Whispers of Slave Island 14 – Domestic Trap – (Mff (50s/40s/20s) sex and lots of it, soma, forced lesbianism, cheating, sharing, slight cuck, age gap, slavery)

Tom spent the next day with Violet, their time together a blur of intense, unrelenting fucking. He tied her to the bed using silk scarves, the gentle material contrasting sharply with the roughness of his touch. Her wrists ached from the restraints, but the discomfort only heightened her awareness of every sensation. Tom took her from behind, his hands gripping her hips with an intensity that left bruises, marking her as his. The headboard hammered against the wall in a rhythmic cadence, echoing the primal beat of Tom’s piledrives into her.

He fucked her over the back of a couch, the cool leather pressing against her stomach as she arched her back eager to meet him. Each thrust was deliberate, precise, designed to extract every ounce of pleasure from her body to sate his cock which never seemed to deflate. Her mind reeled with a chaotic mix of exhaust and exhilaration, each nerve ending alight with raw, unfiltered desire.

Tom paused only for phone calls, dragging Violet to her knees to service him orally while he discussed politics with an air of detached calm. His voice was steady, his words measured, as if the act of having his cock sucked by a naked woman was merely an afterthought. Violet was both horrified and in awe of his control.

His demands were delivered with an air of utter superiority. There was no question ever that his commands would not be met. She wondered briefly what might happen if she went brat mode and hesitated or even refused, but each time she was thrown down and filled to breaking before she could act on it.

When room service arrived, Tom didn't even bother to cover himself. He continued having Violet suck him, his focus entirely on her mouth wrapped around his tip, all that she could manage, oblivious to the embarrassed glances of room service.

At one point, Evan made an unannounced visit. Tom's expression darkened with irritation and annoyance. Despite this, he remained naked, commanding Violet to continue her oral service right in front of Evan.

The two men exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Evan briefly pestered Tom with questions about the length of the trip, if there was anything else Evan could do for him. Tom’s response was monosyllabic, ushering Evan away in a few words, to resume relentlessly pounding Violet, who’d said nothing, not even been allowed to look up at her lover. Tom’s hands kept her focused on nothing but his massive cock buried in her mouth.

If Evan had been upset at the treatment of his girl right in front of him, he said nothing. And on reflection, that made Violet wonder if he’d even ever been the master she first thought he was. She never had long to think on it. Tom was always eager to stuff himself into her again.

Throughout the day, they fucked nonstop, their bodies entwined in an endless dance of dominance and submission. Tom explored every inch of Violet's body, claiming her in ways she had never imagined possible. Each of her orgasms seemed more intense than the last, a never-ending cycle of her body thrashing around his prick buried right to her core. She wondered how long this could last before she simply went incoherent.

Try as she might with every twist of her body, she could not make him climax. Violet worried that perhaps she wasn’t trained to service Tom’s needs the way he desired. She tried to ask, but instead of an answer, he would throw her down, yank up one of her limp legs, and slam himself in her again, ending any thoughts of conversation. He used her relentlessly as nothing more than a cum rag, only making her climax repeatedly while he just continued using her.

He bent her over the countertop, slamming into her with a ferocity that left her breathless and bruised inside and out. On the floor, he pinned her wrists above her head, his body covering hers, crushing her completely as he moved inside her with slow, deliberate strokes. Against the wall, he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he drove into her with relentless intensity.

In each position, Tom's gaze bore into hers, seeing past all her defenses to the very core of who she was. It was intimate, invasive, and utterly consuming. She was just flotsam, wildly riding angry ocean waves in his storm. Tossed and battered, she could do nothing but endure orgasm after orgasm until she was numb and unable to think coherently.

Violet found herself changing, adapting to Tom's needs with an instinctual understanding. She anticipated his desires before he even voiced them, her body responding to his with a fluidity born of intense focus. The power dynamic between them shifted subtly, a delicate balance of control and surrender that left her breathless and craving more.

When Tom grunted, biting his lower lip and filling her with his burning spunk, Violet felt victorious. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and slumber atop him. His plans were not the same. Instead, he flipped her onto her hands and knees and drove into her squelching cunt with renewed force.

