Drugged Into Submission, page 6
Hannah was the only one in the dining room, finishing a cup of coffee. "Good morning, I hope you slept well."
"Very contently," Brooke lied. She looked at her, not seeing in her what she saw in her dream. In her dream, Michael had his fingers inside her naked pussy, and she was cumming for him as Brooke made her husband cum in her hand. It must be abstinence that was driving the sexual dreams in her head, but they did temporarily quench the sexual lust she had been feeling since she came her. She couldn't wait for Keith to come to take her home and make love to her. She only hoped he would be as good as he was in her dream.
Charles appeared out of nowhere, a glass of orange juice in his hand. "I have a delicious salmon for lunch, Brooke. Shall I bring you some?"
"Yes, thank you, I'm ravenous." She picked up the orange juice, feeling it slide down into her stomach as it wet her parched lips. She drank the whole thing before she felt the warmth in her belly again. She felt her body begin to glow, none more than between her legs. She felt better as Hannah stayed and talked to her while Brooke ate the best-tasting salmon she ever ate. It was so light and tender, finding she was hungrier than she thought. They began to talk about men, husbands to be exact.
"Is Keith a good lover?"
Brooke was startled for a moment by the question; people just didn't talk about their sex lives. She didn't say anything.
"Michael is. He has such a big prick. Once he made me cum three times before I made him stop."
She said it so casually, that Brooke didn't think much about it and if her dream was accurate, Michael did have a big prick. Her fingers couldn't even curl around the shaft, but she knew better than tell Hannah that she knew her husband intimately.
"Keith is my only lover," she finally spit out, the second glass of orange juice beginning to course through her veins again. "I'm sexually shy. He is teaching me, but I'm reluctant."
If she only knew that she had two lovers now and more coming. Gino had told Hannah how she acted in her drugged state. Nothing like the virgin wife that sat here. "You just need a strong man that won't take no for an answer."
"Keith is gentle and respectful of me." She said it as an observation.
"Maybe he just gives you too many choices. Sometimes a girl just needs to be taken without her permission, forced to perform acts that she would consider perverse."
"Is that what Michael is like?" Brooke felt the wetness returning between her legs. The conversation was making her excited, almost in anticipation. But what am I anticipating?
"Michael and Stephen. They both take what they want from women. There has never been a father and son that share as much as they do."
Brooke was afraid to ask what they share. Was it Hannah? Brooke had seen the way Stephen looked at Hannah, just as he did when he took off Brooke's robe and looked at her in the lingerie. He might be seventy, but he was as virile as his son. "They are both exciting men."
"Yes, they are." Hannah looked at her watch. "What are you going to do this afternoon?"
"I though I would just relax. Do you mind if I look around the house?" Brooke didn't want to barge into anything private.
"You can go anywhere you want, Brooke. We don't keep secrets here. Make sure you look at the grounds. Gino can show you around. His hands make everything blossom."
Gino scared her in a sexual way. He was the type that your mother tried to keep you away from, yet you were always attracted to. Luckily, Brooke never ventured that close in her childhood. Brooke could still feel the thorns of the rose stem between her thighs and remembered his exact words. "How would you like the rose stem between your naked lips while you walked? Or between your buttocks, the slightest movement making the thorns pierce your flesh. I think you would be dripping wet."
"I wouldn't miss it," Brooke remarked. She would seek him out. Maybe he would show up in her dreams. She had seen the bulge in his pants, imaging what that would be like inside her. Like her dream last night, Keith's cock feeling much bigger than it really was. Was he small and men were more like Michael's cock in my dream? She couldn't understand how all her thoughts seemed to be sexual lately.
It was already one-thirty when she finished with lunch. She went to the living room, relaxing on the couch and reading a magazine as her lunch digested. After an hour, she got up, feeling better. Charles had been attentive as usual; always a cold drink to wet her lips and warm her loins. She got enough nerve to go out back, exiting through the doors of her bedroom. She couldn't believe how big the grounds were, Brooke walking so far that she could barely see the house, yet the lawns were all manicured, the flowers cut and blooming. Gino was miraculous.
