Gang Bang: From peril to threesome

Gang Bang: From peril to threesome Gang Bang: From peril to threesome

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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She of course is always wanting to push it a little further. Once she had me pound her with a strap on while Diego pounded my pussy from behind with the real thing. That was OK; fun even as a one off, but definitely weird. I know she’d like to do me with a strap on, but I’m not ready for that.

Summary

She of course is always wanting to push it a little further. Once she had me pound her with a strap on while Diego pounded my pussy from behind with the real thing. That was OK; fun even as a one off, but definitely weird. I know she’d like to do me with a strap on, but I’m not ready for that.

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Submitted: December 14, 2015

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In our last instalment our heroine had been stopped at the gate as she tried to escape the unpleasantness occurring inside the gang compound and told the price of her freedom was putting out for the two guards. Now read on….

 

I tried a pathetic bluff. “Pablo said I could go. You can’t do that.”

“Sure. You’re stark naked and sneaking out without headlights. Maybe we should check with him or do you just want to share your pussy with us and then we’ll let you go?” His torch continued to flood the length of my naked body and the light reflected back off the side window clearly disclosed the substantial bulge of an erection in is pants.

I was faced with three equally bleak alternatives.

I was desperate enough that if putting out for these two would guarantee my escape, I’d do it and take it as a small price to pay. I’d suffered worse today. But it was maybe five minutes at the absolute most before someone checked why I was taking so long in the bathroom. Then the shit would hit the fan. Unless they both shot their bolt on first contact, we’d be surrounded by the rest of the gang before Sam got his pants down. So what he was actually offering me was a fuck for him and Ben, then getting taken inside, beaten to a pulp and after subjected to the same stuff Sophie and Eve were even now going through.

My second alternative was to just surrender, go back inside, get beaten to a pulp and then get sexually done over. Not much different really.

The third was to run Ben down or push him aside as I just drove away. That was still looking like the best alternative when Sam started rattling the door handle yelling “Out now.” I knew it would take nothing more than him breaking the glass of the side window with the end of his torch for my locking of the door to be rendered otiose.

In that moment, just as I was about to move forward and force Ben out of the way, an extra player came on the scene. A deep loud voice boomed “What’s going on?”  My heart raced. I didn’t immediately recognise the voice, but it seemed a fair assumption that my absence had been discovered and this was the first of the group who would beat me senseless for trying to escape before using my body for their unmentionable and very probably brutal pleasure.

Ben was about to get ruthlessly driven down when a figure emerged from the gloom of the night and added “Leave the lady alone.” Whose voice was that? If it was an innocent passer-by I very much appreciated his intervention, but wondered if I wasn’t now responsible for the terrible beating he would get for interfering.

Sam turned his torch around toward the stranger and there in the dim light I saw Diego’s enforcer; the very same one who’d turned sullen when Diego had denied him the use of my arse earlier today. Next to him was another large guy who I vaguely recalled as one of Diego’s gang; albeit one I’d had no direct contact with.

The pair were formidable enough in appearance that even Sam took a visible step back against the side of my car

The second guy separated off and walked up to Ben, pulling him to the side as the enforcer, virtually ignoring Sam, bent down to my side window and without offering any sign of recognising me or noticing I was stark naked simply said “You’re free to go mam; have a good evening.”

I didn’t wait for a second invitation. With the coast clear I pulled out of the drive and down to the end of the street. In my rear vision mirror I watched as Sam and the enforcer exchanged some words before Diego’s gang mates separated from Sam and Ben and walked off into the gloom again. I wondered if Sam appreciated just how close he’d come to being put in hospital by the enforcer.

So, Diego had sent out some guardian angles to keep an eye on things. I was mighty grateful; although doubted their orders included storming the clubhouse and freeing me if I hadn’t managed to extract myself from it.

At the end of the street I let Sam see me turn in the direction of home, but on the next block I veered away from my usual path. There was no way I was going back to my apartment and as quickly as possible I wanted to pull over somewhere safe. Driving around naked invited unwanted police attention and questions. I needed somewhere where I could put the t shirt and bikini bottoms on and make a call.