Violet's world narrowed down to the raw, primal connection between them. Tom's touch became her entire universe, his gaze the only light she needed. She existed in a state of heightened awareness, every sense amplified by the intensity of his driving force. Her mind dulled. She found it more difficult to think of anything but pleasing Tom’s endless use and demands. She had to force herself to ignore her burning, battered hole, the one thing Tom seemed endlessly obsessed with.

Violet drifted to sleep while Tom was on one of his political calls. Aching and sore, she slipped into a deep slumber quickly, only to be woken as Tom drove himself into her. She could barely respond, limply lying on the bed as he jackhammered into her, forcing cries and sighs out of her.

The next day continued as the first. Violet woke as she was filled, and Tom continued fucking her without even a ‘good morning.’ Even in the shower, Tom seemed less interested in cleaning himself than fucking his newfound toy. The only break was when breakfast was delivered, although Violet spent it on her knees with Tom’s cock buried deep in her aching mouth.

As they lay, Tom on his back reviewing his phone with Violet entangled around him, she felt a profound sense of vulnerability and power all at once. Tom's arm wrapped around her, holding her close as if she were something precious, only to guide one of her hands to his cock. He couldn’t seem to go more than a few moments without her servicing him somehow.

Tom's phone rang and he answered as Violet stroked him, wondering how soon he’d want to fuck her again. Violet watched as he answered, his voice returning to that cool, detached tone. She lay there, wondering how much more her body could endure.

The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, as Tom spoke to some stranger who couldn’t possibly know the depravities occurring in Tom’s room. Violet was covered in the casual bruises Tom had painted all over her, aching in the most delicious way.

Tom stated coolly into the phone, “Send her up.”

Violet paused her stroking only for a moment, worried and wondering who ‘her’ was.

It didn’t take long for a soft knock on the front door of the suite. Knowing what Tom expected, Violet went to the door, bruised, sheened in sweat and juices, and answered, pulling it wide open for whoever was on the other side to see her used and naked. The shame of it was almost as intoxicating as the wicked thrill of having to show herself to strangers.

Coach Beliza stood in the hallway.

Violet’s eyes widened, and she froze like a small animal caught in headlights.

How could Violet possibly explain this? She was naked, in a hotel room occupied by an acquaintance of Beliza’s husband, with no question whatsoever that Violet had not just been fucking them, but fucking them for days. Violet tried to say something, her lips moved but no words came out.

“You should always curtsy when receiving guests, slave,” Beliza said with a cool detachment. Her eyes brimmed with fury as her gaze swept up and down Violet. She indeed knew Violet had been fucking Tom for days.

Beliza's face was a mask of disdain as she entered the hotel suite. Her eyes immediately devoured the scene before her. Tom sat naked in the plush chair, his throne, his body still glistening with sweat from the marathon sex sessions with Violet.

Unsure what to do and still in a mental daze, Violet curtseyed as best as she could remember from childhood, then closed the open door. Beliza stood on the threshold, staring at Tom, but only for a moment, then cast her eyes down to the floor as she approached him and knelt at his feet.

Violet padded into the living area, unsure what to do without instructions. Her mind swirled incoherently, trying to piece together how Evan, Beliza, and Tom had brought Violet into this sordid situation. She wanted to cry, to explain things to Beliza, but Tom, as always, barked out orders before she could say anything.

"Get naked," Tom told Beliza, his voice leaving no room for argument. Beliza hesitated for a moment, her eyes lifting up to see Violet and flashing with anger, but ultimately complied. She stripped off her clothes slowly, deliberately, each movement calculated to emphasize her disdain. As she knelt in front of Violet, she refused to glance further at the younger girl, keeping her gaze fixed on the floor at Tom’s feet.

When Tom noticed Violet standing awkwardly to the side, one hand in front of her chest, the other covering her pussy he barked, “You should be on your knees.”

Violet dropped to the floor, shame burning hot on her cheeks. She was in such a befuddled state that she wasn’t sure it was because she’d failed to please Tom, or because her cheer coach, and the woman whose husband she’d been fucking was kneeling naked in front of Tom. Violet could only blank her mind as she knelt.

“Turn to face her,” Tom said to Beliza.

