14 comments/ 159407 views/ 23 favorites Awakening Eve Ch. 01 By: myantonia2 Eve had lived in a suburb of Madison, Wisconsin all of her life. She was shy and had been rather sheltered until her parents were killed in a car accident driving home from her graduation from a nearby women's college. With neither family or job prospects there any longer, Eve drew upon all of her courage and decided to start her life all over again in a new city. She deposited her small inheritance safely in the bank, bought a ticket for San Francisco, and made a reservation for an indefinite stay at an affordable hotel. Looking out the airplane window, Eve bid a silent goodbye to Wisconsin. She wiped away a tear, but not quickly enough for it to escape the notice of her seatmate. A distinguished looking man in his late 40s or early 50s; he patted her hand and asked gently "Leaving good memories behind, I hope?" His sympathetic tone was all that Eve needed to begin weeping openly. Between sobs, she explained her situation to the man, who introduced himself as Claude DeBoise and graciously handed her his handkerchief. As she talked about the pain of her loss and the fear of moving to a city where she knew no one and didn't even have a job, Claude listened sympathetically. "You are very brave to strike out on your own. I'm sure that with your intelligence and charm, you'll have more friends and job offers than you'll know what to do with before very long. The fact that you're a lovely young woman should also open doors for you." Sarah blushed at the compliment. She had always compared herself against the more glamorous or flashy women she met, and inevitably found herself lacking. Where observers saw a fresh, wholesome beauty, Eve saw plain, unsophisticated and unappealing. "Well," Eve admitted, "I've never been one to make friends quickly." In fact, she was surprised that she was speaking so openly to a stranger. "I worked in my parents' business, and I lived at home while I went to college." Her timidity and unspoken fear of being lonely were evident to Claude. "Perhaps I can help. I've lived in San Francisco for more than twenty years, and I've been fortunate to make many good friends, several of whom own businesses and are always on the lookout for bright young employees. It just so happens that I'm having an informal get-together for some close friends at my house this Friday. I'd be delighted if you would join us. I'll send my manservant for you, since you don't know the city." And so, early Friday evening, Eve found herself deciding what to wear. Claude said that the gathering would be informal. Since that meant different things to different people, Eve decided to go with a knit camisole and a fuzzy wrap sweater over a simple mid-calf skirt. Promptly at seven, just as Eve finished twisting her hair into a knot, the doorbell rang. She jumped slightly, causing a tendril or two to escape and trail down her graceful neck. Claude's driver was waiting at the door. An attractive and sturdily built man, he introduced himself as Thomas and led her to the car. He wasn't what Eve expected. The word manservant conjured up someone who was refined and diffident. Thomas appeared to be neither. Although perfectly polite, a day's growth of beard and a hint of impertinence in his striking blue eyes gave him a somewhat coarse, sinister appearance. Fortunately for Eve, the drive wasn't a long one. Her attempts at talking about his employer were politely but deftly deflected, and Eve was too intimidated by Thomas to attempt any other conversation. Arriving at a secluded mansion, Thomas escorted Eve to the door, where Claude waited to greet her. He led her into the house. To Eve's surprise, there were no other guests. "Am I early?" she asked. Claude smiled and replied. "I made a slight mistake. The party is tomorrow night. Since I told you it was tonight, I thought we could enjoy a quiet dinner." Claude offered Eve a cocktail and showed her around his magnificent home until Thomas found them and informed them that dinner was ready. After a wonderful meal served by Thomas, Claude took Eve's arm and led her to the drawing room. He poured two glasses of vintage port, handing one to her. She took a sip and enjoyed the sweet warmth gliding down her throat. Eve said in appreciation "Claude, dinner was wonderful. And this whole evening was just lovely. You're very kind." "The evening isn't over, my dear. In fact, it's just beginning," he said enigmatically. Eve looked at him in confusion. "I don't understand," Claude cut her off by placing a finger over her lips. "Allow me to explain. Ever since we met on the plane, you've intrigued me. You are intelligent, attractive, and delightfully unspoiled. As a newcomer in town, you have certain needs – a job, a place to live, new acquaintances. I, too, have needs, needs that I have chosen you to fulfill." Eve, now alarmed, could only stare at him as he continued. "You will be my companion – in conversation, travel, and most of all, in sexual pleasure." He paused to allow her to have her inevitable say. "I beg your pardon! And just what in the world makes you think that I would go along with this plan?" Eve fumed. "You may be pretty sure of yourself but I don't want any part of it." She tried to stand, but Claude held her hands and kept her in her seat. "Eve, dear, I am afraid that you have no choice. You are in my home, with no way of returning to your hotel. I've made sure that the phones aren't available to you and that the doors are locked. If I'm not mistaken, no one will wonder what became of you when you don't return to your hotel." Terror replaced anger in Eve's eyes. Claude sought to reassure her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, which caused her to shudder. He continued, "Please understand that I intend you no harm. In fact, I plan on giving you as much pleasure as a woman can have. You will live here with me and Thomas, under my patronage and care. You'll have no need to find employment because I will take complete care of you. We'll attend cultural events, give parties, travel, and certainly buy pretty things for you. And you will entertain me. You will satisfy my every sexual whim, and I'll see to it that yours will be satisfied provided you are compliant in all that I ask of you." He paused, and then went on. "My friends, by the way, think that you are charming and they'd love to see more of you." His words, particularly the implications of his last sentence, left Eve too stunned to speak. Finally finding her voice, Eve demanded "Just what makes you think that you can force me to go along with this insanity?" "Eve, darling, I hope that force will not be necessary. If it is, it will be pleasurable force, and I will be assisted by Thomas. But we can both be very persuasive, and I'm sure you won't be dissatisfied," he replied. Eve jumped to her feet and started toward the door. "It's going to take more than the two of you to keep me here, mister!" Before she reached it, Thomas entered as if on cue. He closed and locked the door behind him, pocketing the key. He had removed his black blazer and appeared very imposing in snug fitting black jeans and T-shirt. "Ah, Thomas, right on time, as usual," Claude greeted him. "It appears that I haven't convinced Eve of the mutual benefits of our arrangement. Now that you're here, we can demonstrate." Eve's heart pounded inside of her chest. Surely this wasn't really happening! The look in Thomas's eyes and the feel of his grasp on her wrists, however, assured her that she wasn't dreaming. She tried to pull away but wasn't surprised when his grip held firm. He tied a silk cord around her wrists so that they were bound loosely but securely behind her. Meanwhile, Claude tended to the music. He selected a classical piano concerto – was it Mozart? – That was seductive in its timeless beauty. Returning to Eve, he raised his glass of port in a toast and said "To new beginnings!" He removed the sweater from her shoulders and let it hang behind her caught by her bound wrists. Next he stroked her cheek and trailed his fingers down her throat and across the skin above the neckline of her camisole. Eve flinched and stepped back, only to bump into Thomas, who held her against his rock-solid chest and clasped his hands around her waist. Claude took in Eve's physical response. Goosebumps covered her arms, her breathing became labored and, despite her best efforts, her nipples constricted into taut nuggets. He ran a finger across one of the stiff tips and nodded approvingly. "Mmmm, lovely. A very sensual woman," he murmured as if to himself. "The combination of fear and arousal produces quite a remarkable effect, Thomas. Let's make her more comfortable and, er, accessible, shall we?" The younger man reached under Eve's camisole, unhooked her strapless bra and tossed it aside. Eve's generous breasts were now perfectly molded by the silky knit of her camisole. She realized that her nipples protruded brazenly through the fabric, and she felt both mortified and angry at her inability to control her body. This was so unlike her. (Although, in truth, she had never before found herself in circumstances remotely like these.) Fighting back tears, she tried to make her mind a blank. Thomas reached around and cupped her breasts in his large hands. He smiled as he strummed her nipples through the camisole. Rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, he gently twisted and pulled. A shock of pain – and something else – ran through Eve. Claude