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Chapter 3

The windshield wipers slapped a frenzied tempo. The heater tried in vain to melt away the fog. A wall of rain-obscured the road and darkness cast an eerie hue upon the forest. Although they were only going 30 mph, it seemed like a hundred.

The rental car slowed to a crawl and Chaz wiped the fog from his window. Standing like a pair of stone sentries, the pillars supported an iron gate. A brass plaque was mounted to a gray stone pillar. Raised brass lettering declared it to be 'The Castle of Canyon City'.

Intimidating steel gates opened at their approach. Sarah made a right turn onto the private road. Dark storm clouds cast foreboding shadows over the rolling estate. Manicured lawns gave way to a flowerbed and then a thick forest. On either side one could see the steep red cliffs of the canyon. They loomed overhead like stone bulwarks crafted by the finger of god.

The Castle lay nestled well within the estate. Paragon Boulevard of Canyon City lay miles behind them. 'The Castle' had at one time been a public works facility. It was constructed September 1898. During that time period, even lowly electrical and pumping facilities required grandeur. The walls were made of brown blocks carved from local quarries. Parapets, portcullis, arrow slits, and towers all seemed to await an enemy attack. Yet at the same time, long but narrow windows, massive wooden doors, and tiled roofs made it appear like a cathedral.

Time and changes in technology caught up with the building. The city could no longer afford the upkeep for an unused structure. It was sold at auction. 'Canyon Productions' bought 'The Castle' for a nominal price. Although most of their games were created in a computerized environment, 'The Castle' made a wonderful backdrop for their advertizing.

The Ford coupe circled around to the public parking lot and pulled into a slot. Sarah put the car in park. After two connecting flights and a harrowing drive from the airport, she declared, "Well, we're here."

Chaz looked out the side window and commented, "It's bigger than I thought. It must have decent size rooms." Sarah moved to his side and gazed up at the stone monolith.

The stone fa?ade seemed a grand beyond reason. This reflected the architectural style Lord Bartholomew Ward, a 16th century British aristocrat. In the gold rush of 1893, the aristocracy of the frontier yearned for legitimacy. The entire building was designed to resemble a 17th century German castle.

Sarah retrieved her purse from behind the driver's seat. From it, she retrieved a legal pad and scribbled a few notes. Their cover story was that they both were contest winners out on a grand holiday.

He gathered up their luggage, and she stuffed their winner notification letter back into the envelope. Smoothing down her skirt, she took a deep breath and steeled her nerves. "Let's do this."

They exited the car and made a mad dash for the awning. Spring rains fell from the sky in frigid sheets. By the time they made it to the front door, they were soaking wet. The covering provided blessed relief from the downpour.

The young couple hurried through the open sliding glass doors. A fire roared in the massive hearth. Brown leather sofas and a coffee table were situated before it. To the left through an open archway, they saw what appeared to be a formal dining room and smelled the succulent aroma of food. To the right of the hearth, they saw a bar. The excitement of an announcer and cheers of the crowd came from a baseball game on the TV.

The couple wandered up to the front desk. The diminutive brunette rose to her tiptoes and bent over the desk. "Hello, is anyone here?"

A woman emerged from a rear office. Her appearance surprised Sarah. It seemed a study in contradictions. On the one hand, she wore a conservative knee length skirt, a white schoolmarm blouse that had a banded collar, and a black satin narrow bow tie. On the other hand, the pencil skirt was made of very tight black leather. Glossy black leather highlighted her V-shaped thighs and drew the eye to her bubble ass cheeks. Her schoolmarm blouse was very tight. It had a front peek-a-boo lace panel that extended from a sweetheart neckline up to the banded collar. Through the lace mesh front panel, one could see her gleaming black satin bra cups. They displayed the rolling swells of her breasts.

"Hello, I'm Reggie. How may I be of assistance?" Her facial expression and tone of voice came across with a distinct pout. She avoided eye contact and crossed her arms beneath her melon size cleavage. The fact that she had the same first name as the other team lead was a coincidence to her. The Reggie she knew was a man and posing as a tourist.

Sarah paused for a moment and studied the girl. It was something that only a woman would notice, but her makeup seemed a bit overdone. She seemed ready for a vampy night on the town, not work behind a hotel lobby desk.

Gathering her composure, she declared, "My boyfriend and I won a contest." She handed Reggie the envelope.

"Let me check our records." Reggie typed at a computer consol. "Yes. I have it right here. You and the other contestants are sharing suite 1909. It has 2 bedrooms, 3 baths, a dining room, kitchen, and living area."

"We don't have our own room?"

"No. I'm sorry." Her beautiful face suddenly took on a strained expression. Something lingered behind her eyes that she longed to say but dare not. "The contestants are required to share a facility. If you would like to withdraw from the contest, I could make other arrangements?" Reggie jerked up her knee, shot her hands back to her bottom, arched her back, and drew in a breathy gasp.

