The Lady and The Riddler, Chapter Three

Samantha takes up the tale.

He pulled my bound wrists upward, and attached them to a rope or
chain which must have been already hanging down from the ceiling.
He ran his hands down my body, cupping my breasts and tweaking
the nipples. Down over my belly, to my thighs, and between my
thighs. His hands probed, explored, examined every inch of my
body. Again, I heard cameras clicking and knew I was being
photographed from every angle. After a while, he stopped touching
me, and I think he just stood there and stared at me for a while.
I could sense the presence of at least three other men in the
room.

"You're beautiful" he whispered, and lifting my chin with his
hand, he kissed me and put his arms around me. I felt drawn into
him like a breath, and knew that whatever he wanted, I would do,
not because I was scared, but because I felt he knew me inside
and out, and that I belonged to him. He untied the rope securing
me to the ceiling and told me to stand in front of him, with my
legs apart, and my hands behind my head. He leaned forward and
taking my breast in his mouth, he sucked and licked until my
nipple was standing out hard and throbbing. Turning to the other
breast, he repeated the process, until I felt I could not stand
still another instant. He placed his hands behind me, on my lower
back, and slid the other between my legs, as he was sucking on my
breasts. His fingers, first one, then two, then three, slid into
me. I felt my wetness and knew I was stretching open to meet his
entire hand as it slipped inside me.

He stood up, keeping his hand inside me, and as he looked down at
me, quivering and arching toward him, he asked me what I wanted.

"Please make love to me," I begged, rubbing against his hand.

He told me that wasn't the way to ask. He said "making love" was
not what I wanted, and asked me again what I really wanted.

"I want to be fucked" I breathed, "Please fuck me."

Chuckling, he withdrew his hand and smeared my juices across my
breasts before holding his fingers in front of my mouth.

"Lick them clean" he commanded.

"So, you want me to fuck you," he said. "How much do you want
it?"

"Very much", I whispered; "I'll do anything."

He reminded me that I had already promised to do anything for
him, anyway, and that he would fuck me when he was in the mood.
In the meantime, he said, I should show him how much I wanted to
please him. I knelt and with my hands still behind my head, I
leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock. There was a little
drop of fluid on it, and I licked it off with my tongue. He asked
me if I wanted to suck it and I nodded. He told I could use my
hands to hold it, and that if I really wanted to suck it, I
should beg nicely. I begged him to please let me suck his
beautiful cock. He said he would, but that when he came, I would
have to drink every drop and swallow it. If even one drop escaped
my mouth, he would never touch me again. I promised to be very
careful and to catch all of his cum. He leaned back and told me I
could now suck and lick him. I began by kissing it up and down,
running my tongue down the base of his cock, across his balls,
and back up to the tip of his cock. Licking it, I took the tip
into my mouth and began to suck on it slowly and deeply,
caressing his balls with my hands. I was concentrating on
pleasing him and making him want me. Gradually, I noticed his
breathing was getting a bit more rapid, and he was moving his
hips to increase the depth and speed of his cock's penetration of
my mouth. I increased my own attention to his cock, and his hands
went around my head, pushing my head up and down. Now I was not
sucking his cock - he was fucking my mouth! I was helpless to do
anything but hope that I could handle it all when he climaxed.
With almost no warning, I suddenly felt him explode in my mouth.
Swallowing rapidly, I just tried to keep up with his thrusts and
the fluids bursting into my mouth and throat. Finally, he was
finished. His hands relaxed from my head, and his cock began to
shrink and withdraw. I was still licking, sucking, trying to be
sure that not one drop escaped, as he leaned back and said,
"You're a pretty good cocksucker, Fuckmeat." Riddler, my Master,
remained standing before me with his legs apart.

Leaning my head against his thigh, I felt him stroke my hair. I
was still very turned on from his hands, earlier, and I now hoped
he would make me cum. Silently, I prayed for him to begin
touching me, but I couldn't ask for it because he had not given
me permission to speak. I rubbed my breasts against his leg, and
arched my body towards his hand, but he just kept absently
rubbing my hair.