"Hello, Brooke."
She jumped when she heard the voice, expecting to run into Gino, yet it still scared her when she did. "Hello, Gino. I was admiring your handiwork. You are truly gifted." She looked at him, his shirt unbuttoned almost to his waist, jeans pulled tightly over his powerful thighs, but her gaze kept returning to the prominent bulge in his pants. She still couldn't believe a man could be that big, especially when he wasn't hard. His hands were callused and dirty, but it was the size that intrigued her. They were big enough to engulf one of her breasts in one hand. She could almost feel it.
"Let me show you around. I have some interesting species of plants that are not native to New England." He looked at her cute ass packed in the tight skirt and the pert tits that stood out so pointed that you could cut yourself on her nipples, the sweater molded around her womanly flesh.
His eyes raped her body as they walked, but it was the first time that someone had looked at her that way. She found her hips swaying seductively as she walked, walking close to him until she could smell him, the unbridled masculinity wafting up her nose. They walked farther from the house, but he showed her flowers that were unbelievable. She never knew anyone that talented with horticulture. Maybe there was more to Gino than just his handsome manhood. She had been walking for over an hour when he stopped.
"You wanna sit down for a moment. You look tired."
"I can't get my skirt dirty," the grassy slope the only place to sit.
"Just a moment." He disappeared for a moment, coming from behind a clump of trees carrying a blanket. "I was just working there when I saw you. All my stuff is there." He spread out the blanket on the ground. "That should be good."
She was surprised that it was such a clean blanket. Not what one would have used doing gardening. She had no choice or really didn't want one. She sat down, though it was difficult with the short skirt, a lot of leg revealed, and it wasn't lost on Gino. She saw that he also had a rose in his hand, a long-stem red rose. She couldn't help but notice the thorns on it. Or the bulge in his pants, bigger now.
"Smoke?" Gino held out one of Hannah's joints.
"Okay," though she shouldn't, but she had never been with a bad boy.
It came back to Brooke that Michael had helped her learn how to smoke the cigarette. He had kissed her and blew the smoke in her mouth. Did he also tongue me or was that my imagination? And the soft lips, were they really Hannah's. She wished Gino would teach her to smoke, but she was too nervous and shy to say anything. She put it in her mouth as Gino lit it, drawing the smoke deeply into her lungs, holding her breath for as long as she could before she blew out the blue smoke. She was surprised how much smoother this was or was she just more experienced. "Smooth."
Gino took two tokes of it and then passed it back to Brooke. She filled her lungs twice before she gave it back, the cigarette just a snub now. "It's laced with cocaine so it cuts the harshness."
The blue sky looked so pretty, Brooke staring up as a bird flew by, never seeing so many colors on one bird. Her head was ablaze with bright lights and psychedelic colors that danced in her brain. Yet at the same time she was so alert, able to smell the masculinity of Gino even though he wasn't that close. She could even smell her arousal, her pussy growing wet as Gino looked at her. She didn't know how or why but suddenly she was lying back on the blanket, starting up at the beautiful trees and sky. All of the clouds looked like animals, Brooke able to make out shapes from each puffy white cloud.
Gino looked down at the young wife, just as he did last night in her bedroom. He remembered how he made her cum twice with his cock. He would love to do it again out here, but there were already plans for her today, but he did have a few minutes to play with her.
She felt something rubbing against the inside of her leg then she felt a prick of her skin. She looked up to see Gino staring down at her, an evil grin on his face. In his hand was the rose, and he had pushed it between her legs as she lay relaxed. She should stop him, but she didn't. All that did was encourage him, feeling the rose slip up higher.
"Spread your legs." His voice gave her no choice. He didn't have to wait long until she obeyed, but her skirt was too tight to be able to spread them very far. "Pull your skirt up to your waist."