Martina’s voice came on the line within a few rings “Hello sweetie. Should I come and collect you now?”

In a way unimaginable to me as I started this day, that night I lay down to sleep in the king size bed at Diego’s home; Martina cuddled against me on one side, Diego on the other. If I should have been kept awake wondering about the fates of my former female gang mates who I’d left being sexually done over by their own gang, I wasn’t. It wasn’t that I didn’t care, just that the day I’d just been through had left too overwhelming to leave me room to do anything but sleep.

If Diego’s plan had been to shatter my old gang, it seemed to work.

The next day Anna turned up in the midst of Diego’s gang; seduced by the charms of Mr Screaming Orgasm as much as she’d been repelled by Pablo’s brutal treatment of her. With her she brought the story of what had happened after I’d left.

When my absence was discovered Pablo had lost it even more than before. Ben and Sam had been brought inside and when it emerged they’d let me drive off because of the intervention of some strangers Pablo had knocked them down and kicked them about the head.

Then he’d told Santiago to take a couple of other guys and go to my apartment and kill me; not just kill me but he wanted my guts and parts of my body horrifically spread around the apartment to turn it into a bloody  mess. To create a message for others who might defy him as he put it.

 Santiago had resisted the idea and before anyone really knew what was happening a violent brawl erupted. The girls and a few of the guys had taken the chance to slip away; releasing Sophie, Eve and Anna in the process.

Anna wasn’t the only turncoat. Over the next few day some additional familiar faces emerged, including a couple of the guys.

Gradually news filtered back of additional developments. A week after that first day Pablo disappeared; suspected to have been murdered by Santiago, who promptly tried to take over the gang. Strange though it is to say, especially since his qualms about killing me essentially created the brawl that broke things up, Santiago was a brutal thug but lacked the people skills that Pablo had; whether that was despite or because of Pablo’s psychopathic tendencies was difficult to say.

The gang that Santiago took over was a shadow of what had been. Pablo’s body was never found. At least that was something Santiago did right.

As for me and my relationship with Diego and Martina, that’s a story of itself.

From Diego I got all the love a girl could ask for, at least in the context of a polygamous relationship, and was able to give it in return. Martina offered a similar love but accepted all I could give back was a close and affectionate friendship; a different love from the one she might have liked.

Diego has a sexual appetite that fully matches his alpha male position in the group; faithful to Martina and myself but happy to take advantage of the fact there are now two girls to share his considerable sexual needs. As he showed on the day I was his sexual slave, he’s a considerate lover; gentle even though he sometimes likes his sex to be intensely physical and passionate. And I might add Martina’s sexual appetite matches her alpha female status too; whether she’s pursuing her hetro side with Diego or her bi side with me.

I’m getting used to the girl on girl side of it. I much prefer it in the context of a three-way tryst. When Diego is part of it, becoming aroused and sexually playful just seems more right than when Martina wants to drag me off for a bit of one on one. It’s not that my body doesn’t respond to her touch – as I said a finger on your clit is a finger on your clit – just that it seems more weird (and the truth is my favourite times are when I get Diego all to myself).

Kissing her, fingering her and being fingered in return and mutual nipple play are things I signed up for in advance. You can add to that using a dildo on her.

She of course is always wanting to push it a little further. Once she had me pound her with a strap on while Diego pounded my pussy from behind with the real thing. That was OK; fun even as a one off, but definitely weird. I know she’d like to do me with a strap on, but I’m not ready for that. Maybe I might let her do me with a dildo one day first; if only because she’s pretty good about getting my g-spot working.

Every night there’s a bit of a tussle about the sleeping arrangements. Diego likes to be between the two girls; Martina often likes to cuddle up into me, which means getting me in the middle. It’s not like they argue or anything, or even acknowledge there’s a tussle going on. There’s just this silent unacknowledged amusing to watch game of positioning between these two alpha gang leading individuals. Like in all good relationships, the outcome is a compromise. About 2/3 the time Diego gets his way. The other third I end up with Martina spooning into my back and fondling my nipple while I’m pushed up against Diego.

