Chapter IV:

Beth rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated grin as a fresh bout of moaning began from the backseat.

“Haven’t you teased him enough?”

“Nope,” the bright reply came, and Emily giggled as her hand gripped Mark’s chastity cage again. The poor boy had been receiving her attentions almost nonstop since they had departed Jen and Jess’ house. His strict fetish maid outfit and bondage made it impossible for him to do anything other than sit still and take Emily’s ministrations. Mark’s eyes flitted about, trying to figure out some way of staving off more attention, but Emily was hardly going to be dissuaded by his plaintive cries.

It wasn’t every day that Mark, who always had a clever remark or confident expression, was reduced to such a submissive horny bondage slut. And Emily intended to take full advantage.

“I just wanna make sure the lessons he learned with his two biker dommes aren’t lost on him,” Emily chortled as she ran the hand that wasn’t gripping Mark’s caged cock around his chest, the fake breasts that still strained against his latex outfit, and finally the thick collar, “I wanna make sure he understands that he’s gonna be a submissive lil bitch for a while longer.”

Mark gave another long moan, half frustrated, and half horny, and Beth couldn’t help but join in as Emily giggled. It was rather something. She could hardly blame Emily, when she herself was still taken aback at how rapidly the two women had subjugated Mark. But then again, he was a relative newcomer to the world of kink, though clearly someone who had more than a few secret desires and fetishes wrapped up in that head of his. It would do him a world of good to be in that submissive headspace a while longer. Temper that overconfidence of his when it came to women.

Beth did her best to tune out the further noises from the backseat, as Emily seemed to try to do her level best to tease Mark to the brink of his sanity. She was quite certain that chastity cage was completely full, and probably rather painful for him at this point. But it wasn’t like anything could be done about that. Not until she had the final groomsman, Gavin, and her husband-to-be Andrew safely back. She kept checking the address as she sped along, and just hoped that they didn’t end up getting stopped by some enterprising young police officer. That was absolutely the last thing she needed at the moment.

Fortunately for Beth’s peace of mind, the streets were clear of any patrol cars, and they made it to the address in good time. It was a larger home than she had been expecting, the bulk of the property walled in with thick hedges on all sides. She was able to pull into the drive, and park near the house. Looking around, Beth could only see the tops of other homes. No windows. Unless someone stood near the driveway and looked up towards the house, it was quite private. Especially for a property in the city. She felt a shiver race through her, imagining what such a private set up could entail. Did that mean that Stella played outside? Could she possibly plan to keep captives out in the open? Perhaps even snatching them as they were about to depart for a surprise continuation of their playtime?

Beth gave herself a little shake. Just because her bachelorette party had been partially derailed by a bunch of kidnap happy dommes, didn’t mean they were lurking in the bushes at every turn. She grinned, and then eyed her surroundings once more as she sat in the vehicle, the engine running. No, no more thinking like that. Up and at them.

Mark’s moans had transformed into plaintive begging from the backseat, as Emily left off teasing his cock, to grope his pretend breasts and whisper heated suggestions to him about all sorts of thing. Beth had overheard a couple, mostly involving what Emily would do to him once they were back at Alice’s Club, and guessed that Mark might actually feel safer in chastity than out of it. She turned the car off, flicked Emily on the rump to get the other girl to turn away from Mark, and gestured at the respectable little house that awaited them.

“Time to get our second boy.”

Emily grinned, and replaced Mark’s leash that she had removed during the drive, “Excellent. I think Mark should stretch his legs a little. Meet some new people. Do him a world of good, and might take his mind off that aching thing between his legs.”

Mark groaned.

Beth snorted, “As long as he doesn’t get snatched up or kept here.”

The three of them trooped up the paved walkway, Emily leading Mark and giggling as the bondage maid minced along, his ankle chain snapping tight with each step. Beth knocked on the door, and waited. Her eyes noted the small columns that framed the entranceway, and then marched along the front of the house. On a few of them, close by the trio of chairs that were artfully scattered around the elegant patio, there were rather sturdy looking tie down points. Beth shivered again, feeling a touch of colour begin to spot on her cheeks.

It seems that Stella and her girls did indeed play outside.