She didn't know why she did it. Yes, she did. He was demanding it from her, just as Hannah had said. She had to do what he said. She spread her legs, but the short skirt was too tight. She knew if she tried to pull it up, she would probably tear it, afraid of how that would look when she walked back. Instead, she sat up, her body wobbly as she reached to the side of the skirt and pulled the zipper down. She slipped the skirt off her legs, folding it neatly next to her and then laid back down on the blanket. She looked up at him, suddenly realizing what he wanted. She spread her legs. Wide. She could feel her panties pulling over her mound, sure that she was exposing a lot to his eyes, and his eyes were looking, not even seeing her as he stared at her spread legs. Her panties grew soaked. She almost wished she could take off her sweater, too. Maybe he would touch her nipples and make them hard. Or pinch them. The rose stem moved again, this time sliding up and down on the naked flesh that was revealed where her stockings ended up to the edge of her panties and her mound. She could feel the scratches from the thorns as he twisted the stem to make sure that she received the full advantage of the sharp thorns.
She was so compliant, almost as much as last night, but this time there was no doubt that it was him, not her wimpy husband that was doing this to her. She spread her legs in the middle of the lawn, the sun shining brightly, Gino eyeing the pussy that he had fucked last night. If only she knew he had already seen and tasted all that she had. He rubbed the stem up and down her thighs, tiny scratches appearing where the thorns did their evil work. He found the sensitive skin where her leg met her torso, pressing one thorn into her flesh until he heard the pop as it pierced her flesh. She jerked in pain but didn't cry out. He removed the stem, the puncture leaking her pretty red blood. He put the thorn that punctured her flesh to her lips, her tongue snaking out of her mouth and licking off the red blood.
It felt like it was piercing her soul as the thorn found her sensitive skin. She couldn't help jerking in pain, but she suppressed the cry of pain. He wouldn't like that. She knew that for some reason. She tasted her own blood as she licked the rose stem, wishing it was his cock instead. She would have loved for him to climb on her and force his cock into her mouth and make her suck it until she swallowed his cum. She would despise doing it, but it would also excite her.
She felt his strong, callused fingers on her thigh, rubbing up until he reached the edge of her panties. He grabbed the edge of the silky panties and pushed them aside until Brooke felt the heat of the sun on her naked mound. He was staring at her naked pussy with her legs spread, and she did nothing but lie there.
"Hold your panties to the side so I can cut the stem and prepare it for you." One of her small hands moved down, feeling her soft hand on his as she grabbed the panties from him and kept it pulled open. He took out a small knife and cut a three-inch piece of the stem, making sure it was littered with thorns. Then he did a second one, finding a piece of the stem that had three thorns close together. He left them in the center as he cut another three-inch piece.
"Open your pussy lips so I can place this inside. I want you to leave them there until you go upstairs to change for dinner. Only then can you take them out. Do you understand, Brooke?"
She nodded her head, but her fingers were busy, keeping her panties pulled to the side as she peeled back her pussy lips until the red flesh of her inner lips were exposed, ready to accept the sharp thorns.
Her pink lips were red, abused by his hard fuck, but they would stay that way as they used her. Gino could see the juices that sparkled in the sunlight, her blonde hairs covered with dewdrops of her arousal. He placed the stem between her lips, Brooke releasing her lips as they curled possessively around the evil stem. Gino made sure it was secure, pinching her lips together until her body jerked in pain as one of the thorns found her vulnerable flesh. He let the panties cover her pussy, but not before he pinched her lips together one more time. He patted her pussy. "Good girl, Brooke. You like to obey, don't you?"
She couldn't answer or want to. All of her attention was centered on the thorns between her pussy lips and the lingering touch of Gino's powerful hands on her naked sex. She almost came when he squeezed her lips in his powerful fingers. She wanted to close her legs and squeeze her pussy and felt the sharp points dig into her flesh. All for him.
"Turn over, I have one more."
Brooke forgot about the other one, or maybe she was trying to forget that one. In her dream last night, Keith had tongued her back there, Brooke never realizing how erogenous it was until he did. She didn't know how he could do such a thing, but after all, it was a dream. This wasn't. She turned over. She hesitated, but then she spread legs.
"That won't work. Close them."