Sarah screwed up her face. She had no idea what this girl's problem was and really did not care. "No. We want to stay here."

"I understand. If you will please fill out this guest card, I will begin your paperwork."

Sarah took the paper and pen from Reggie. She began filling out the card. The first few questions were standard. She filled in name, address, and telephone number. The next few were unorthodox. It wanted their birthdates, social security numbers, occupations, and nearest family relative. Yet she dutifully filled in all the blanks and handed back the card. "Do you have any amenities such as a gym?"

"Yes we do," Reggie said, struggling to maintain her composure. "The Castle has a full gym that includes a weight room, basketball court, roof top tennis court, pool, sauna, and running track. A keycard I'll provide will give you access to them." She placed two black cards with gold lettering on the countertop. "They also serve as credit cards. They are good through the hotel and local community."

"In addition to the amenities, there are a number of attractions in the area," she added. Her hand slid around to the front of her thighs. They stroked up and down the smooth black leather. Her eyes glazed over. She set out a number of pamphlets. "Canyon City has a number of hiking, horseback, and jeep trails. There are also guided fishing tours ?"

"No. We will be staying within the Castle for the remainder of our trip," she said cutting her off. "We would like to sample your NCVR entertainment. I'm told you have all the latest tech."

"Yes we do. Each room has giga-quad data lines. This allows for a full range of entertainment suites."

Sarah screwed up her face in thought. She then asked, "Why isn't this town on the map? It's a decent size city."

Reggie's trembling hands reached out for the armrests of her stool. She slid up onto it and crossed her legs. Bending over a bit, she winced and pressed her hands to her stomach. "The town paid them not to. Prior to the resort opening, Canyon city had an exclusive, well to do, population. They don't want to advertize for tourists."

"I didn't know they could do that."

"All it takes is money." Reggie crossed her arms and screwed up her face. "Some of our clients are a bit eccentric. We don't judge."

"Neither do we," Sarah agreed.

Reggie said, "Let me get you help with your bags."

The door opened and a girl scurried out. She wore a black pillbox cap and a black mini-dress. The bodice had dual, parallel buttons up the front. The fluffy crinoline skirt bounced with every step she took. "Mary, help these people with their bags."

"Yes Reggie," she replied. The girl scurried over and grabbed a brass luggage cart. She then wheeled it out the door.

Chaz wandered out to the car and opened the trunk. He had more than a few misgivings about letting a cute girl handle his luggage. However, it was her job, and he did not want to get her in trouble.

Mary was strong despite her size. She placed each piece of luggage on the cart and wheeled it into the hotel. Chaz followed her back into the hotel and joined up with Sarah. "If you will follow me, I'll show you to your room." She wheeled the luggage to the elevator banks. When the doors opened, she said, "I have to take the service elevator, but I will meet you up on the 19th floor."

Carina lay upon her bed. Slumber came upon her, and she rolled onto her back. Long strawberry blonde locks lay across her face. Her right hand flopped down onto her belly. At feeling satin, it flinched away. She opened her eyes and pressed her chin to her chest. Breasts swelled out from her chest. They filled the cups of a black satin underwire bra. A pair of nipple shaped distensions stretched out the lustrous fabric.

She closed her eyes again. Bending her knees and raising her leg into the air, she drew back the sheets from her body. Her right hand slid down her stomach and between her spread thighs. Her hand glided down the smooth surface of her black silk thong. The thong tapered to a 'V' between her spread thighs and sunk deep between her ass cheeks. Her middle finger traced down the smooth silky material. The fabric molded to a pair of small mounds and creased into a vertical slit.

When she tried to remove her hand, a sapphire ring bit middle finger like a maw of razor sharp teeth. She yelped and shook her hand. "No," she lamented, but the pain only became worse. She returned her hand between her legs. Her fingers slipped underneath the waistband of her thong. As it moved down, the fabric stretched around it. Her two middle fingers pushed into her slit. She began to furiously pump them, planted her feet on the bed, and raised her hips. Rapid wet slaps filled the air.

The flush of a toilet escaped the bathroom. Chris exited the bathroom wearing only a pair of vertical striped pajama bottoms. He was swarthy and handsome with deep brown eyes and curly black hair. His body was chiseled with well defined arms and chest. "Wow, you're still horny huh?"

She contorted her face and her stomach twisted into a knot. She looked away from him, refusing to make eye contact. He crawled onto the bed and lay down next to her. His muscular bulk moved on top of her. He kissed her and mashed his lips to hers. Soon his tongue probed her mouth and hands roamed about her body. His left hand moved between her legs and took the place of her hand. His thick fingers pumped into her sopping wet vagina. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as tingles gripped her body.

He moved up between her legs. Her calves rested upon his broad shoulders and her knees pressed back to her chest, thrusting her bottom into the air. He then grabbed the waistband to her thong and worked them up around her thighs. Fishing in his lounge pants, he found and pulled out his cock. It was long, thick, and red.

