him through the kitchen into the living room and then up a set of dark, crimson-carpeted stairs to the second floor. There was a short hallway at the top of the staircase. At the end of it a door to a bedroom stood partially open. Red-tinted light spilled through the opening.
Marnie paused outside the door and waved him in ahead of her. “You first.”
Mike frowned, feeling a touch of apprehension, but he didn’t know what to do other than what he’d been told. As usual. So he pushed the door open and stepped into the room, his eyes widening at the sight of Nadia lying languidly upon a large, plush-looking wood-framed bed. She was stretched out at an angle across the bed and lying on her side, with a side of her head propped in an upraised palm.
She was wearing a tiny black negligee.
She smiled when she saw him. “Hi, Mike.”
Mike gave his head a dazed shake. “What…uh…”
“ Get undressed, baby.”
That was Marnie, speaking from somewhere behind him. He turned to look at her and saw she had already begun shedding her clothes. Her pants were bunched around her ankles and she was undoing the buttons of her form-fitting blouse. She laughed at his astonished expression.
Nadia slid off the bed and embraced him from behind, her hot breath against his ear making him shudder as one of her hands went to the zipper of his trousers and tugged at it. “Relax, Mike. This is your reward for a job well done. And for earning our trust. Let yourself enjoy it.”
Mike’s state of arousal was off the charts. It temporarily blinded him to everything else. He’d fucked multiple women the night of the orgy, but Nadia had not been one of them. She hadn’t seemed interested in the male members of the cult and he had assumed the reason was strictly a matter of sexual preference. But maybe he had been wrong about that.
Nadia writhed against him from behind as she pushed his pants down past his hips. Marnie, fully undressed now, approached him from the front and tugged his pants the rest of the way down. Then she stood again and ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying. After that, they were both wriggling their lithesome bodies against him, peppering his flesh with wet, hot kisses as they moaned and caressed him with their soft hands.
Mike started getting lost in the sensual overload of it all even as an increasingly remote part of his brain kept thinking about what an amazing and singularly unlikely thing this was that was happening to him. The orgy had been another kind of thing. A heady, delirious combo of drugs, sex, murder, and madness. It had felt like something barely connected to reality, almost like fractured memories from a fever dream. But now he was completely sober and experiencing something out of his wildest fantasies. He was in the middle of a hot girl sandwich, that ever elusive three-way combo that was the ultimate holy grail of sex for most guys. It was the kind of thing that never happened to ordinary dudes like himself. But it was happening. It was real. And it was impossible not to get lost in it, even so soon after being made to facilitate the first phase of something vile and horrendous.
But he could think about all that later.
Acting on some apparently sub-aural signal only women could hear, they each simultaneously seized him by a wrist and dragged him toward the bed--and then threw him down upon it and pounced on him.
Yes , he thought. Whatever it is I need to think about, I’ll think about it later.
Later, later, late--
Nadia did something to him that made him gasp and thrash on the bed.
And soon after that he was screaming.
13 .
The evening unfolded as a relentless and fearless exploration of flesh and the numerous wondrous ways three willing and eager bodies could intertwine in the pursuit of unending carnal bliss. After abandoning himself to this extended interlude of decadent indulgence, thoughts of the girl in the barrel rarely strayed into his consciousness. And every time
Marnie paused outside the door and waved him in ahead of her. “You first.”
Mike frowned, feeling a touch of apprehension, but he didn’t know what to do other than what he’d been told. As usual. So he pushed the door open and stepped into the room, his eyes widening at the sight of Nadia lying languidly upon a large, plush-looking wood-framed bed. She was stretched out at an angle across the bed and lying on her side, with a side of her head propped in an upraised palm.
She was wearing a tiny black negligee.
She smiled when she saw him. “Hi, Mike.”
Mike gave his head a dazed shake. “What…uh…”
“ Get undressed, baby.”
That was Marnie, speaking from somewhere behind him. He turned to look at her and saw she had already begun shedding her clothes. Her pants were bunched around her ankles and she was undoing the buttons of her form-fitting blouse. She laughed at his astonished expression.
Nadia slid off the bed and embraced him from behind, her hot breath against his ear making him shudder as one of her hands went to the zipper of his trousers and tugged at it. “Relax, Mike. This is your reward for a job well done. And for earning our trust. Let yourself enjoy it.”
Mike’s state of arousal was off the charts. It temporarily blinded him to everything else. He’d fucked multiple women the night of the orgy, but Nadia had not been one of them. She hadn’t seemed interested in the male members of the cult and he had assumed the reason was strictly a matter of sexual preference. But maybe he had been wrong about that.
Nadia writhed against him from behind as she pushed his pants down past his hips. Marnie, fully undressed now, approached him from the front and tugged his pants the rest of the way down. Then she stood again and ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying. After that, they were both wriggling their lithesome bodies against him, peppering his flesh with wet, hot kisses as they moaned and caressed him with their soft hands.
Mike started getting lost in the sensual overload of it all even as an increasingly remote part of his brain kept thinking about what an amazing and singularly unlikely thing this was that was happening to him. The orgy had been another kind of thing. A heady, delirious combo of drugs, sex, murder, and madness. It had felt like something barely connected to reality, almost like fractured memories from a fever dream. But now he was completely sober and experiencing something out of his wildest fantasies. He was in the middle of a hot girl sandwich, that ever elusive three-way combo that was the ultimate holy grail of sex for most guys. It was the kind of thing that never happened to ordinary dudes like himself. But it was happening. It was real. And it was impossible not to get lost in it, even so soon after being made to facilitate the first phase of something vile and horrendous.
But he could think about all that later.
Acting on some apparently sub-aural signal only women could hear, they each simultaneously seized him by a wrist and dragged him toward the bed--and then threw him down upon it and pounced on him.
Yes , he thought. Whatever it is I need to think about, I’ll think about it later.
Later, later, late--
Nadia did something to him that made him gasp and thrash on the bed.
And soon after that he was screaming.
13 .
The evening unfolded as a relentless and fearless exploration of flesh and the numerous wondrous ways three willing and eager bodies could intertwine in the pursuit of unending carnal bliss. After abandoning himself to this extended interlude of decadent indulgence, thoughts of the girl in the barrel rarely strayed into his consciousness. And every time
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