Marie’s Descent by S J Lewis

Marie and Cheryl are two attractive young single women interested in hot guys and fun sex. But when Cheryl starts talking about kinky sexual escapades with rich men in a secret basement Marie’s concerned. Sneaking into the underground lair one night, Marie watches from a hidden closet as Cheryl is bound and forced to service three men who think nothing of smacking her ass in the process. As if this horrifying scene were not enough, when it’s over, Marie is suddenly pulled from hiding and confronted for her deception. She’s given a chance to go, or stay and behave herself. Worried about Cheryl’s safety, she elects to stay while Cheryl cleans up. Even though part of her is appalled by what she’s witnessed, Marie’s sexual desires have been awakened by the rough sex. After a little coercion by Cheryl and her male companions, the titillated Marie agrees to a scene of her own.

First she watches as Cheryl gets her first taste of anal sex, then she strips on command, and is held down while a vibrator brings her to a powerful orgasm. Later she gives a blowjob to the man in charge, and a strange attraction for him begins to bloom. She's finally freed after orally servicing several other men while handcuffed and blindfolded.

Just days after her remarkable night, Marie receives a package from the head man; inside, a cell phone, handcuffs, legcuffs a ball gag and a special CD. With her desires ignited in strange new ways, she takes instructions from her mysterious lover over the private cell phone. Though she may balk as he insists she call him ‘Master’, Marie is unable to stop herself from complying with his every demand. When he enters her apartment, she’s roughly forced to her hands and knees, then forced to submit her body for his use. Later bound and gagged, she’s driven to new heights of sexual rapture as the artful torment continues.

As much as she’s enamored with her new love, Marie knows this is no mere love affair. What her master wants is a slave. And what he demands of Marie is her total surrender. But does he want Marie for himself? Or will she be just another slave, recruited to serve the kinky needs of wealthy men? If she takes a wild leap of faith into an unknown future, will he be there to assuage her fears?

A moving tale of sexual awakening and desire that includes coerced female submission, oral service, straight and anal sex, bondage, strapping, whipping, vibrators and other sex toys, discipline and slave training, girl-girl sex and lesbian domination.

Trained To Serve by S J Lewis, M/f bdsm
When Marie follows her friend into a spooky sub-basement, she witnesses a sexy but terrifying show of female surrender.

Copyright (c) 2008 by S J Lewis, all rights reserved

Note: an original version of this excerpt has previously been posted to the site

It was a little after a quarter to five on Friday when Marie gingerly opened the heavy metal door. It was the door that her friend Cheryl had described to her in such loving detail back at the coffee shop, painted a flat institutional gray. Someone had stenciled “No Admittance Employees Only” on it many years ago in big black letters. The lettering was worn and faded now, but still readable, right down to the ancient misspelling.

It was uncomfortably warm in the basement. It looked and felt and even smelled like something from a bad horror movie. There were pipes running everywhere, thick dust all over almost everything, and a constant din of machine noises. Only the floor was clean. Someone must sweep it every so often.

Marie took a deep breath and stepped through the doorway. On the other side, it was even warmer and noisier. She found herself standing on a landing made of metal grating. A long stairway made of the same material led downwards at a steep angle, passing close by a big metal tank. Cheryl had described that also. Marie was glad that she’d changed into her jogging shoes before ducking out of work a little early. Trying to navigate those stairs in heels would have been near suicidal.

She let the door swing slowly shut behind her. The one light in this room was dimmed by accumulated dust and grime. She waited a moment until her eyes adjusted to the gloom and then began making her way carefully down the stairs…

… Part of the spaces down-below were almost as much of a maze as the levels above. Marie lost her way once and almost panicked. She kept looking, and finally found the place that she was looking for.

It was a very large rectangular room. The walls along the long side went straight up for only six feet or so and then angled inwards. That and the high ceiling reminded her of a barn roof… The only open space in the cluttered room was a narrow passageway that led to a door. A couple of old gray gym mats had been laid down on the wooden floor in the open area. She could see folding chairs and a folding table leaning against the wall to her left.

The near wall had nothing stacked against it, but there were two double doors to either side of the entryway. The doors were made of framed, angled wooden slats. Some of the slats had been broken over the years, leaving gaps. Marie went to the left-hand doors and opened them. As she’d suspected, it was a large storage closet. There was another gym mat folded up on the floor, with a couple of large cardboard boxes sitting on top of it. From the accumulated dust, it looked as if nothing had been disturbed in that closet for years. She shut the doors carefully and went over to the other side.