She didn't know why, but she closed her legs, slowly lowering her mound onto the hard ground in front of her, her hips sliding side to side until she found a comfortable spot, if you could call it comfortable, the stem between her pussy lips digging painfully into her flesh each time she moved.
It looked like she was making love to the ground, but he knew it was the stem that she was fucking. Maybe he should make her take one all the way inside her pussy with another one snaked through her tight ass hole and into her guts. He could imagine her muscles forced to clench on the thorns as they passed through her anal ring and pussy. He reached over and pulled down her panties until her naked ass was revealed. She might be shamed by what he was seeing, but he saw much more last night as his hands grew her cheeks apart as he fucked her hard.
Her ass was naked, his eyes burning onto her bottom. She felt shamed at what he was making her do.
"Reach back with both hands and pull your cheeks apart and keep them open." He would get a great view of her virgin ass hole. Stephen would claim that, but she would still be tight by the time he got to her and nothing could take his cock with ease. Her tiny fingers pulled her cheeks slowly apart as if she were teasing him, but he let her play her game. "More, wider, Brooke. Show me that little brown ass hole." He could almost see her face turning red in shame as he described her ass hole.
Her buttocks fought her fingers, but she finally pulled them apart, feeling the gentle breeze make her pucker open and close spastically. He didn't say anything or do anything for long minutes. She had to suffer the humiliation of exposing her backside to his raping eyes. Finally, she felt it, almost thankful when the first thorn scratched at her anus, the sharp prick shooting directly into her bowels. It was so sensitive, but Gino pushed the rose stem between her cheeks. She released them then felt the excitement as his hands squeezed her cheeks together, working the stem inside the pillow of flesh. He kept her cheeks clenched together, but with the other hand, he pulled and pushed the stem up and down until her anus was rubbed painfully by the numerous thorns that covered the tiny hole.
He pulled up her panties, but not before he enjoyed the sound of his hand striking her naked ass flesh. "Turn over."
She turned over, but it took a while before she could settle her ass onto the ground. Each movement sent the stems rocking between her lips and cheeks. She looked at the bulge in Gino's pants, his organ straining beneath the tightly molded jeans. It excited her that she could do such a thing to a man that wasn't her husband.
"Put your skirt on, don't want you lying out her immodestly, Brooke. What kind of gentlemen would you think I am?"
She struggled with the skirt, every movement forcing the thorns into her intimate flesh. By the time she took them out, her inner flesh would be torn from their harshness. Gino began to talk about flowers again, as if he hadn't seen her naked pussy or her ass hole or placed sharp thorns between her pussy lips and buttocks.
It was getting late, and it was going to be a long, painful walk back to the house.
"If you hurry, Stephen is watching his home movies at five. I set up the camera so I know it for a fact. Let him go in, and then watch from the doorway. He doesn't usually close it."
"Family movies?"
"His visitors. Like you. You will learn a lot about Stephen, Michael and Hannah and maybe something about yourself. Just don't let him see you or he will discipline you. He loves to discipline young wives."
Gino watched as she walked off, tiny steps that rubbed and chafed her intimate flesh with his prize roses. Hannah was correct when she picked this one. She would be subjugated by the time they finished with her, and she would learn to love it. Gino wondered how her husband would react to his wife accepting anyone's cock in her mouth, pussy and rectum.
Every step was painful but exciting at the same time. Reasoning said she should take the stems out, Gino would never know, but she felt a perverse desire to please him, even if he didn't know. By the time she reached the house, the pain was gone, replaced by a strange tingling, her pussy soaking her panties. She walked quietly down the hallway, taking the side hallway just before Stephen's library. She looked at her watch, five minutes to five.
It wasn't long before Stephen came down the hall, Brooke hiding in the shadows as he passed by. He was wearing a robe. Was he going to change for dinner, more of a formal affair here at his home? She waited a minute before she looked around the corner, the coast clear. She snuck up to the door, Gino correct, the door opened slightly. Brooke could see the back of Stephen's head, his back to her, staring at a large white screen that was pulled down from the ceiling. The lights dimmed suddenly and the motor of the projector scared her for a moment. The screen suddenly came alive with the picture of a young girl.