Looking her in the eye, he nestled the padded tip between her bare folds. Her vagina was dripping wet. With a fluid thrust, he plunged his cock into her body. She grimaced and let out a tiny whimper. She felt his shaft sink deep into her body, parting her slick envelope. When his hips met her bottom, he grasped her wrists and stretched them above her head. She tilted her head back and saw the silvery gleam of handcuffs. Cold steel wrapped around her slender wrists and bound them to the headboard.

From off the nightstand, he grabbed a black ball gag. He held it to her lips, and she parted them in obedience. He worked the ball past her teeth, filling her mouth. A chin strap fell into place as he tightened the cheek straps. The ball sank deep into her mouth.

He drew back his hips and thrust in one fluid movement. She snorted out a tiny grunt and her feet bounced in the air. She gazed down at her body: breasts wrapped in black satin, creamy thighs spread, a glistening cock pumping through her vaginal slit, and a silk thong stretched around her thighs.

"So how does it feel getting fucked like a little bitch?" His question was intended to be sexy, love play. However, it hit her like a slap to the face. He kept thrusting his hips, driving in his cock. "Your pussy is so tight, and I love fucking it." Pleasurable aches flowed up from her sex and seemed to mock her.

The dull tingle of her sex grew into a raging throb. Sexual impulses surged through her body. She snorted in shallow gasps. Wet meaty slaps came from between her legs. She kept her eyes closed, but she could feel everything. He grabbed her breasts and began to caress them. With each new breath, sexual aches flowed out from her chest.

He pumped fast and hard. Of all the cacophony of sensations, it was the sight of her black thong that pushed her over the edge. They stretched between her legs ? made of silk ? so utterly girlish. They belonged to her ... fit her ... were meant for her. She groaned and shook her head from side to side. The tension of her body sent her into a sexual frenzy. It grew to the breaking point. All at once her vagina quivered. Throbs between her legs rocked her body. She twisted in agony and moaned. Like a hot, wetness cum flowed into her body.

Chris sat back and withdrew his penis from her. She laid still, hands bound above her head and gag filling her mouth. She stared off into the distance and refused to acknowledge his presence.

His lips curled into a smirk. "You're one horny little bitch. What was it ... three times ... no, it was four. I've never come so many times in my life." He rolled her onto her stomach. She cringed when he crawled on top of her again. She felt the tip of his manhood part her ass cheeks. Slick cum lubricated her puckering anus. "Let's go for five."

"Unnhhh," she groaned and grimaced in anguish. There was incredible pressure on her puckering hole. All at once the resistance of her sphincter gave way. The rigid penis pushed into her, and pain sliced through her. Her anus tried to resist but the invading rod would not be thwarted. She clenched her ass cheeks as the rod sank deep into her butt. It moved inside her ass like a third person. Soon his powerful hips pressed against her padded butt. She snorted in gasps of air.

"I love fucking girls in the ass," he whispered in her right ear. She grasped the cuff chains and braced herself. He began to pump into her bottom.

She lay there on her belly. The bed squeaked and rocked thumping the wall. Her whimpers mixed with it and built to a sexual crescendo. Her back hole became loose, permitting his cock to freely pump her ass. "Ump umph ump umph," she grunted. Her agony sent him into a frenzy. He thrust his hips as hard as he could, smacking her bare white bottom until it was rosy. Her near constant groans turned into a warble.

"Take my cock in your ass you little bitch," he growled.

She could feel the changes within herself. Her body seemed a little more familiar and lingerie expected. A fragment of her masculinity slipped away. As if to confirm her loss, she felt his penis twitch inside her ass and cum spurt into her.

He pulled out of her ass and wiped the last bit of cum between her ass cheeks. He then pulled up her thong and snapped the waistband around her. He grabbed her cheeks with both hands and declared, "You've got the sexiest ass I've ever seen."

She lay her cheek down upon the pillow. She yearned to evaporate and disappear from existence. He unlocked her wrists from the cuffs. She scrambled off the bed and removed the gag.

Carina slid off the bed and padded out of the room. She returned a minute later carrying two mixed drinks. She scooted onto the bed beside him and handed him a glass. He took a sip, licked his lips, and then gulped it down.

Carina's left hand moved over his thigh. It grasped the shaft of his flaccid cock and began to stroke it. "I don't think I have anything left." He settled back and closed his eyes. She was not dissuaded, however, and rubbed the padded tip with her thumb. She nuzzled him and kissed his neck.

Reaching a conclusion, she scooted off the bed and hurried over to her closet. From it, she retrieved a duffle bag and carried it over to the bed. After unzipping it, she dumped out the contents. An assortment of ropes, dildos, lingerie, and other sex toys lay upon the bed.

Chris glanced up at her and chuckled, "What the hell is that for?" He doubled over and grimaced. "Oh shit," he exclaimed. "What the fuck!?"

Carina picked up a pair of lustrous blue silk panties. She held them up by the waistband. "I think you'll look sexy in these."

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