Out of Her Depth

Out of Her Depth
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ISBN:  9781907976131
Author:  Rosanna Challis
Word Count:  73,989
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He opened a slit in his white robe and pulled out his long, thick erection, then untied her and made her kneel on a block while he stood before her, legs astride and his cock inches from her lips.
   Do it, he commanded her. Do it well, with all your might and artifice. If you satisfy me, wench, there will be some satisfaction for you later.
   Jos eyes were glazed with shock as they stared at the wall of fierce implements. She had no doubt that they would be used on her if she dared to refuse the mans demands.

Joanne is making a voyage of self-discovery on the good ship Nirvana, dabbling in New Age therapies - with a difference! Jo agrees to follow the Path of Submission, under the charismatic Ravi, but the humiliation and pain she's forced to suffer grows progressively more severe, testing her to the limit.

Jo becomes involved with Chris, another therapist, who tells her Ravi is a charlatan. She tries to escape the guru's clutches, but he is jealous of her feelings for Chris and won't let her go. Only when Ravi starts playing black magic tricks on her does she fully realise the danger she is in...

While Steve sat opposite, slumped in an armchair as he downed his lager, Jo found herself moving closer to Keith on the sofa. The cushions were old and shapeless, dipping in towards the middle and making it impossible for two people to keep their distance. He was coming out with more jokes, making her giggle and stoking up her libido even more. Steve, however, was not laughing. He was staring at them - glaring, would be more accurate - and swigging four cans in succession since both Jo and Keith had only wanted one each.
   Seeing her chances of a passionate night with Steve evaporate before her eyes, Jo finally rose and faked a yawn. 'I think I'll turn in now,' she said, coolly.
   Being fairly sure that Steve was now too drunk to satisfy her, it was Jo's intention to get into bed and satisfy herself, fantasising about Keith as she did. But she'd only taken a couple of steps when Steve grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down towards him.
   'Oh no you don't, missy,' he slurred. 'I've been watching you and Keith all evening. You've been flaunting yourself at him like a tart and he's been lapping it up. He's supposed to be my mate and you're supposed to be my girl. Fuckin' traitors, the pair of you.'
   Jo tried to escape his grasp but his fingers only tightened on her wrist, making the small bones crack. 'Steve, let me go! You're hurting me!'
   'I'll let you go if you admit you're hot for Keith. Go on, say it. "I want to fuck your best friend."' He was leering at her viciously, and she felt a twinge of terror strike at her heart. His normally amiable features were twisted and dark with menace, his brows like black snakes over bloodshot eyes. Once, in such a mood, he'd slapped her face and the memory of it stung her still, making her tremble.
   'Don't be ridiculous,' she said, trying to stay calm. 'You're drunk.'
  'I may be drunk, but I'm not stupid. I just want to know the truth, that's all. Keith, what do you have to say for yourself? D'you reckon she's got the hots for you?'
   Put on the spot, Keith looked embarrassed. He shrugged. 'How should I know?'
   Steve snarled, 'Well if I can see it, surely you can!'
   He rose abruptly from the chair, knocking over the empty beer cans he'd stacked on the floor. Taking Jo by the shoulders he pushed her round roughly to face Keith. His fingers pulled at the shoulders of her top, forcing them down her arms so that the slopes of her breasts were visible, spilling over her black plunge bra.
   'Look at her!' he demanded viciously. 'Tell me you don't want to fuck her right now!'
   'Give it a break, Steve,' Keith moaned, his hands twisting in his lap, and Jo was sure he was trying to hide an erection. She felt ashamed of the way Steve was treating them both yet her conscience still pricked her. At some level she knew this was her fault.
   'I want to hear you both say it,' Steve persisted, locked into his drunken obstinacy. 'I want to hear you admit that you're hot for each other. Say it, both of you!'
   'Leave her alone, Steve. Let her go to bed. I'm off,' Keith said, rising from the sofa, but Steve pushed Jo forward so that she fell on top of his friend, pushing him back down and slumping to her knees in front of him. Before she could get up Steve's hands forced her shoulders down and she felt his weight on her back as he straddled her.
   'This is better, nice and cosy, just the three of us,' she heard him sneer. 'My best mate and my best girl. The oldest story in the book. Shall we turn it into a threesome, then? You liked watching that kinky video, didn't you Keith?'
   'Give it a rest!' Keith sounded disgusted, but Jo was in a state of extreme confusion. Her face was right in the man's crotch and she could feel the bulge of his prick beneath his chinos. Despite the imminent danger of the situation she couldn't help feeling aroused by her proximity to his erection and Keith's red face suggested that he was feeling randy too. Her juices were wetting the crotch of her panties, and her breasts were straining hard with her erect nipples prodding into the padding of her bra.
   Steve got up off her back and squatted on the floor beside her, but his hand was heavy on her neck, keeping her down. His tone changed, grew strangely reasonable, but there was a sinister undertone to his words that chilled her. Jo wanted to break away from him but was afraid he might turn violent.
   'Okay, I won't insist on a confession,' Steve said, his voice darkly ominous. 'They say actions speak louder than words, don't they? I'll let her give you a blowjob - you'd like that, wouldn't you Keith? And so would she, the bitch. So go on, undo his fly. His prick is smaller than mine, but you won't care, will you darling? Tonight you're so fuckin' randy you're anybody's!'