I looked up at him, and he looked down at me and smiled. Patting
my cheek, he said that he had some errands to run, and would have
to leave me with his friends for a while. Standing, he took my
hand and helped me to stand. He led me to the wall and I felt my
wrists pulled up and secured to a chain dangling from the wall.
Turning me around to face the wall, he pulled my other wrist
several feet over, and clipped that one to a similar chain. I was
facing the wall, my breasts pressed up against it, as he pulled
my feet apart and chained them, also. He strapped some kind of
belt around my waist, and then pushed a vibrator up inside me,
turned it on, then strapped a portion of the belt between my
legs, evidently to keep the vibrator inserted. I began to squirm
a bit from the tingling sensations the vibrator was producing,
and he patted me on my bottom, kissed the back of my neck and
said, "Good bye. I'll see you later". There was laughter from
others in the room. The vibrator felt so good at first. Then, as
I strained to rub my clit against the leather between my legs, I
couldn't quite climax. I try, but he had left me helpless do
anything but accept these stimulations. After a while, I got so
frustrated that I almost start to cry. I kept thinking he'd come
back in any moment, and he'd take me down and make me cum. But
the time drags on and on, and still he didn't come back. Several
times I felt hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples or fingers
being inserted into my asshole, or wet lips and tongues on my
back or neck. Gradually, the vibrations seemed to become more
distant, almost as though I had grown accustomed, or desensitised
to them. Not quite numb, but not as responsive to them as I was
at first. I drift in and out of a stupor, not quite asleep, but
not fully awake. Time stands still, and I no longer wait eagerly
for him to return and sexually satisfy me. I now just wait for
him to return to use me any way he will.

Suddenly, without warning, he is there, releasing my ankles and
my wrists from their bondage. Unable to stand, I slump against
him and feel him ease me down to the soft, carpeted floor. He
removes the belt from between my legs and around my waist, and
takes the vibrator out of me. He brushes the hair back from my
face and asks if I've missed him. I nod, unable to speak as he
caresses my face and runs his hands over my body. I am trembling,
and I realize that my body is responding to his touch in a most
shameless way. I want to beg him to fuck me, but I can't speak.
Without consciously deciding to do so, I part my legs and open
myself up to his gaze and his touch. He gently touches my clit,
which causes me to jump, I am so sensitive by now. Laughing
softly, he inserts a finger into me, asking "Is this what you
want?" Again, I nod, clenching my internal muscles tightly around
his finger, and rubbing against his hand. He begins to move his
fingers in and out of me rhythmically, building my desire higher
and higher, until I am gasping, writhing, ready to climax. I
sense the others in the room gathering close around us. Just as I
approach climax, he withdraws his hand. I whimper in protest, and
grab his hand, trying to place it back within me. He just shakes
me off and tells me to lie still. I have given my promise that I
will be obedient, so I lie still, aching and throbbing and
wanting to be satisfied. I promise myself that at the earliest
opportunity, I will satisfy myself.  He must have read my mind,
or perhaps he interpreted the secret look which may have been
obvious on my face. He asked if I wanted to climax. I nodded,
smiling hopefully. He told me that if I really wanted to climax,
I would have to be very obedient. First, he said, I would have to
get on my hands and knees and crawl to the centre of the room.
Immediately I obeyed his instruction. Now, he said, lie on my
back with my legs spread, which I did. He told me to start
touching myself, beginning with my breasts, and continuing down
to my things and pussy. I stared at him, not believing what he
was saying. He wanted me to touch myself, in front of him and the
others, knowing that somewhere cameras were recording this. In a
stern voice, he commanded, "NOW!" and I shyly, hesitantly started
caressing my breasts, moving my hands slowly down my ribs, across
my stomach, down my thighs, my inner thighs, to that hidden,
moist part of me. As I hesitated, he commanded, "DO IT!", and I
began slow, circular rubbing motions on my clit, and ran my
fingertips over those soft, smooth lips. I began to be very
turned on, and soon it didn't seem to matter who he was watching
me. I grew more and more heated, closer to climax, and could feel
him watching me more intently. Soon, the thought of their
watching me seemed to increase my excitement, and I felt myself
open up to them even more. I held the lips open with one hand,
while my fingers played over my clit and slid inside myself,
pumping in and out with increasing fervour. Closer and closer I
came to climax, and he knew it. Lying there, with my legs open
and my back arched, I played with myself for their entertainment.
Gasping, I came, and after a few minutes, or an eternity, I lay
quietly, exhausted and released in a way I had never known
before.