A slow minute dragged by, during which Beth felt increasingly on display, before the door swung open before her. A young woman stood there, slightly shorter than Beth, her brown hair pleasantly tousled after what had likely been a fun evening and morning of play. She was wearing a leather bustier that revealed a toned stomach while displaying her breasts in an enticingly lovely package. Killer leather high heeled boots came up to her knees, and granted her a couple extra inches of height. A slim purple leather collar was snugly locked around her neck. Beyond that, she wore only a strapon harness, the rubber phallus jutting from her hips and bobbing in time with her motion as she leaned against the door to observe them. A lazy smile traced over her lips, lighting up mischievous light brown eyes and, one hand running a finger along her strapon, inspected Beth and her companions closely.

After a pair of moments passed by, and none of the three moved or spoke, the girl’s grin widened further, “Oh I do adore greeting first-timers to the House of Stella.” Without giving Beth or Emily a chance to respond, her eyes fixed on Mark and she gave a pleased squeal, “Oh what an absolutely adorable maid! What’s her name?” She took a step out of the door to run her hands over Mark, reaching under his skirt to jingle his cock cage and giggling as the poor boy let out a moan of frustrated pleasure.

“Mark,” Beth said and then gave a snort, “Well, Mandy I suppose, for now. At least until we get the key for his…uhm, cage.” The girl turned and plucked the leash from Emily’s grip, giving the surprised girl a wink and blowing her a kiss before tugging Mark along behind her. Emily and Beth both stood for a moment, until the girl turned around.

“Ah sorry, of course. My name’s Sarah.” She gestured to herself, her strapon bobbing and smacking into Mark’s leg, “C’mon in! Stella is just in the living room on your left. I need your sweet friend for a task though.”

Without waiting for a response Sarah turned and pulled Mark away, deeper into the house. They turned a corner part way down the long hallway, and were suddenly gone.

Beth and Emily hesitantly stepped inside, finding themselves in a large entryway, with a considerable closet. Emily opened the sliding closet door, and the two women found large racks of shoes and sandals along one wall, and a selection of increasingly kinky boots along the other, going deeper into the closet. At the very back of it was a metal structure, very clearly meant to keep someone firmly bound on all fours, in front of a small sitting chair. It was empty for the moment, but it seemed that Stella and her ladies believed in making use of their playmates for even the most basic tasks.

The two of them headed further in, turning left at the point that Sarah had indicated, and going through a pair of double doors. As the doors opened they were greeted by a pleasure wracked moan, and a delighted laugh.

Beth felt like her eyes were going to come tumbling out of her head. In front of her, a large bondage horse had been set up. Gavin, and it was clearly Gavin as he was perpendicular to the door, was strapped down to it with heavy leather straps keeping his limbs pinned in place. Apart from the straps, and the slim red collar around his neck, he was naked. The eternally shy boy who hardly ever wore shorts or a t-shirt was completely naked. And blushing enough to catch fire from the looks of it. Behind him stood a statuesque, domineering blonde woman, who was in the process of gently pressing her strapon in and out of Gavin’s rear. She was dressed all in crimson rubber, with thigh high black boot. Her hair was swept back in an elegant style, and clear blue-grey eyes were looking down with hungry desire at the back of Gavin’s head.

“That’s it Slut. Let it out. Juuuuust let it gooooo…” Stella was crooning to him, one hand lightly spanking his ass as she continued to thrust in and out.

Another lady was crouched in front of Gavin, dark purple dyed hair tied into a high ponytail, her mouth locked to his in a passionate kiss. She was clad in a black rubber bra and shorts, a slim purple collar locked around her neck, and a strapon dangling from her hips as well. Gavin’s eyes were covered in a thick black leather blindfold, and he was moaning loudly into the girl’s mouth. Even as Beth watched he convulsed and made a high keening noise. A few dribbles spattered out from his erect cock, further coating the surface of the bondage bench in front of his groin. Gavin was clearly far, far gone into the realms of sub space.

“H-hi, uhm, Stella?” Beth blushed as the woman turned to favour her with a hungry look and grin before waving them further into the room. She didn’t pause her relentless, gentle pounding of Gavin’s rear.

