Chapter 11

It was after eleven when they got in the car for the forty five minute ride home. Eddie let Mike drive and sat in the back with Sheila and Emily -- Sheila in the middle. There were a half-dozen things he thought about doing to Sheila, but he contented himself with peeling the latex off her breasts while discussing the events of the day with Emily, who assisted by loosening Sheila's corset.

After a bit, Emily leaned across in front of Sheila and said, "Rusty?"

"Yeah?" Eddie leaned forward to hear.

"You were hot today, Man -- and I mean ALL day!" Emily reached out and pulled him to her lips. Eddie, surprised, rose to the challenge.

"Hey!" Sheila whined.

"What?" Emily broke the kiss.

"I put up with all that stuff!"

"So? You don't want him, do you?" Emily asked tartly.

"I -- Maybe."

"Maybe isn't good enough," Eddie told her. "It's yes or no. You already told me no..."

"Well..." Sheila huffed in frustration. "I..."

"Can't make up your mind?" Eddie finished for her, frowning. "You're a basket case -- you know that? Want me to make up your mind for you?"

"I..."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Obviously, you're dependent already. Emily, do you have that bag of stuff over there?"

"Sure."

"Get me the blindfold, will you?"

Emily grinned. "Okay."

Eddie fitted the blindfold over Sheila's eyes. "All right -- we're gonna see how you do with a little sensory deprivation. You know, when you're missing a sense, the others try to make up for it, don't you?"

"Yes." 'Now what?'

Eddie pinned her wrists. "Tilt your head to the right." Sheila did so, and he leaned up and ran his lips over her neck. "Like that?"

Sheila was covered in goosebumps. "Y -- yes."

"Now tilt your head to the left," Eddie directed, and waved for Emily to do her other side. "Any different?"

"Uhnh!"

Eddie and Emily grinned at one another. "By the time we get home, you'll have made up your mind, I think," he declared. "Let's get the corset off. Lean forward..." Sheila did as she was told...

For the next fifteen minutes, Eddie and Emily took turns torturing her -- and sometimes did it together, like when they each took a breast to suckle and chew. They licked her, they stroked her, they tickled her -- basically, they turned her into jelly! When Eddie barked, "Spread your legs!" Sheila didn't even think -- she just did it! Emily took one over her left and pinned it, and Eddie took the other over his right -- and then, with them held open, two sets of fingers dove for her pussy! Eddie pushed her bound hands up and kept her from retracting them while he slid two fingers into her soaking cunt; Emily fingered her clitoris. "Kiss me, you silly bitch!" Eddie demanded, leaning in and taking her lips. Sheila moaned into his mouth; his fingers were working up a froth in her pussy while Emily kept the pump working by buffeting her clitoris. "Now, do you want sex?" Eddie demanded.

"Yes!"

"Do you give a fuck who with?"

Sheila almost said no, but caught herself, "You! Please!"

"I'm busy."

"Noooo!"

"Okay, I'll think about it. Give Emily a kiss..."

"B -- but..."

"NOW!" he snarled, and Sheila went questing blindly. Emily met her lips. "Suck her tongue!" Eddie ordered.

Sheila broke contact. "I don't do girls!"

"Correction -- you DIDN'T do girls!" Eddie told her. "You lost your shot at me by myself, so you have to share with Emily. NOW SUCK FACE!" Emily leaned in and facilitated things and Sheila did as she was told.

"Wow! He's tough!" Lois remarked from her perch in the front seat, grinning.

"Guess so," Mike agreed. "Do you need that?"

"Maybe, occasionally," Lois replied. "I guess we'll have to see."

"Fine by me..."

At the apartment, Sheila got led, blind and naked, all over the parking lot before she was allowed to go in. "You'll have boyfriends now," Eddie remarked. "They'll be knocking on the door looking for you!"

"Oh, Gawd!" was all Sheila managed; she was a wreck.

They led her into her room and finally undid the handcuffs. "Don't touch the blindfold!" Eddie directed, flicking her belly with the flogger -- just enough to warn her.

"Okay! I won't!" Sheila cried.

"Okay, I won't, WHAT?" Eddie corrected her.

"Okay, I won't, MASTER!"

Eddie sighed. "She's slow, but she gets there. Crawl over here and open up my pants..." Sheila was soon fumbling with Eddie's fly. When she had it open and his pants pushed down some, Eddie wormed the rest of the way out and stepped forward, rubbing his erection against Sheila's face. "You know what to do, right?"

"Yes, Master!" Thoroughly cowed and flinching from gentle flicks of the flogger on her back, Sheila started sucking.

"I guess I'm gone," Emily muttered.

"No way. Come here and help me break her," Eddie replied. Turning to Lois and Mike, who were standing in the doorway, he added, "You guys can watch -- the more people see her, the better."

Mike grimaced. "I dunno."

Emily turned to him. "What's the worry? Look, she's had six hours to throw a shit-fit and bail. Deep down, she KNOWS this isn't some desperate situation that she can't get out of -- for one thing, we're all her friends! This is all about whether she's a subbie or not -- how far she's willing to go to have someone else there to protect her and see to her needs -- and she's ALREADY let it go on too long to bullshit anyone..."

Lois took Mike's hand. "It's okay, really. This is about getting her to admit it to herself, so she can move on, knowing what she wants."

Sheila was listening, somewhat hurt that everyone in the room was talking about her as if she wasn't there. What they were saying kind of stung, too... She backed off from sucking Master Rusty's cock -- an oddly comforting activity -- to say, "I was just playing along..."