This must have been the closet that they’d taken the other mats out of. It was empty except for a couple of the inevitable cardboard boxes, and there was no dust on the boxes or on the floor. Marie slipped inside and pulled the doors shut behind her, then tried to find a comfortable spot to watch any proceedings from. … She hastily checked her watch. It was already half past five.

She heard the door she’d come through swing open. The hinge had a distinctive squeak. A moment later she saw two men walking over towards the mats. Both wore dark business suits, one brown, one blue. The blue-suited man was tall and very wide across the shoulders. The other man was not quite so tall or so wide. They sported similar short haircuts. When they stopped on the mats and turned to face towards the entrance she could see that blue-suit was the elder, in his late forties or early fifties. The other man looked to be in his mid to late thirties.

“Well,” blue-suit said to his companion. “Let’s get started. She’ll be here soon.” He began removing his jacket.

“How do you think she’ll take it?” Brown-suit asked as he began doffing his own jacket.

“Any way and every way we give it to her,” Blue-suit chuckled. He had a deep voice that carried well. “Once she comes down here, she’s ours until we let her go.” He began removing his tie.

Marie shuddered. What had Cheryl gotten herself into? She saw the men lay their jackets and ties on one of the desks. That done, they just stood there, waiting. She heard the door open again.

She heard Cheryl whimpering before she could see her. Cheryl was naked, being hustled along by another man in another dark suit. Marie was so stunned at Cheryl’s appearance that she didn’t notice what color this dark suit was. Besides being nude, Cheryl had her hands tied behind her with some kind of black rope. It looked like more black rope circled her torso just under her arms, and her bound hands were in turn tied to it so that her hands were kept well up in the small of her back. Cheryl’s hair was still done up in the usual way that she wore it at work. She didn’t seem to be struggling, but she didn’t exactly appear to be cooperating either.

The man who was urging her along pushed her up onto the mat until she was standing directly in front of blue-suit. She looked terribly small and vulnerable that close to him. The way they were standing Marie could see them both in profile. There were black ropes around Cheryl’s torso just above and below her breasts. It looked something like a harness. The ropes stood out starkly against Cheryl’s creamy white skin. Her breasts looked bigger and fuller than Marie would have expected, but that might be due to the tightness of the ropes. Her nipples were erect, pinkish-brown and tilting slightly upwards…but that might be an effect of the ropes too, Marie thought to herself, cattily. And, it seemed that in the winter Cheryl didn’t bother with bikini waxing. Still, Marie had to admit that all the time Cheryl had been spending at the gym these past few months seemed to have been worth it. Her body looked fit, trim and toned.

Blue-suit reached down and took a tuft of Cheryl’s pubic hair between his fingers. It looked like he pulled at it gently. Marie heard her friend whimper again.

“You came back,” Blue-suit smiled down at her. “That’s good. Now we’re going to train you so that you’ll be worth our while.” Cheryl whimpered. She was shifting her weight minutely from one foot to the other. She looked anxious, Marie thought, but was it from apprehension or anticipation?

“First rule,” blue-suit went on. “You only enter this room naked from now on. Got that?” He gave Cheryl’s pussy hair a tweak. She whimpered and nodded.

“Second rule.” He let go of Cheryl’s hair and pressed his thumb to her lips. After a moment of hesitation, she opened her mouth for him. He slid his thumb into her mouth.

“Whenever any of us is in this room with you, you get on your knees and wait for more instructions. Got that?”

Cheryl nodded as best she could and slowly sank to her knees on the old gym mat. Blue-suit kept his thumb in her mouth the whole time. “Good girl,” he smiled. He withdrew his thumb and began unzipping his pants. Cheryl looked from his face to his crotch and then back up again. Now she looked nervous. Definitely apprehensive, Marie thought.

“Third rule,” blue-suit went on. His voice had gone deeper and harsher. “You see a cock out, you hold your mouth open for it. Got that?” He drew out his cock. It looked fully as long and as thick as Cheryl had described it. In fact, Cheryl might have understated it. Right now, though, she seemed to be a bit less enamored of it. She drew back, still on her knees, staring at it as if she expected it to bite her. Blue-suit put his hand on her head and pulled her back towards him. He took his cock in his other hand.

“Do you understand, bitch?” he bellowed, slapping her across her face with his cock. Cheryl flinched, blinking. He slapped her again, and she flinched again with a tiny cry of dismay.

Okay, Marie thought to herself. Maybe something that big could actually hurt a little if you got slapped with it. She could clearly hear the meaty impact from her hiding place in the closet. And maybe Cheryl was reacting more to the implied threat than to the actual impact.