“Come in, please my dears. Have a seat somewhere. Enjoy the show. Sarah should be along shortly with some refreshments for us all.” Stella turned back to her slow fucking of Gavin, crooning a wordless tune behind him that made the boy shudder and moan deeply into the girl’s mouth. She remained lip locked to him until Beth and Emily took their seats on a nearby couch. Then she pulled away, murmuring, “Such a sweet boy.” Gavin kept his mouth open as she stood, and she made an approving sound as she guided her strapon into his mouth without resistance. As the two women gradually moved to sync up their rhythm, Gavin convulsed again, dribbling more cum onto the bench.

They’ve been doing this the whole time…Beth shuddered in pleasure and nervousness at the thought. To be relentlessly used as a toy by these three women…she was surprised that Gavin hadn’t yet expelled all possible cum given how long they must have been working him over.

“Gooood boy Gavey,” the woman plunging her strapon into his mouth crooned, “Now make those sucking sounds we love, like the good little Slut you are, hmmm?”

Gavin moaned and then squealed as Stella delivered four sharp spanks to his rear. He immediately began making exaggerated slurping and sucking sounds, bobbing his head frantically back and forth. Another shudder wracked his bound body, and Stella chuckled.

“Such a wanton little Slut.” She glanced over at Beth and Emily, the latter of whom was watching the other woman with fascination.

“You’re the bride I take it? Checking in on your friend?”

“You…you got Gavin naked…” Emily said slowly, drawing out each word almost in disbelief, “Gavin…”

Stella’s grin widened and she ran an appreciative hand along Gavin’s legs, ass, and back, “My girls and I are always partial to the shy ones. Girls or boys, they all take rubber cock but it is always enjoyable when they blush and squeal. So when we saw this fellow loitering near the bar, doing his best to not stare at everything going on around him and blushing hard already…” Stella gave a pleased sigh, her hips still sending her strapon steadily in and out of Gavin’s rear, “Well, we could hardly resist.”

Emily looked up at her, her eyes a curious mix of disbelief, lust, and delighted annoyance, “D’you know how long it took me to convince him that attending the club was a good idea?” She gave Gavin a look, “He almost backed out three different times when he found out the boys were going to hit up the same fetish club the girls were going to attend. I thought maybe he’d just sit at a table, get comfortable with things. Maybe even, I dunno, spank someone or something.” Emily giggled and gestured at Gavin’s moaning, squirming naked body, “I never expected…well…”

Stella chuckled, patting Gavin’s rump like the proud owner she was, “He’s a remarkable young man. A natural submissive, and an excellent find.” She gave a more powerful thrust, and Gavin let out a desperate moan of need and pleasure around the rubber phallus in his mouth, “He’s earned a place with me. Not something easily done on the first visit to my House, but…” She grinned at the woman busily fucking Gavin’s mouth who returned her grin with a wolfish one of her own, “He’s officially one of my Sluts now, so far as I’m concerned. Aren’t you?”

Gavin moaned and did his best to nod as the two women thrust into him.

“Remember how he couldn’t even squeak when you walked up to him at the club?” the girl giggled, “Our little fellow just frozen like a rabbit staring down a car.”

Stella grinned, “He didn’t exactly get much notice.” Her hands continued to knead and massage Gavin’s rear as she thrust in and out. She lazily turned to regard Beth and Emily, saw the questions dancing in their eyes, and practically purred, “My girls pointed him out to me. I wasn’t entirely sure at first, but by the time I got up to him, and had him squirming on his feet…speechless in front of me…well, that made the decision.”

Beth and Emily found themselves watching and listening avidly. Emily perhaps a trifle more so than Beth. She had always been a little sweet on Gavin, always trying to encourage him to be more social and hang out together. Thick as thieves they had been, all through high school and university. Seeing him like this, so utterly enthralled and subjugated by a trio of dominant women, was quite the change.

Stella gave a pleased little purr as she continued to thrust and massage, her eyes ensnaring Emily and Beth’s own, “Such a sweet boy he was, staring up at me with his lips parted and eyes wide in shocked, nervous desire. When I put a finger under his chin he couldn’t help but moan,” Stella chuckled, “And that moan got louder when Sarah and Molly grabbed his arms and started forcing them into an armbinder. But he didn’t move. Couldn’t move, probably. Just stood there, staring into my eyes in desperate need while my girls took his arms and hands away from him. By the time he managed to find the wit to say something, the armbinder was locked on and I had him up against the bar, kissing him.”

Gavin paused for a moment in his sucking, letting out a plaintive moan. The woman fucking his mouth, Molly, tsked at him, gave him a pair of light slaps to his cheek, and then griped the back of his head to force him to continue. Beth found herself biting at her lip as she watched, imagining for a moment that it was her with the strap on harness. That it was her forcing a rubber cock down the helpless throat of some poor submissive boy. Sometimes Gavin’s face was the one she was fucking. Sometimes it was her fiancé Andrew. Both of them looking up at her with eyes shining with submission as their bound bodies squirmed and struggled in inescapable bondage. How would that feel? To be able to so debase a boy, glorying in his utter submission to her…her ownership of his holes…

Beth blinked and gave herself a slight shake. Stella was continuing.

“…never kissed a girl or something. Our shy little captive, he didn’t know which way to turn. Whether to call for help, or fling himself into the opportunity of a life time.” Stella grinned, slowly pressing herself all the way in, “So we solved that problem for him. Molly sat behind him, teasing his nipples. Sarah got his ankles secure, and then had his collar ready to go. And I…I made sure all he could concentrate on was how good it felt to have my lips locked around his own. How good it felt when my hand gripped and kneaded his cock through his pants. How good I felt pressed up against him, all slick rubber.”

Stella, her hips touching the back of Gavin’s legs, began to caress and sensually stroke his back and rump. The poor boy looked to Beth to be out of his mind, though she still couldn’t see his eyes. He flopped and jerked in place, his head forced to keep bobbing up and down on Molly’s strapon.

“Of course eventually, once he was completely helpless, I told him just what we do with silly cute boys like him in my House. That he, as with so many others, would be sensually, lovingly, fucked into submission.” Stella gripped Gavin’s butt cheeks and gave them both a strong spank, making the boy squeal into his mouthful of rubber cock, “He tried to pull away of course, tried to escape his fate, so we took his shirt away from him. Sliced it off and tossed it away. He looked like he was actually going to start shouting until I started buckling the collar around his neck.” Stella made a pleased purring noise as she began to rock her hips back and forth, “If I had any doubts this sweet boy was a submissive through and through the little squeak of nervous pleasure when I locked the collar on drove it out.”

“I-” Beth began to respond when a sudden tinkling of chain near the entrance to the room drew her attention. Sarah had returned, leading Mark by his leash. Mark had been weighed down with a large tray attached to his waist and collar, with half a dozen glasses arranged neatly along it. He was using every ounce of concentration to watch his steps, and seemed to have lost most of his blush. Giving a boy tasks while tied was evidently a good way to take their mind off any potential embarrassment.

“Ah, excellent. Refreshments.” Stella patted Gavin on the rump and began to slowly slide out of him. He let out a loud moan as the strapon finally popped free. Molly patted his head, gently removed her strapon from his mouth, and then shoved a thick cock gag with attached panel in. Gavin gave a protesting moan, but even to Beth’s ear it sounded half hearted at best. Molly cooed at him, buckling the gag tightly into place, and then ruffling his hair fondly. Stella in the meantime had picked up a decently sized buttplug, and was slowly pushing its lubed surface inside Gavin.

“Don’t want to lose my spot, now do I?” She giggled at Beth and Emily’s goggling eyes.

Gavin groaned into his gag, humping his hips into the bondage horse as the buttplug slotted firmly into place. His head slumped down and a low moan managed to escape. Stella gave him a few encouraging spanks and then signaled for Molly to untie him. She strode over and elegantly seated herself between Beth and Emily, her legs spread so that her strapon dangled. She began casually cleaning it with some wipes, seemingly plucked from nowhere.

Sarah tugged Mark over with the beverage tray, and assisted in handing out the drinks to the three women. She plucked two of the glasses up and deposited them on a nearby able, clearly intended for Molly and Gavin, before taking up the last one and chugging it in one fell swoop. Mark stared at her, making a plaintive little noise into his gag that rapidly turned into a squeal of surprised dismay, as Stella took his leash from Sarah’s hand and pulled him down to his knees.

“The gag please, sweetie.”

Sarah reached and unbuckled Mark’s gag, letting it dangle around his neck like a crimson apple. Pregnant with promise. Stella grinned, enjoying the wide blue eyed stare that a verynervous Mark was giving her, before she reeled him in with the leash until his lips were touching her strapon, “A slave’s mouth should always be busy.”