didn't appear to be offended at all by Thomas's forwardness. The pleased expression on his face made it clear that he was, in fact, pleased. "Sir," Thomas addressed Claude, "she is very responsive. Watch her rub her ass against my cock while I play with her tits." Eve was humiliated to realize that she was, indeed pressing herself against a very large, very solid piece of male anatomy. Her eyes grew round when Claude said to Thomas "Proceed, please." The low growl that Thomas made told Eve that it would be his pleasure. He slipped the straps over her shoulders and pulled the camisole down to her waist, exposing Eve's breasts completely to view. Then he unfastened her skirt and yanked both it and the camisole down over her hips, letting them fall to her ankles. Eve stood before the two men in only bikini panties, heels and thigh-high stockings. Her exposure to the air, combined with the complete indignity of her situation, caused her nipples to pucker even further. She sobbed openly "Please don't do this! Please! I just want to go home!" Thomas whispered "Shhh, It's alright, sweetheart. You'll see," and stroked her breasts softly. Claude, meanwhile, gave a sigh that expressed his enchantment at the sight of Eve in her near-naked splendor. This was perfection in a woman – soft, supple skin, full breasts that made the mouth water, a precious little thatch of curls that showed through her thin panties, and an unassuming shyness that was completely without guile or conceit. The thought of bending her to his will, of seeing a cock between her full lips, tasting her musky dew, brought him close to ejaculating. He paused to collect himself, then took her nipples between his fingers and pinched them just to the point where pleasure met pain. As sensation shot from her breasts to her pussy, Eve closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. She felt moisture seep from her slit. Although she had never really examined her sexual side, she was aware of what was happening and appalled at herself for allowing herself to react. "Your breasts are so very lovely," Claude said almost reverently. "And your nipples – so hard, and yet soft as velvet." He gestured to Thomas, inviting him to enjoy Eve's charms. "You're too kind," Thomas smiled at his employer. Standing in front of Eve, he nuzzled his face into the hollow between her throat and her shoulder, and then began a trail of soft kisses from her neck downward. As he neared her breasts, he cupped their fullness in his hands. He brought them together, raising them to meet his lips. The cool moistness of his tongue sent shivers down Eve's spine and caused the muscles of her vagina to constrict. Shamed, she felt her juices spilling from her pussy. She writhed, telling herself she was trying to evade Thomas's touch but knowing in her heart that she savored every stroke and nip on her raw, swollen tips. Rolling her head back, she whimpered halfheartedly "Please, no . . ." Claude merely smiled. Taking his glass of port, he tilted it above Eve's breasts and allowed the dark red liquid to slowly trickle over them. Thomas then lowered his head and licked the port from each breast, starting on the soft underside and circling until only the nipple remained. Then he took his time cleaning her now aching tits. Thomas sipped at Eve like a connoisseur sampling the finest champagne. Every nerve in her body quivered as his tongue flicked and caressed. Noticing her reaction when his rough chin grazed her nipples, he rubbed the stubble back and forth over the throbbing tips, causing the most delicious discomfort that Eve could imagine. Eve could not help herself and moaned "Oh, God!" With a shudder, her body bucked and her head tossed from side to side. Claude was mesmerized by her reaction. "Come," he ordered, and he led Eve to a full length mirror in the corner. She was too stunned to do anything but follow. Standing in front of the mirror with Claude behind her, Eve was astonished at the sight before her. Instead of the meek naïve girl she was when she left Wisconsin, she saw a wanton, sexual woman, a woman needing to be fucked. She flushed beneath her own gaze. This is so wrong. Don't look. How could I have become such a tramp? Thank God Mom and Dad will never know. These thoughts raced through Eve's mind. She shook her head, trying to dispel them, trying to awaken from what surely was a crazy dream. But she heard Claude murmur to her seductively and couldn't deny what was happening, or her reaction to it. "Look at the image of pleasure," he whispered. "Your lips are open. Your eyes are heavy with lust. Your breasts, well, need I say anything?" She watched him stroke the downy skin of her breasts and pluck at her aching nipples. "Do you like what you see, my dear? