Robert Vickers: Tanya in chains

"I'll offer a bit more than table stakes," she said. "I think you know what I mean." She licked her lips seductively and leaned forward just enough to let her tits dangle. The sight of ruddy figure eights traced out by her nipples as her tits bobbed around would have been enough to give any man a hard-on. She wouldn't have been surprised to see the table start to rise – from Mr. Steele's stiffening prick.

Nothing of the sort happened. And the man's voice was as calm as it had ever been. She felt a surge of desire for him unlike any she'd ever felt for a man. She knew he had to be hot for her body. And he hid it so well. That made it at the more important for her to get him into bed. She'd show him what real excitement was!

"Very well," he said.

They played – and she lost. She could hardly believe her bad luck. She had a fairly decent hand. Mr. Steele's was better. But she had made the sexual bet and now it was time to pay off.

She smirked. How could she have possibly lost? Either way she would have come out ahead, getting to fuck Mr. Steele!

"Where do you want to go, Mr. Steele?" she asked. "A bedroom handy?"

"My dear," he said in his maddeningly soft voice, "that part of the game was long over – and lost by you. When the others left and you were out of chips, I'd already won you. The rest of this was an added bonus for my friends, she is yours."

"Wait a Goddamn minute, mister," Tanya raged. "That's not the way it is at all. I was playing against you. And you and me will…"

She yelped when strong hands picked her up and turned her around. She sat heavily on the felt covered table, her legs dangling over the edge. The men were already lining up, pulling down their zippers and letting impossibly hard cocks leap from their trousers.

Tanya didn't want to be gang raped! This wasn't what she'd been playing poker to accomplish!

"Stop it this minute!" she cried. "Or I'll get the cops up here so fast your heads will spin."

"My dear, you don't understand," said Mr. Steele. "The first gentleman in line waiting to possess you sexually is the chief of police. It will do you no good to cry out. Marcus has already sent the others home. There are only those of us in this room. Now put out and don't try to welsh on a bet. I hate women who welsh on bets they've freely made." The coldness of his voice reminded Tanya of stainless steel. Sharp-edged, it made her shiver all over.

She glanced at the line of men waiting silently, lust all over their faces. She had fantasized about being raped – even gang raped – but a fantasy was something different from real life.

"Let me go!" she screamed, kicking and trying to get free. Marcus held her in an impossibly strong grip. There was no way she could elude him. And the chief of police smiled and entered the vee of her legs.

Tanya might have blacked out. She never knew. Her next memory was the swollen pecker of the cop moving faster and faster in her hot cunt. She was oozing out her lust juices and dribbling them to stain the felt-covered table top. And her legs were caught and held under the fucking man's arms. She was rolled onto her back, her legs spread obscenely wide. In no way could she prevent the man's prick from fucking hard and deep into her cunt.

"God, so tight, so fucking hot!" the man moaned aver and over. She blinked to clear her eyes and saw that the cop was lost in the throes of his own ecstasy. Her arousal didn't matter to him. This was rape, pure and simple – and she didn't like it at all.

She'd always dreamed about a moment like this where the man would brutally shove his prick balls deep up her cunt. Now that the moment had come, she found that she preferred more control over the act. She was helpless, totally lost and confused.

"Stop, please, don't do this to meeeeee!" she shrieked as she felt the white-hot jism spattering into her pussy. Her cunt walls convulsed and smashed down hard around the man's cock, further milking it of its creamy load.

Shuddering through a small orgasm, she hardly knew when the man released her legs to allow them to dangle limply over the edge of the table. But she did know when the next man in line came up to her and rammed forward.

His powerful thrust toward her cunt missed. The head of his cock went skittering along between her cuntlips. The thrill of that passage might have turned her on in other circumstances. Not now. All she could think of was that she was used, abused and would be discarded afterwards. She didn't think she had much of a chance at fucking Mr. Steele.

Mr. Steele!

The thought of the grim, dark man pounded into her brain. She tossed her head from side to side looking for him. A deep shadow at the side of the room seemed to move. It had to be him!

"Mr. Steele, please stop them. I… I'll do anything you want, but don't let these men gang rape me. Please, I'll suck you off, anything! But make them stop."

She might have heard a tiny chuckle. Or it might have been the signal for the man moving his prick up and down in the warm cradle of her cunt lips to really go for an all-out fucking. She didn't know or care. All that mattered to her was the sudden entry of the cock into her writhing cunt.

He rammed so fast into her that she didn't have time to stretch and accept the huge girth of his prick. She felt as if he ripped her apart inside. She simply knew she would bleed to death because of it. But nothing of the sort happened. Her resilient inner membranes expanded and took the full thickness of the man's huge cock. He grunted and gasped at the tightness but he was intent on really fucking her.

He ground his crotch into hers. She had been wanting Charlie to hurt her, to bruise her cunt lips with the force of his entry. She no longer wanted that. This man's body moved powerfully against hers. She was nothing to him. She was just a convenient hole to fuck his prick into.

"Continue fucking," came the level, cool voice from the shadows. "Build up speed slowly. I want to see everything."

The man obeyed Mr. Steele's orders perfectly, driving Tanya out of her mind. She loved the feel of his hard-fucking prick. It filled her and made her come alive in ways that Charlie's gentle fucking never had. She had wanted this – before she had it forced on her.

The man began with long, potent strokes that shook her all over. He gradually built-up the speed of his fucking until he used only short, quick motions that threatened to burn her insides. The friction from his rapid in-out fucking made her gasp and shudder all over. She couldn't deny that she was on the brink of climax. Just a little more and…

And nothing. The man shot his wad, moved quickly away and allowed the final man to move into the vet of her legs. He quickly ran one hand up and down the insides of her thighs. She trembled at his touch. There was something evil about this man.

"Don't do this to me!" she begged. "P-please don't!"

His hands clamped like steel bands on her tender flesh. He picked her up and turned her onto, her side. She squeezed her legs as closely together as possible and pulled her knees up to her tits. Tanya couldn't have known this was exactly the position the man wanted her in.

He moved quickly, hiss prick pressing between the meaty half-moons of her asscheeks. He drove forward, seeking out her humid gash. She shook when he found that hairy-rimmed opening to her body. And when he fucked hard into her cunt, she heard the gush of her frothy cunt juices leaking out around the prick. The impact of his legs against her softly curved ass made her come. She didn't want to but she did. The feelings ravaging her body were too intense for her to hold back any longer.

The man fucked with easy strokes, then jetted out his come. Heaving a deep sigh, he moved back and allowed her to rest on the table. Tanya cried softly to herself, hating her weakness and unable to do anything about it.