Mark tried to shake his head, but Stella was already pressing her strapon into his mouth. A few moments of forceful guidance were enough for Mark to get the picture. The regular sounds of sucking soon returned to the room.

“That’s better.” Stella leaned back, eyes closed with a smile creasing her face, “It’s been a while since we’ve had a cute maid gracing the House. Is this an offering?”

Mark made a choking sound for a moment, before returning to sucking, his eyes wide and doing their best to catch Beth’s attention. She ignored him.

Now was hardly the time to get distracted. Besides, it would do him good to be further reminded of the consequences of being a doofus last night.

“Erm, not…not exactly…” Beth temporized, “The wedding is actually later today. So I, uhm, sort of need h-him…back…”

Her planned crisp sentences were disrupted when Stella’s eyes lazily opened and pinned her in place with a smokey stare. Beth found herself stammering and twisting her hands in her lap. Like a bloody school girl called in front of the principal!

“Are you quite certain he’s needed?” Stella purred, dark eyes penetrating Beth’s own, “It’s not often that a boy manages to delight all three of us on his first evening in my House…”

Molly had gotten Gavin off the fucking bench, and had led him over to another leather couch. His arms were locked away in an armbinder, and she was gently stroking his head and crooning to him. A smile curved her lips, and she flicked her eyes up to meet Sarah’s own twinkling ones. Beth managed a nod.

Gavin’s a shy little introvert. Hardly says a word in most social settings, and here he is…Beth could still hardly believe it. She tried not to concentrate on Mark’s head bobbing up and down between Stella’s legs. The idea of submitting to this woman was…distracting. Really distracting. As was the fantasy of leaving Gavin here, captivated and enslaved to three women who seemed intent upon wringing every last scrap of pleasure from his body.

“He…uhm, he is a groomsman. One of my fiancé’s best friends.” Beth squirmed a little as Stella’s eyes seemed to bore into her, “It wouldn’t be the same without him there.”

Stella gave a slow, regretful nod, “I understand. He is quite the special boy, isn’t he?” Her hand settled on Mark’s head, gently making him go just a little deeper in his sucking.

“He is!” Emily piped up from the other side of her. She leaned forward a hand reaching out to almost touch Mark before drawing back, “I still can hardly believe…” Almost muttering to herself. Then looked up.

Sarah was standing in front of her now, dangling a pair of handcuffs. Her strapon inches from Emily’s mouth. Emily swallowed and gave a nervous giggle.

“I’m…I, ah, I’m in the wedding party t-too.”

Sarah cocked her head, her smile widening, “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to rest here? I’m sure we can find some ways of helping you to relax…”

Emily blushed, opened her mouth to respond, and was saved by Stella.

“Now now, sweetie, let’s not make their day any more complicated than it needs to be.” She grinned at Beth and then looked up at Sarah, “Would you be a dear and help Molly get our Slut ready for the road?”

“Of course Ma’am,” Sarah gave Emily a last lingering look, and a fleeting touch to her jawline, before going over to where Molly was hauling Gavin upright.

“Don’t mind her,” Stella chuckled, “We just normally don’t end a play session with a Slut so early.”

“How long do these usually go?”

“Oh, normally the full weekend at minimum. Sometimes longer.” Stella ran a hand down Emily’s catsuited torso, “So we’ll have to take a…pause, in our playtime with him.”

A few more minutes passed in relatively idle conversation. Stella recounted a few of her other conquests that had returned to her House from Alice’s Club. The longest someone stayed was a German exchange student who had gone into Alice’s before Christmas. She had ended up staying at Stella’s until the New Year. Beth asked about how she had met or taken in Molly and Sarah, and Stella just laughed. Another time. Evidently those were the sorts of stories that one only got if one was staying at her House.

The woman absently stroked her strapon, “I don’t suppose one of you, or this adorable maid, would like to stay…? No?” Stella made a pouting expression and looked down at her strapon. Then she sighed, “Ah well. I suppose I’ll have to wait until tonight.”