   'Please, Steve, you're going too far,' Jo began, but he yanked her head up by the hair, making her screech in alarm.
   'I said suck him, whore! You'll do it for me, because I say so!'
   Keith was sitting there like a block of stone. Jo hesitated, not knowing whether to continue to defy her lover or give in. She was deeply scared of him, but equally the thought of performing fellatio on his mate was a turn on. If she and Keith did get together at a later date then he'd just be getting a sample of what he was in for. Besides, it was obvious Steve wouldn't be satisfied until the deed was done.
   She reached out with trembling fingers and slowly pulled down the zipper of his trousers. His packet was neatly bunched inside tight black pants. Keith still sat there motionless, but then he whispered, 'You don't have to do this, you know.'
   'But she wants to,' Steve sneered. 'The slut wants to suck your dick. Let her do it.'
   Feeling as if she were in a dream, Jo pulled down the elasticated top of Keith's pants and saw the pink helmet of his cock spring up, shiny and moist. Her mouth watered. She'd always loved giving head but Steve hadn't wanted it for a while. He seemed to prefer to thrust straight into her without preliminaries, as if he were afraid that he couldn't sustain his erection for long - which was probably the truth.
   While Keith sat there immobile, Jo pulled his cock right out, and then his balls. They flopped over his pants like a bunch of ripe fruit, ready for picking. She opened her mouth and bent her head, giving his glans an experimental lick. There was a groan and she heard Keith mutter an oath.
   'Go on, eat him up!' Steve snarled, pushing her head down so far that she had no option but to take the whole of his shaft into her mouth at once. The bulbous tip nudged the back of her throat, making her gag, but she grasped the base of the shaft firmly and began to lick and suck up and down, getting into a rhythm. Her tongue laved the smooth skin hungrily and at the same time her fingers toyed with his heavy balls, alternately scratching them softly with her nails and gently squeezing them.
   While Jo laboured her clitoris was on fire, increasing her longing to feel the thick organ inside her, making strong thrusts and taking her swiftly up towards orgasm. Once this charade was over she would get to bed and continue the scenario with her vibrator playing the part of his dick, and her fingers rubbing wildly on the slick trigger of her nub, producing climax after climax. Unless this business developed into an orgy, of course. Somehow she didn't think Steve would let it go that far, though. His aim had been to humiliate her and his friend, to make her do it against her will. Little did he know how much she was enjoying it, and she suspected Keith was too.
   But if Jo thought she could hide her enjoyment from Steve, who knew her so well, she was wrong. As she expertly worked her tongue around Keith's foreskin, relishing the salty residue, her lover suddenly leapt to his feet.
   'You're getting off on this, the pair of you,' he accused, his speech slurring again. 'How could you do this to me, Joanne? I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget.'
   Terrified, she turned to face him. He was glaring down at her, eyes bulging, and she cringed away. With a flash of horror she saw him undo the thick leather belt holding up his jeans, the one with the brass Confederate buckle.
   'No!' she gasped. 'Don't hurt me, Stevie. I'm only doing what you told me to do.'
   'You're only doing what you want to do, whore!' He bared his teeth at her in a bestial snarl. She tried to scramble to her feet but he pushed her head down into Keith's lap and lifted up her mini-skirt.
   'For God's sake!' Keith exclaimed. 'You're not going to hit her?'
   'Who's going to stop me?' came the challenge.
   For a moment there was silence. Jo was helplessly caught between the two men, unsure which way to turn. She had a horrible feeling that Keith, gorgeous as he was to look at, would be too much of a wimp to stand up to his mate, so paralysed with fear she pressed her buttocks together and waited.
   'Suck him again, you randy tart!' Steve commanded.
   Hoping this might appease him Jo did as she was told, but Keith was losing his erection fast. She did her best to revive it with her tongue and got him to half-mast, then took his cock into her mouth again.
   Behind her rough hands pulled at the scrap of nylon lace that covered her modesty, tearing it to shreds until she knelt there bare-arsed and felt the trickle of her love juice down her inner thigh. Jo knew then that there would be no escaping punishment. Fear propelled her into an adrenalin high that made her pulse race frantically, and she braced herself with tightly clenched buttocks.
   The first blow came without warning, searing across her buttocks with a crack and leaving a fiery trail of pain behind it that brought tears of shame and anger to Jo's eyes. She tried to stagger to her feet but Steve's strong hand pushed her down again.
   'Take your punishment, woman! You deserve it!'
   She raised her eyes to Keith's in mute appeal but he turned away, shamefaced. His cock was standing up for itself again, as if he was finding the sight of a woman being thrashed stimulating. You bastard, she thought. How could she ever have fancied him? The stinging pain in her bottom was beginning to subside a little, but before she had time to recover properly another cruel whack assailed her flesh, making her cry out in agony.
  The tender skin felt raw and throbbed horribly, yet the warmth it produced through her nether regions was strangely comforting, despite the agonising aftermath of the blow. Throughout her ordeal her clitoris continued to throb with frustrated lust so that she longed to rub it against the upholstery. She inched nearer, making surreptitious contact between her mons and the base of the sofa.
   'Suck him again!' came the command from behind...

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