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Payment For Services Rendered. Chapter 2: The Marionette free porn video
The soft sounds of classical music stirred Christian from a deep sleep. He lay there, wherever there was, and tried to open his eyes. It was like they were glued shut but he relaxed and thought of the most beautiful dream he had last night. He couldn’t remember much of it, his head was hazy and he tried to open his eyes again.
He decided to leave them shut and listen to the music while his memory tried to recall the events of the previous evening. He remembered meeting his work colleagues at the tavern, he had a few drinks to celebrate one of the office girls leaving and then, and then he could not remember much at all.
In fact, he could not remember anything after accepting the shared taxi ride with Chantelle, the girl who was leaving the organization to go overseas. He remembered sitting in the back seat of the taxi. Making small talk about her forthcoming relocation. He remembered arriving at his apartment and leaning over to kiss Chantelle's cheek good night and goodbye, wishing her a safe trip, feeling the softness of her lips and then, and then nothing.
He could not remember anything after that. He could not remember going upstairs, letting himself into the apartment or getting undressed and going to bed.
He remembered the taxi ride. Chantelle, a little tipsy, had drawn herself under his arm and had snuggled into his side. He had liked Chantelle and was sorry she was leaving. He had dated her a few times but nothing came of it and he was surprised when she announced to everyone that she was leaving.
Sometimes he had thoughts of her when he masturbated and her face had come into these thoughts but he never, in his wildest dreams, thought that she had any feelings (sexual or otherwise) toward him. It was purely platonic.
Christian decided that he had slept for long enough and his mental alarm was telling him to wake up and shower. It was a workday and everyone usually went to the pub nearby for Friday drinks. He had a lot to do today and then he could relax tonight. He opened his eyes, blinked and let out a piercing scream.
Leaning over him, with a small glass in her hand, was Chantelle. The glass was filled with clear fluid and Chantelle was holding the glass only centimeters from his face. Christian tried to push the glass away but he could not move his hands, his arms, his body. It felt like he was glued to the bed. But it wasn’t a bed, not his bed, it was a slab of timber that had been covered with a purple velvet blanket.
His mind was screaming out, his body was rising from the bed, his eyes were wide open. He yelled, "what the fuck is happening?"
His head was strapped to the slab and his hands, arms, and legs were strapped with broad leather straps. Someone moved forward and released the wide leather strap from his forehead. His eyes stared at the ceiling and he felt tears welling in his eyes. A feeling of total helplessness swept over him as he tried to move his limbs. His body slumped as if he were a puppet and the puppeteer had cut the strings.
Chantelle stood over him and whispered, "Christian, whatever is the matter, what’s wrong?”
Christian looked up at the beautiful face only inches from his and whispered, "Chantelle what is going on, who the fuck are these people?"
Around the room were several hooded figures. Christian could not make out their faces or their sex. He knew that Chantelle was naked, at least from the waist up. He focused his gaze on her breasts, those perky little globes that he had often visualized when he was masturbating but now he had a full view and he could feel his cock begin to stir.
'What the fuck?' he thought as he felt his cock start to grow.
Chantelle put the glass to his lips and he immediately remembered the taste. It had the taste of aniseed and tasted delicious. The same taste that he had previously tasted in his dream when he dreamt of his Mistress offering him the glass the previous evening. Or was it a dream? Who was the Mistress in the dream? He began to wonder whether he had gone insane and he was recovering in a hospital somewhere.
That was it. He had suffered a medical event and he was in the hospital, perhaps a mental hospital and those around him were doctors and nurses and he was being medicated by Chantelle, but she was not a nurse, she was an Administrative Assistant. This did not make any sense at all.
Chantelle leaned forward and whispered into Christian's ear, "Everything is just fine Christian. There is no need to worry, you are being cared for."
With that, several cloaked figures stepped forward and unclasped the leather straps holding Christian to the table and helped him up, turned him and sat him on the side of the bed. He raised his hands to his eyes and rubbed them, blinked and tried to focus on his surroundings, The room was dimly lit by artificial lights in the form of bulbs in chandeliers to give the impression of a medieval dungeon.
Chains hung from the walls and block and tackle apparatus hung from the ceiling. There were two tiled tables both with leather straps attached ar the head, the armrests, and the feet. Christian looked around at those standing in a circle around the table which he had been laying.
He shook his head and muttered to himself, "What the fuck is going on here?" and shook his head again.
Chantelle was still standing beside the table.
She moved forward and said, "Well Christian, I think I owe you an explanation." She giggled and continued, "You are our new Member and we want to welcome you to our Community. You will be taken to your quarters where you can freshen up and then you can join us in the banquet room where you can eat and meet the rest of the group. But please, finish your drink first."
Christian raised the glass to his lips and drank the rest down. It was not offensive in any way and in fact, was quite refreshing. It tasted strongly of aniseed and Christian thought it might be a Greek drink he had had once. Yes, that was it. It was nonalcoholic but had some form of "pick-me-up" - delicious but not at all intoxicating.
He slid off the bench on to the floor, steadied himself against the bench on which he had been laying and stood upright. Two cloaked attendants help him move forward. As they did he noticed that they were female and they were naked under the cloaks. The cloaks were not heavy but were fashioned to look like medieval monk cloaks. The young women put their arms around his waist to help him and the cloak fell away at the front, revealing full, pink-nippled breasts on both of his helpers. The one on the right moved forward and as she did he glanced at the cloak which had opened completely down the front. She was naked beneath and the mound of her sex was bare.
Christian noticed the beginning of the slit and his gaze lingered as she moved forward, the cloak opening further until he could see the full length of her body. Her breasts were beautifully tilted upward and proudly projected forward. The rose-pink nipples were hard and Christian settled his gaze on the breasts, slowly moving his gaze down over her flat belly, settling on the smooth mound of her pussy.
He checked himself and thought, 'What the fuck are you doing, you idiot?'
Here he was somewhere, with people he did not know, being led who knew where and he was starting to get a hard-on.
He smiled and moved forward, 'whatever was in that drink is sure settling me down,' he thought as he moved away from the bench, his eyes flashing back to the blonde on his right, the one with the beautiful tits and the bare pussy.
He shook his head and resigned himself to whatever was going to happen. It seemed that he was going to have to call in sick. It was a Friday and he will probably receive a reprimand from his boss on Monday.
But, oh well, he felt good.
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