Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 45

CHAPTER SEVEN A NEW KIND OF SHARING

The next morning a very nervous-looking Ira told the cast that they were going to take some precautions, in case of illness or accident. He wanted Jessica to learn Sarah’s role, and Tina to learn Jessica’s. An understudy would be brought in to learn Tina’s. The other actors also had to learn each other’s parts. This way, he said, the show could go on as long as David was okay, and the chances of cancellation were greatly reduced. The fact that they were only a week away from opening night made this an extremely untimely decision, and the way he spoke made it obvious that he didn’t like having to do this, but the actors could see the wisdom of it. It was fairly common practice in larger productions, and they just assumed that it was the theater’s man- agement imposing their will on Ira.

But Jessica knew whose will was being imposed. She wasn’t sure how it would work out, but she could tell Ira was scared. The Whisperer had probably threatened him. She realized that Ira had lied to her when he’d said the Whisperer was just some crazy man. Clearly they knew each other, if the Whisperer was the author of the script, and this wasn’t the frst Phinister-written play the Roxy had done. Ira might even know who the Whisperer was, though she was sure he’d never admit it. He was clearly terrifed of the masked madman.

They did a complete run-through of the play, pausing a few times so Ira could adjust some bit or other. Afterward they worked on a couple of scenes that were still rough, and then they broke early so the cast could begin memorizing each others’ lines.

It was a full day, but Jessica still found time to ponder her relationship with the Whisperer. At times like this, when she was beyond his infuence, she found it hard to imagine herself as the passionately submissive slave who yearned to fulfll her master’s desires. Yet, she had to accept that her desire for submission was a part of her, a part that would not be denied. When she remembered how she’d behaved in the Whisperer’s lair, her face burned with shame, yet she couldn’t refute that she’d felt more alive under his domination than she’d ever felt in her young life. Her interludes as his slave haunted her, flling her thoughts at odd times during the day and making her blush. This happened once while she was watching David, and Tina grinned knowingly at her. She knew Tina misunderstood, but she couldn’t think of a way to set her straight without explaining why she’d really been blushing, so she let it go.

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That night found Jessica lying on her bed with the script in her hand, trying to concentrate on learning the part of Lady Ainsworth. She couldn’t keep her mind on the lines for even a minute, she was so mired in the battle between her two opposing natures. She simply couldn’t reconcile the way she had behaved when she was with the whisperer. To give in to him that way, to actually yearn for more of his abuse and debase herself to him the way she had, went against everything she believed about herself. And yet, even now, when she allowed herself to think about it for more than a few moments, she found the desires were still there, roiling just beneath the surface of her self-control. She felt as though she were losing her identity, bit by bit, every time she yielded to her rapist, and it terrifed her.

There was a discrete knock on her door. “Jessie, it’s me,” came Sarah’s whispered voice. “I have to talk to you!” There was a sense of contained excitement in her tone. Jessica rose from her bed and opened the door. She was wearing nothing but a soft, thin t-shirt that barely covered her shaved crotch, but she decided it would be all right for her friend to see her this way. Sarah slid quickly inside, wearing a skimpy black teddy and a conspiratorial grin. Behind her came Tina, a short satin robe wrapped loosely around her busty little body, a wide smile showing her perfect white teeth. Finally, David followed them in and closed the door behind him, then turned and smiled at Jessica, wearing only a terrycloth bathrobe. It was as though the three of them had a naughty secret they were dying to share with her.

“What’s this all about?” Jessica asked nervously, clutching at the hem of her t-shirt and holding it down to hide her bare pussy, stretching the fabric tight and inadvertently making her nipples stick out even more visibly.

“Let’s go sit on the bed while I tell you,” said Sarah, taking her by the arm and guiding her back toward the bed she had just vacated. The others followed, making themselves comfortable around her on the narrow bunk.

“It’s like this,” said Sarah, eyes shining. “Last night Tina and I shared David. We had a great time, and afterward, we were all lying there, talking about you. We decided that we really should let you share the fun. We all know you want David, but you’re just too shy and old-fashioned to admit it. So we decided to make it easy for you. We brought him over to play with you, and we’re gonna tie you down so you won’t have to admit you want him or feel guilty about it!” “What?” said Jessica, jumping to her feet.

But it was too late. Tina had her by one wrist, and Sarah had the other. They pulled her back down onto the bed, pinning her quickly beneath them. Tina lay almost completely on top of her, her large, soft tits squirming against hers as she struggled.

“Hey, you guys, cut it out!” Jessica protested. Their playful demeanor gave the impression they were fooling around, though the way they’d pounced on her was startlingly aggressive. She didn’t know if they were serious or not, but she kept her voice lighthearted, hoping to defuse the situation without hurting anyone’s feelings. “Okay, funny! I admit it, it’s funny! Tie down the prude, right, I get it! Now let me up, I can’t breathe!”

“You’re gonna like it, girl, trust me,” Tina whispered in her ear. “His tongue is a gift from God! Just lie back and relax…”

Jessica felt a soft strip of cloth suddenly tighten around her wrist as it was knotted, and a thrill shot through her as she realized for certain that they were serious. Outrage rose up in her, followed quickly by a cold shaft of fear. She knew how her body would respond to what they were planning to do to her, and she knew she couldn’t bear the humiliation of having her friends see what she considered to be the horrible, ghastly, unbearable truth of her twisted, perverse nature.

She suddenly heaved herself nearly upright as she redoubled her struggles, but her right wrist was already tied to one of the bedposts, and she was brought up short. Tina wriggled against her, holding her other arm with both hands and trying to pin her back down with the full weight of her lithe, compact little body, and eventually drove her back down onto the bed. In the struggle her satin robe had come open, and her hot, naked breasts were squirming against Jessica’s, only the thin t-shirt between them.

Sarah had rolled on top of her thrashing, kicking legs, pinning them to the bed, while David quickly wrapped a second strip of cloth around her other wrist. Tina was giggling now, and a moment later Sarah joined her. The two rode her desperately-writhing body like bronco-busters, laughing and exclaiming to one another about how strong she was, completely unaware of her state of panic. Tina was straddling her waist now, giggling and nibbling at her neck, sending forbidden little thrills through Jessica’s helpless body. She felt her legs being pulled apart, a strip of cloth being tied around frst one ankle and then the other. The bonds tightened, dragging her legs even farther apart, and with a frightened chill she discovered that she was now helplessly spread-eagled on the bed.