Craig Esposito - Katie_s Pain Lesson

Eyes clenched shut, it was my ears that first registered the slight change in activities. My ass registered it second, mapping the exact dimensions of Jason's hand. Wow! Spanking and fucking at the same time.

"Yyyesssssssahhhhhhh…"

I snapped my eyes open to catch the action behind me and saw Jason raise his hand for the next stroke. I tipped my ass up, welcoming the stimuli he was offering as my ass clamped down on his thrusting rod. It was unbelievable and fantastic. Until the moment of first contact of his hand to my ass it occurred to me that up until then our love making had been very gentle, which I must admit I enjoyed. But that addition of a hand to ass… well, it was just grand. My brain and body gladly accepted the addition and I went into overdrive.

Quite frankly I'm not real sure how Jason stayed with me. My body was all over the place. I was twisting, turning, moaning, groaning and flopping all over the bed as he continued to fuck and spank my ass. It wasn't really painful, but oh was it stimulating as hell. The added ingredient that added that special spark to my life.

Both hands crashed into my ass over and over. They became a blur as I felt his cock expanding inside me. Expanding and exploding. And I was a goner. I became total sensations that seemed to last for years as I hung there in passion's limbo for eons as my dark passage drank his donation and we crashed onto the bed.

Warm hands traveled my shaking body trying to ease me back to a more normal state as I reveled in my emotions. I wanted to crawl into him. Keep him with me forever and ever just as we were that moment in time. But as always I returned, and that was good too. To be held in his embrace, to be caressed was cherishing, too, as his lips kissed and teased my ear and neck.

"You know," he whispered in my ear, "if we don't get up from here you'll miss the night's activities in the garage."

"Garage? What's happening in the garage?"

"Maggie issued a challenge to all the men for tonight."

My interest was instantly piqued as I recalled our earlier conversation. "Who is Maggie? And what was her challenge?"

"She's one of the kitchen aides who happens to have a craving for multiple attention. Her challenge was: could the men make her cry quits in a gang rape scene."

"Gang rape?"

"Yea, one of her fantasies. She wants to fight instead of submit. She has limited them in what they can use. Only what they normally wear is allowed. No special equipment is to be used during the rape and it must occur in the garage as if they had broken in and trapped her. Care to watch?"

I was sitting up before he finished his question. "Let's go. Come on, we might miss something."

I practically drug Jason down the stairs and through the house as we made our way to the garage.

It was deserted.

Not a light was on. No people could be seen.

"Well, where are they?" I asked as we came to a stop at the door.

The rascal had the nerve to smile as he held up his watch and showed it to me. "Impatient, aren't you? It's not set until ten after. Come on, turn off the lights and let's find a place to watch."

A minute later the lights were again off and Jason and I were huddled up on the end of a workbench on one side of the garage. It was eerie sitting there in the dark, the moonlight coming in through the windows as we waited for the rape to begin.

It was almost like waiting for a movie to start. We knew the basics of the movie but not the actuality. Somehow I thought I should have a box of popcorn in my hand as I wiggled into his arms to help keep warm.

Out in the darkness I could hear heels clicking on the pavement. Each step got closer and closer. The door opened and the light was flipped on. A stunning redhead walked in and closed the door behind her. That, I assumed, must be Maggie.

As she fumbled in her purse, play acting looking for car keys, I gave her my full attention.

About five six or so, she had the most beautiful red hair I had ever seen, and there was plenty to see. It hung long and free to the small of her back. This redhead had no freckles, but a pale complexion that vivid green eyes set off to perfection. Her body was nothing to sneeze about either.

Full, upstanding tits filled her tank top to almost overflowing. Long, long legs came out of skimpy satin shorts that showed a hint of ass cheeks peaking out of them. And everything in between hair and heels was perfectly proportioned. The only thing that marred her perfection was a bruise on her left thigh that looked suspiciously like a whip mark. Other than that she was stunning.

Humming a tune under her breath, looking through the contents of her purse, Maggie was the picture of innocence as she walked to the center of the garage and stood next to the car parked there. Then, suddenly, the closed door was opened and crashing into the wall as five men ran into the garage.

Maggie screamed in terror. Her fingers, which had finally found the keys she was seeking, dropped them on the cement floor as they rushed her. She tried to open the door and escape into the car, but it was locked.

Two bodies hurled into her, smashing her into the car door as her wrists were grabbed and forced behind her back. To me it looked like they were almost to the breaking point. Maggie seemed to agree as her scream of pain/terror echoed around the garage to fill our ears.

If I hadn't known this was all planned I might have gone to her rescue, but as I notice the obvious arousal of her nipples pressing into her tank top I wiggled closer to Jason who had his eyes glued to the scene before us. There was a mysterious wiggling in his pant, too, as I turned back to watch.

"Get her damned clothes off and let's get to it," came from one of the men that I identified as Johnny of the dinning room. But he didn't look like the Johnny I knew. In fact all were dressed different. Faded blue jeans, torn T-shirts, scruffy boots or dirty sneakers was the mode of dress, not military like uniforms of Jason's servants.

They looked like a bunch of thugs on the prowl for what they could get.

And they had Maggie in their grasp. A struggling Maggie that was twisting and turning trying to get away. All to no effect. Hands digging painfully into her skin took care of that avenue of escape as two men held her and the others surrounded her.

A hand reached out, I think it was Charles', and ripped the tank top to shreds and tossed it on the floor.

A different hand worked the same magic on her satin shorts, leaving the screaming Maggie in heels only as hands took possession of tits, pussy and ass.

Wanting to know the players, I whispered in' Jason's ear, "Who is who?"

Whispering, too, he answered my question. "You know Charles and Johnny. The one attached to her left tit is Barry. He is paired with Carol who got ten today for dropping the plate in the dinning room. He takes care of the cars as mechanic and driver. The one standing back is Stan, my cook. He is Maggie's partner and knows her the best, as you can tell as he's taking his belt out of his pants. The other one is Thomas the butler, who is paired with Karen, an assistant cook for him along with Maggie."

Getting the players straight and their relationships with others in the house, I turned my attention back to the action. It was obvious, by quick glances directed in our direction, that Jason and I were seen. But no one paid us any attention as we silently watched them fling Maggie face down over the hood of the car.

Stan came up then and wrapped his belt around her wrists and tied it off, leaving all hands freed for future engagements. As two held her pressed into the car, the others began to systematically take off their clothes. Each retaining the leather belts from his pants as they smiled at her screamed words of defiance and outrage.