Screaming surprises

"Pay attention." Y, clicks his fingers in front of Sophia's face. Trying hard to get her to focus. "Listen to me. There's going to be some surprises here. I need you to promise me you won't scream. OK?"

Fear trickles through her veins. This is bad enough for her. What else could there be? Why is he whispering. But she knows to play the part. Looking into his chiselled face, she connects with his sparkling blue eyes beneath his glasses. She nods her head in agreement.

Malik walks up. His feet slamming against the concrete ground. "What the fuck you talking to her about?"

"Malik! Fuck off! I will beat the shit out of you in front of everybody. Don't try me."

It was strange really. Malik seemed rough, hard edges. If she were to guess who was in charge here, she'd of said Malik. Y, seemed quiet, quaint. He wore a button up cardigan over his t-shirt, and thick rimmed glasses. He seemed like the nerd. The brains behind everything.

They were alone again. Malik took heed of the warning.

"Good girl." Y whispered. "Johnnys going to have a bit of time with you now, it'll be less harsh on your body. Remember what I said about the surprises."

Then he stood up and walked away. She held a lot of worry about Y. He obviously wasn't what he seemed.

Johnny was the next to turn up beside her. He held a glass of water out for her, and she snatched it out of his hand and tugged it down gratefully.

"So, hot stuff. How do you want to this. Ya want the chains off? I can't wait to hear your moans. I wanna make you come so bad."

He didn't wait for her reply, but unconnected the loose chains around her wrists. He removed the clamps from her nipples and settled between her legs.

Sophia wasn't a stupid women. She knew there was no point in stating what she wanted. She was safest with Johnny. She knew that. She'd try and keep him happy.

His mouth was around her sore swollen nipple. He was gentle. Licking and sucking the nub, he moaned. She actually enjoyed it. It was nice. Felt good.

He pushed a single finger into her juices and keeping and a slow steady pace, slid the digit in and out of her wet hole.

She moaned, and slid a hand into his sandy hair pushing him to her tit. His head shot up to look her in the eyes. "Actually Sophia. You're not allowed to do that."

Her whimper of disappointment sounded in his ears. "Aww babe." A big cheeky grin suddenly lit up his face. "Ok, you can do it. Let's break the rules." Then he bent his head back to her nipple.

His fingers working her pussy and his mouth on her nipple, she began moaning more and more. She's enjoying it again.

She'll happily play the slut now she's at this stage. Johnny, left her nipple and licked his way up her neck to her ear. "Wanna suck my cock?" He heavily whispered.

She quickly nodded her head. Of course she did.

Johnny shot up quickly. He was eager for a blow job, from the Queen of the cocks.

She got to her knees as he sprung his hard cock from his jeans. This was her best bit. If she had to pick a sexual speciality it would be this. Sucking cock.

She slowly wrapped her plump lips around the tip of his dick, and circled him with her tongue.

"Aaaahhhh." His moan came quick. "Play with your pussy Sophia."

She spreads her knees on the hard ground and using all four fingers she rubs her soaking slit, collecting the juices on her fingers.

She moved her hand away from her pussy, the juices making her fingers shine. Then proceeded to wipe the wet sticky liquid onto the length of Johnny's cock. He moans loudly as she does it.

She takes her hand back down and starts to slowly fuck herself and slides the length of his cock into her throat. She holds him there and swallows her own juices from his hard dick. "Aaah. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck."

She still had it. He pushes her head away from him, releasing his cock from her throat. The need to come far too great to allow her to continue.

"Turn around, I'm gonna fuck you so good." She turns. Her back to him, she leans on her forearms, pushing her arse towards the roof.

He doesn't take long. There's no hesitation. He slowly pushes his dick into her hole, slowly inch by inch. She moans. She wants it faster. Pushing back against him she forces the full length into her. He moans.

"Get up on your knees." She does it slowly, pressing her back against his chest. He wraps her arms around his neck, and she clasps her hands there.

Then he begins. He fucks her at an average pace, and her moans and whimpers reach him quickly. This is what he wants.

He uses his mouth at her neck, he licks and kisses her there, and then adds to the sensations with one finger at her clit. He rubs in slow round circles. She can feel the need to squirt, but it's a slow build. She loves the chase of an orgasm.

Sophia rocks against him. Trying to force him faster, her moans loud and ready for release. He doesn't speed up, and she's happy when she feels another set of hands roughly grasp her tits.

She opens her eyes to see Malik there. He's grabbing her round tits with a roughness that should be painful, but she's at that place. That place where she wants it. A bit of pain only adds to her excitement.

He looks mad. He grabs her nipples and squeezing them, he twists. She feels the sharp pain, but with Johnny slowly fucking her and teasing her clit, it's not enough to hurt. And she makes a sound between a squeal and a moan.

Malik stands and quickly pulls out his cock before stuffing the length into her open moaning mouth. "I hope you fucking choke bitch."

She happily takes his full cock. He fucks her face like it's his last chance to come. She doesn't choke. She doesn't gag. She moans. Her orgasm so close. He holds his cock in place waiting for her to struggle, but she doesn't.

Her mouth tightens around him as she squirts. Her juices spraying up his calves.

He pulls his cock away from the warmth of her mouth and then slaps her face hard.

She cries out at the impact. The sudden commotion in the room, forces her to open her tearing eyes.

Johnny comes right before she sees Y crash his fist into Malik's face. He lies on the floor in a crumpled heap.

"She needs a break. Someone get Malik chained for the next task."

Y storms towards her and sets her to her feet with a rough grasp on her arm.

She's dragged through the hall towards a small room as Malik is stood and forced into the chains. His roars of unwillingness loud.

They're alone in the small room and Y marches her to a door. He shoves a white fabric bag over her head, and she squeals in surprise. "I fucking warned you to stay quiet!"

He lifts her over his shoulder and she feels the cold air on her naked body as she hears the loud slamming of the door.

When she's thrown into the car, she struggles to right herself to the sound of tyres squealing.

"Don't take the fucking bag off! I'll take it off soon for you!"

After fifteen minutes of a drive the bag is ripped from her head. She quickly glances at Y, and then outside to see where they are. She doesn't recognise the location.

She looks across at the man that had taken her. The man, only known as Y.

"Why-"

"Shut up." he tells her. His voice warning her not to argue.

He takes his glasses off, opens the window and lets them drop to the passing Road.

He then strips himself of the cardigan and chucks it to her. "Put that on."

She complies. Her body cold. She looks him over. She was right to be wary. As he watches her in silence, she comes to the realisation that he doesn't even look like the same man.

He no longer looks the nice quiet, nerd. He looks powerful. His body showing strong defined abs his cardigan had concealed.

She wonders, should she be scared? Worried?

Or should she be grateful? He saved her from Malik at least.