Blue-suit let go of both his cock and Cheryl’s head. Cheryl sank back, her annoyingly round and firm rump resting on her annoyingly well-turned calves. Blue-suit put his hands on his hips and looked down at her. Cheryl licked her lips as she looked back up at him. Her eyes were wide and pleading. She opened her mouth wide. Still looking up, she slowly rose up on her knees until her lips touched the head of his cock. She kept her eyes on his as her lips slid around the head. She paused. Blue-suit didn’t move. Neither did the other two men. It was very quiet and still for a long, long moment.

Cheryl broke the silence with a moan. She bent her head, taking the cock deeper into her mouth. She began to suck, slowly and tentatively. Marie could hear sloppy little wet sounds. Now Cheryl slowly closed her eyes.

“You have to do better than that,” Blue-suit said. He put a hand on the back of Cheryl’s head. She opened her eyes and whimpered.

“Deeper, bitch,” he growled. He pulled her head towards him. Cheryl tried to pull back, coughing and gagging. Blue-suit wouldn’t let her go. She began squirming and whining, drooling around his cock. He gripped her head in both hands, holding her in place. Cheryl’s whines and complaints grew louder and more high-pitched until it sounded as if she was going to pass out or throw up. When he let her go, she sagged back onto her haunches, coughing and gasping and sobbing. He let her recover for a moment as he unbuttoned his shirt. Then, without any urging or commands Cheryl rose up again and took his cock in her mouth. She began sucking it noisily, taking him in almost as deeply as he had forced her to do before. He let her go at her own pace for a while. Then he put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her closer and held her there.

It had to be hitting the back of Cheryl’s throat now, Marie thought. She realized that she was leaning further and further forward to watch and drew back. The missing slat left only a narrow opening, but if she put her face too close to it she might be seen.

Cheryl coughed again. She made choking sounds. Marie could see that she was now drooling copiously. Blue-suit let her pull back a little, but kept his cock deep in her mouth.

“I don’t think you’re really trying,” he said. Cheryl looked up at him and whimpered. She began sucking faster. Marie wondered if blue-suit wanted depth or speed. She saw him nod to brown-suit. Cheryl couldn’t see the younger man as he began removing his belt. Marie could see him, though, and she shuddered as she saw him double the belt in his hands and step up close behind Cheryl.

Cheryl’s frantic sucking slowed as she tried to catch her breath. Blue-suit nodded again and brown-suit brought the belt down across Cheryl’s taut, round ass with a sharp crack. Cheryl jerked and yelped around the thick cock filling her mouth. She began sucking faster…and deeper.

She couldn’t keep it up. When her frantic sucking slowed down as she tried to catch her breath again. Brown-suit gave her other ass cheek a cruel, hard swat. Cheryl yowled, twisting and writhing as she tried to pull away, but blue-suit’s grip kept her head impaled on his cock in spite of her desperate efforts. He held her in place until she had no more strength or breath to struggle. Then he abruptly let go. Cheryl sagged back, her eyes shut and her mouth open, gasping for air. Brown-suit whipped her ass again, not quite so hard this time. Cheryl took a last frantic breath and rose back up to take blue-suit’s cock back into her mouth. Saliva dribbled out of her mouth, down her chin, which was gleaming with it in the lights now. Some of it dripped onto her breasts.

Blue-suit took her head in both hands again, stepping forward and pushing her back and down until her ass was back on her calves. Holding her head perfectly still, he began fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate and powerful strokes. Cheryl grunted deeply with each one but didn’t struggle. Brown-suit gave her ass another whack anyway. Marie saw that Cheryl’s eyes were open now. She was still drooling.

Blue-suit quickened his pace, and Cheryl began squirming, making tiny nasal noises of complaint. That earned her another, harder, whack on her ass. She gave a muffled yelp and quit struggling. Back in the closet, Marie found herself imagining how those deep, strong thrusts would feel between her legs and shook herself, trying to drive the thought away.

Now blue-suit began thrusting deeper with each stroke. He let out a loud groan and Cheryl whined as if in protest. Blue-suit ignored her, stabbing even deeper into Cheryl’s abused mouth…and halfway down her throat, it seemed to Marie. Cheryl convulsed and twitched and squirmed weakly as blue-suit groaned and groaned again. He held Cheryl in place for a long minute as her face darkened, still groaning. Marie suddenly realized what was happening: He was coming in Cheryl’s mouth. She shuddered, even as some part of her mind wondered what that felt like.

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