hallway and casts his silhouette toward her. Alice can feel wetness between her legs and excitement under her skin.

He moves closer to the bed, flail raised above his head. In a flash, he brings it down. The leather thongs grip her arse, biting into the tender flesh. Thrice more the flail rains down before Sir stops, removes his trunks, and grips his cock.

He strokes it, gazing down at Alice, and she murmurs, “Let me watch; I love your hard meat.”

“Ever the cock-loving slut, aren’t you?” he spits in reply.

“Only yours, sir. It’s the only one that matters,” Alice says, staring up at him with bottomless, moon eyes.

The naked man replies, "Cock-hungry bitch, I can see through you; roll over onto your gut.”

His stiff penis jerks in the air as he thrashes her again. This time, the flail is dispatched firmly over both buttocks. He looks at the red lines imprinted on her skin and lets out a deep breath.

Reaching down and feeling the ridges rising on her, he says, “You are such a turn-on I could cum all over your arse and cool down those cute little welts.”

Alice mumbles into the pillow and is sharply told, “Speak clearly, or do I need to coax the words out of you?”

Alice does not speak. She raises her buttocks as if ready for more. Instead, she is suddenly blindfolded and forced onto her back.

“What the fuck,” exclaims Alice before the switch whips her breasts. She feels the stinging pain and sighs as it dissolves into a warm rush of pleasure in her groin.

Alice does not see a second figure illuminated in the doorway. Her covered eyes cannot see the movement of a woman as she treads silently, and barefoot, on the luxury carpet. The newcomer touches the master on the shoulder, and he reaches around her to caress her backside.

Their eyes meet, and he motions toward the figure stretched out on the bed. His companion swings her leg across the lone form of Alice and straddles her.

Alice goes to speak, but a male voice says, “Not a word, slut; you are here to serve.”

The words have barely echoed in her brain before her face is rammed by a hot, wet fanny. Alice gasps as the hungry pussy is rubbed furiously on her mouth, and the taste of sex floods her senses. Alice responds instinctively, finding the rhythm of her guest and burying her tongue inside the mysterious girl. She knows she has hit the sweet shop when a pair of thighs squeeze tightly against her head.

Alice feels a hard cock pressing at her wet pussy. Longing to grasp it and pull it into herself, and unable to speak with a mouthful of woman, she writhes against the meaty penis and helps it slide into her soaking vagina. She is on the verge of orgasm when she feels the rush of spunk from the jerking penis hard fucking her.

Moments later, the body on top of her stiffens, and she hears the couple kissing and moaning, bringing her to an instant climax.

The trio remain frozen like this, and Alice is able to breathe clearly as the mystery girl slides further away from her face. She grips the cock tight with her vagina, slowly letting it slip between the wet swollen lips of her labia and out of her hole.

As the sexual intensity subsides, the man says, “Alice, do you remember Belinda?”

“Belinda, your deputy sales manager?” Alice queries.

“Yes,” replies Michael. “You just gave her the wildest orgasm of her life.”