A hand slid along her cheek, under her hair, and Master Rusty's voice said gently, "We know, Honey. Question is, do you know why? Do what you're supposed to be doing while you think about it." He pulled her head forward gently and she re-engaged his cock, willingly.

Emily was hovering over the pair, eyes glowing as she watched Sheila suck on his cock. "You know, Rusty -- that's a nice one..."

"Thanks!" Eddie grinned. "I'll save you some. First, though, why don't you get comfortable and then help me with Sheila? She'll pay it back, I promise..."

"Okay." Emily started climbing out of her clothing -- what little there was of it.

"This is hot..." Lois mumbled in a congested voice.

"What do you want to do about it?" Mike whispered.

"If you want to stand over there next to your roommate..." Lois let it hang.

"Are you sure you want to get into this?" Mike asked.

"You'll take care of me," Lois replied confidently. "Besides, I've done groups before -- just not friendly ones."

"I really haven't..." Mike muttered.

"Sweetie, if it's a problem..."

Mike didn't want Lois to get the wrong idea. "I'm talking in general -- it has nothing to do with you!"

"In my experience," Lois said calmly, reaching down to rub his erection through his pants, "guys don't have any problem with group scenes."

"Umm, Eddie, if you don't mind, we'd like to play -- sort of off- side..." Mike raised his voice.

"Sure." Eddie grinned.

Lois went and sat on the bed and got out of her outfit, then settled on her knees before Mike, who had gone ahead and divested himself of his clothing, too. Eddie had tossed off what he had left on, too, which put everyone at full nudity. "I'm right next to you, Sheila," she whispered.

Sheila backed off long enough to say, "Thanks." Apparently, they were all one happy family; Emily was playing with Sheila's nipples from behind and Lois was on her right, making some serious sucking noises on Mike... She wished that she could see -- but she was a little scared of the whole idea... Dammit, they were right! She COULD have raised Hell earlier -- at just about ANY time -- and a little swat from something shouldn't have stopped her. But she let Master Rusty run all over her -- why?

Because it was exciting -- that's why. Because she could let someone else make her decisions for her -- that was another big reason. And, maybe most important, because she was hungry for those occasional words of approval...

... Speaking of which... "Tell me what you want from me, Master."

"Spread your legs, Honey," Eddie told her, and made a little finger flicking motion with his hand. Emily nodded and reached between Sheila's legs from behind, hunting for her clit.

"MMPH!" Sheila gurgled as Emily made contact. "MMMMM!"

Eddie was glancing over at Lois -- her crotch, in particular. "Does it work?" he asked calmly. Lois looked a little nervous and diffident, so he added, "I think it's way cool..."

Lois backed off Mike's cock and said, "Not really. It's real sensitive, but I had an operation, so I don't have anything to ejaculate with."

Eddie nodded. "Are you going the whole route, then?"

"Yes."

"Very cool. Is it sensitive, at least?"

"Um hum..." Lois was back on Mike's cock.

Eddie threw a glance at Emily, and she scooted over so she could worm between the other two -- and reached into BOTH of their laps! "I hope this doesn't ruin our living arrangement," Emily muttered, applying fingers to Sheila's clit AND Lois' flesh.

"Things are about to get shaken up, anyway, I figure," Eddie remarked. "Lois has Mike -- and vice-versa -- and I suspect that I'm going to be busy, too. Who knows how it will all shake out... ?"

Thirty seconds later, Sheila was visibly vibrating and making "Oog!" noises around Eddie's cock. "Now, Honey," Eddie asked, "Would you like to fuck?"

"Mmm hmm!" Sheila hummed around his shaft.

"You have to do what I tell you, or I'll stop..." Eddie warned. "If you get balky, I walk away, and Emily gets it, if she wants it."

"Okay." Sheila groaned.

"Get up on the bed -- put your butt at the edge," Eddie directed, "And lift your legs."

Sheila stumbled up and fumbled for the bed, settled herself, and rocked back. "Like this?"

"Like this WHAT?"

"Like this, Master?"

"Yeah, like that." Eddie stepped up, ran his cock along her wet gash topped by a Mohawk of honey-blonde fuzz, and slid forward into her.

"Uuh!" Sheila grunted, thinking, 'Wow!' as Eddie stopped short when one of her inner lips caught in his shaft and backed up. Then he came forward again, burying another couple of inches before the situation repeated itself. Finally, he was balls deep.

"How is that?"

"Wonderful!" Sheila gasped. Sheila liked sex -- and she was pretty, so it was available to her -- but she was a coward about it, which limited her appreciation of the act. It took getting high on something for her to open the door to a guy -- and that interfered with both her response and her ability to enjoy sex. Eddie had heard rumors that Sheila was a dead lay, but the way she had danced on Emily's fingers said otherwise -- and the movements she was making on his embedded cock agreed with the latter assessment.

"Okay, we're gonna get serious, then, but first -- Emily, climb up and sit on Sheila's face..." Eddie directed.

"Master!" Sheila protested.

"What did I tell you?" Eddie reproved, starting a withdrawal.

"Noooo!" Sheila wrapped her legs around his waist. "I'll be good!"

"Yes, you will!" Eddie agreed. "Em, take the mask off -- she won't see much around you, anyway..."

Emily nodded. The first thing Sheila saw in nearly an hour was Emily's evil grin; the second, the droopy inner lips of Emily's twat.

Eddie gave Sheila five quick strokes and stopped. "I want to hear from Emily how good you are at licking a pussy..."