With a huff, Belize turned on her knees to face the younger girl. Both were naked now. Violet was pale, perky, fit, and just eighteen. Her body was battered and bruised, covered in the fuck juices that she and Tom had stewed in the last two days. Beliza was darker, a deep copper shade, with fuller breasts peeked with dark nipples, and a softer form. In her thirties, she was still in phenomenal shape, but more rounded compared to the coltish figure of her student.

“Pillow,” Tom demanded.

With another angry huff, Beliza looked up at Violet, then lay back. She reached up and bent her knees, resting her feet on the ground right in front of Violet. With her knees spread wide, Violet could see her coach, pussy spread open with thick curtains under a triangle of curls.

Tom turned his attention to Violet. "Go down on your coach."

Violet, still reeling from this sudden appearance of Beliza, leaned forward onto her hands, mesmerized that she was looking at another woman’s cunt closer than she ever had in her life. She positioned herself between Beliza's thighs, her hands going under the bent knees to grip the older woman's hips firmly.

She had no idea how to start, where to begin, what to do. Her thoughts were still trying to catch up to her. The confusing maelstrom in her head only got louder with this new demand. She wanted desperately to please Tom, which would in turn help Evan… but she’d never imagined anything remotely close to this.

Having never done such a thing before, Violet started with tentative licks, her tongue tracing the contours of Beliza's outer lips. The older woman remained stiff and unyielding, her body language clearly conveying her displeasure. Violet's tongue worked its way inward, parting Beliza's folds with a slow, deliberate motion. Her eyes fluttered closed as she focused on pleasing her coach, unsure exactly how to go about that.

She began to circle Beliza's clit, alternating between soft flicks and long firm licks. She knew how her own body responded, but had no idea how Beliza’s would. Violet's hands gripped Beliza's thighs, kneading the flesh as if trying to coax a response from the unyielding woman.

Her tongue delved deeper, exploring every crevice and fold, tasting another woman for the first time. She’d tasted herself, on both Tom and Evan’s fingers and cocks. Beliza was muskier, deeper, not terrible, but different and scandalous. She was licking her coach. The thought made her purse her lips and plant a firm kiss on the other woman’s clit.

Despite Beliza's outward display of disdain, her body betrayed her.

A slight tremor ran through her thighs, and her breaths became shallower, more ragged. Violet sensed the shift and redoubled her efforts, her tongue working in a relentless rhythm she hoped would drive Beliza over the edge. She was sure Tom wanted to see the older woman climax.

Beliza's hands found their way to Violet's head, gripping the cheerleader’s platinum hair tightly as she finally surrendered to the pleasure. Her hips began to move in time with Violet's ministrations, seeking out more of that exquisite sensation. Violet's tongue worked tirelessly, even though her jaw ached fiercely from days of pleasuring Tom. She refused to stop, not until Beliza let out a low, guttural moan and shuddered beneath Violet’s mouth. Violet continued lapping, surprised at the gush of moisture. Beliza shoved Violet's head in it, soaking the cheerleader's face.

Beliza lay on her back, her chest heaving as she tried to regain control of her breathing. Her body still throbbed with residual pleasure, a stark contrast to the anger that simmered just beneath the surface. Violet, kneeling between her thighs, slowly pulled away, her lips glistening with Beliza's juices.

Tom, who had been watching the scene unfold with a detached interest, now motioned to Beliza. He demanded, his voice leaving no room for argument, "Get on my lap."

His eyes captured hers, daring her to defy him, his cock already hardening in anticipation.

Beliza hesitated for only a moment before complying. She climbed onto Tom's lap, positioning herself over his growing erection. With a swift motion, she impaled herself on his cock, feeling it stretch and fill her completely. A groan escaped her lips, but she quickly regained her composure, her expression returning to one of disdain.

Tom gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move beneath her. Each thrust was powerful and unforgiving, designed to dominate and control. Beliza matched his rhythm, her body moving in a fluid dance of well-trained submission. She ground into him, her hips rolling to match his thrusts as she attempted to milk his cock buried inside her.

Violet, still on the floor, watched the scene unfold with a blank expression. She could only watch as her coach’s ass rolled against the pounding waves of Tom’s prick. She’d seen porn online similar to exactly this, but never close up and real.

“Make yourself useful,” Tom said over Beliza’s shoulder. “Fondle my balls, and get your face in there.”