There are moments I wonder whether Martina isn’t an outright lesbian rather than truly bi. And then I’ll see her get the hots for Diego in a way you can’t fake and watch them passionately pound each other into a state of sexual exhaustion and know that her feelings for Diego are as deep and as sexually driven as any woman’s could be.

My suspicions that Martina had some sort of sexual fetish about her bikini bottoms have proved to be well founded. During the summer she has just about lived in them; night and day. Always the same high quality brand and style, she has dozens of them. And because she clearly likes me in them too, I now also have dozens of sets of them; and are encouraged by her to wear them as often as she does.

Another one of those amusing tussles between she and Diego in just when in the course of a sexual encounter they come off. Diego likes his sexual partners naked – the earlier the better. Martina usually likes to keep at least the bottoms on well into the foreplay, and whenever she can right through to orgasm; penetration occurring by pulling the crutch aside. And she usually seems to prefer it when mine stay on too.

I don’t much mind either way. Traditionally I was a get naked person, but I must admit these bikini bottoms do feel nice and certainly enhance the feel of some contact on your clit; I do get Martina’s fetish even if I don’t fully share it. And as always with these two, the end result is a compromise; like Martina herself – a bit each way.

But also as I suspected on the first day, the bikinis she wears had a very important second purpose. She looks stunning in them. The cut of their bottoms highlights the cuteness of her butt and the slide tri top has just the right amount of material to show off her impressive breasts without just looking tartish. And since that’s all she normally wears at the clubhouse and in most other circumstances too, it what the gang mostly see her in.

If Diego uses his natural authority supported by his intellect and strength to back up his leadership of the gang, Martina uses her sexuality to keep the males in her complete thrall in assisting him in that role and acting as his deputy. She has virtually made sexual slaves of the lot of them; not slaves who ever get any action. They are just slaves who are reduced to drooling messes in her presence; visibly, desiringly aroused but unable to do anything about it. They want to just bask in her attention when it is directed their way and to do that follow her every wish.

She knows it and plays it for all it’s worth. Sometimes when she’s addressing one she’ll put a hand on his shoulder while looking him straight in his eyes as she talks to him. You can just see even the most brutal thug reduced to the hope even that minimal amount of physical contact means she thinks “he’s special”, somehow worthy of that little bit more closeness even while he’s desperately trying not just to stare down at her breasts as they spill out of her bikini top.

And her knockout play – one that can get her any co-operation she needs – is on more casual situations to take a guy’s hand and hold it against the bare flesh of the side of her slim waist as she talks to him. The way she does it is just completely natural; apparently just a friendly bit of intimacy to capture their attention of the person she’s talking to and devoid of any come on. But most guys she does it too just melt; becoming instantly captive to her.

Of course none of that would work if she didn’t share Diego’s obvious intellect. It probably also helps that she could knock most of them down with her martial arts skills if she needed to and that enough of them would have seen her in her crazy mode to know she’s not to be messed with.

Where does that leave me?

Well I may not have Martina’s confidence or even think I’m quite the knockout she is; but I know I look alright too and she’s a great example to follow in how to use your looks to improve your status in the gang. She encourages us to act like a pair of twins; strutting around the clubhouse in our bikinis and fooling around like a pair of teenagers. I might be the one playing second fiddle, and I certainly don’t try to exercise any authority about gang matters, but she’s not scared to share with me the status that comes from being Diego’s girl.

Martina is teaching me some of her martial arts skills. While she’s a good teacher, there’s also no doubt she uses it for her sexual enjoyment. I don’t know how she does it, but we both always seem to lose our bikini tops during the lessons and most of them end with her pinning me to the floor with a hold that entails a fair amount of intimate body entanglement. Then she plants a kiss on my lips or nipples and is all too happy to start a full on session if no one is likely to walk into the gym while we’re there.

For a straight girl like me it’s all taking a bit of adjustment. There are massive upsides in that Diego is a straight A hunk and life generally is pretty good; getting the benefit of gang membership while being insulated in my ignorance from all the shitty and violent side that normally is part of it. Being the sexual plaything satisfying Martina’s bi-side is another matter altogether.

Still when you compare the alternative Pablo had planned for me of having my innards and body parts spread around my apartment, it’s an easy choice.


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