Eventually Gavin was stood up and nearby, with Sarah and Molly fussing over him as he swayed. He was dressed in relatively normal street clothes, apart from the armbinder that had remained fastened in place, and the slim collar around his neck. And his gag of course. Apart from that, just a normal fellow. Beth snorted and shook her head. She agreed with Emily, it was still bloody hard to connect the picture in front of her with her normal vision of Gavin. Introvert Enthralls Dommes, film at eleven. She could finally see his eyes at least, and they were awash with exhausted pleasure. He couldn’t seem to keep them off of Stella, and the woman gave a hungry grin as she noticed. Stella handed Mark’s leash back to Emily, gave the boy a few gentle pats on the cheek, and finally allowed him to stop sucking her strapon. She rose from the couch, strode over to Gavin, and yanked the boy in close.

“When the wedding is over, I want you back at Alice’s my gasping lil Gavey.” She growled into his ear, making the boy moan and squirm, “You tell them you are Stella’s Slut, and they will get you ready for me to pick up. I think a nice slutty rubber or latex outfit will be the order of the day for round two. And I’ll whip around and have you back here on your way to subspace again in no time flat.”

Gavin moaned into his gag, leaning into Stella heavily, his eyes lidded with sexual exhaustion. Stella giggled and gave him a deep, lingering gag kiss. Her voice, dropping to a husky timbre, cooed at him, “Such a cute, obedient boy, hmmm? Such a good little Slut for your Mistresses.”

“MMmmmmmm,” Gavin nodded, swaying a little. Sarah and Molly pressed in from either side, groping him, running their hands over him.

“We’re gonna miss you Gav.” Sarah kissed his cheek and stroked his jaw.

“Miss you loads,” Molly sighed, her arm wrapped around his hip, “Don’t waste any time getting back here.”

Gavin gave a small headshake, and both girls giggled before leaning in to acquire their own goodbye gag kisses. Gavin kept up a small, soft barrage of moans and whimpers as Molly and Sarah made their feelings known.

“Is he gonna be ok?” Beth asked Stella as Emily began herding him towards the door

“Oh yes.” The gorgeous blonde replied, giving a stretch that sent her strapon flopping a little, “My Sluts are always a little spacy when they leave, especially when all three of us are revved up like we were. But when I have him back here for round two, we’ll be able to take our time.”

The four bridal party members made their way to the door, escorted by Stella and her girls. More kisses were dragged out from Gavin, before Emily took hold of his leash, and Mark’s, to lead them out to the car. Beth stood for a moment longer with Stella.

“I’m sure I won’t be the first to offer this sweetie, but if you and your husband need ideas for a honeymoon…” Stella smiled and gestured at her home and at Sarah and Molly who were grinning almost manically, “The House of Stella would be happy to accommodate you. There are no end of games that we can play here, safely burrowed away from the world.”

Beth’s mouth was a little dry, “Y-you’re not the first, true,” she gave a weak giggle, “We’re s-supposed to be heading out of town. But A-Andrew was the one w-who has the details.”

“Splendid.” Stella patted her arm, “Well its an open offer sweetie. I’m sure other ladies have offered as well, and I don’t mind sharing. So many experiences to have and dommes to submit to. Perhaps I’ll have a word with Alice. See what we can set up for you.”

“O-oh, you don’t have…” Beth began but Stella waved her off.

“Nonsense my dear. It’s really no trouble at all, and I don’t believe in adding further stress to a bride on her wedding day. You concentrate on getting everyone back together and getting to the ceremony. I shall ponder a proper kinky honeymoon for you.” Stella smiled at her, her eyes once more seeming to bore into Beth’s own, “You can always pass the opportunity by of course, once you’ve heard my proposal. Buuuut…” Her grin widened, “I think you will find it quite…tempting…”

Beth managed to babble some sort of thank you and farewell, and Stella released her to head down to the car. Her mind was a bit of a whirl as she settled into her seat, only half hearing Emily’s giggled instructions to Gavin and Mark.

A kink honeymoon. She had absolutely no idea if Andrew would go for it. Hell, he had been a captive far longer than her, and it was perfectly possible he would be tired of fetish and kink. Wanting it to be just the two of them. But if she could convince him…maybe…

Beth turned the car on, and began to slowly guide it out back to the street. She glanced back and caught Stella waving after her, and blushed.

Plenty to think about indeed.

For now though, she needed to concentrate on her final rescue for the day. Getting her fiancé back from his captor. A Mistress Midnight.

And then it would be back to the Club…