Dumbfounded, Violet scootched up in between Tom’s thighs. Beliza’s ass danced just inches from her face. Her hands reached up to cup his balls gently, rolling them in her palm. Unsure what to do with her face, Violet laid a cheek against Beliza’s ass.

“No,” Tom grunted. “Get in there and lick my shaft.”

Violet could only stare at Tom’s prick buried in Beliza and wonder how. Losing patience, Tom reached around Beliza, grabbing Violet by the top of the head and yanking her face into the valley of the older woman’s ass. Violet’s mind was a cacophony. She wanted to pull away in disgust almost as much as she wanted to please Tom.

Still reeling in confusion, Violet felt her own tongue reach out to trace the length of his shaft as it slipped in and out of the other woman. The taste of both Beliza and Tom assaulted her. She could not pull back. Tom held her captive as she tongued and fondled him.

Between moans, Beliza tipped her head back to whisper at Violet, “Don’t think. Be blank. Just be a doll, nothing more.”

Pressing back to grind her puss against Violet's face, Beliza's breath changed when she felt Violet's touch, a new sensation added to the already intense experience. Violet closed her eyes, trying not to think of the coach’s ass rubbing across her face, instead focusing on anything she could to make the other two happy. She cleared her mind, focusing as her coach told her, on just being a thing for them to use.

Tom's movements became more erratic, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He was close to the edge and pounding into Beliza with unrelenting force. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, filling her with his hot cum. Beliza let out a low moan, her body convulsing around him as she too came.

A flood of fluids drenched Violet. She was no longer even trying to pull away. She lapped hungrily, happy to get Tom off only the second time this weekend, but disappointed it was in another woman’s cunt.

Tom pulled out of Beliza abruptly, pushing her off his lap and onto the floor beside Violet. Before Violet could even think, he ordered, "Clean me off."

Violet eagerly complied, leaning forward to lick every last drop of cum from Tom's cock, tasting both him and Beliza on her tongue. He put a hand on the back of her head, driving her into his salt and pepper pubes, forcing her to wipe him with her face.

Beliza watched this exchange with a mix of disgust and resignation. She knew what was coming next, and she braced herself for it.

"Now clean out Beliza," Tom commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

Violet, still numbed into a doll, turned her attention to Beliza, positioning herself between the coach’s thighs once more. This time, her tongue delved deep into Beliza's cunt, licking and sucking until every trace of Tom's cum was gone. Beliza lay still, her body trembling with a mix of humiliation and pleasure as Violet worked diligently.

As Violet continued her task, Tom turned his attention to Beliza and asked casually, "How's married life in the States with Evan?"

Beliza hesitated for a moment before responding evasively. "It's... different," she said finally. "More confusing than life on the island."

Tom chuckled darkly. "I can imagine. All that freedom and weakness. Back home, everything is simple. You know your place, and you know what's expected of you." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Speaking of which, I have some business to attend to. You two stay here and behave."

With that, Tom stood up and moved towards the bedroom, leaving Violet and Beliza alone in the main room. The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of their breathing.

"Get into slave position," Beliza snapped, her eyes flashing with a familiar anger. Her voice left no room for argument, mirroring Tom's own commanding tone.

Violet complied without hesitation, moving to kneel on her knees, her back arched and tits presented as her hands went to her thighs. Beliza stood and circled her like a predator, inspecting every inch of her body with a critical eye.

"Listen carefully," Beliza began, her voice low and intense. "There's still a few months of school left. You're to do nothing, say nothing, act as if this never happened. Understood?"

Violet nodded silently, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor.

Beliza continued, "Starting next weekend, you'll be spending your time at our place after cheer practice. You'll be a domestic servant, bottom-running slave. This is to prepare you for the trip to the island."

Violet remained silent, processing this new information. She was still a doll, too blanked to ask questions, especially not now in Belize’s current state.

Beliza paused for a moment before adding, "And Violet? Don't forget your place. Ever."

With that, she turned, gathered her discarded clothing, and left the room, leaving Violet alone with her thoughts and the lingering scent of sex in the air.

As Violet remained in position, her mind raced with the implications of Beliza's words. She knew her life was about to change drastically once again. She was still numb even though she knew she would be in service to both Evan and Beliza. Only a few months left of school, then what would happen? Would she be with them every single day?

Not only that. The island loomed on the horizon.

 

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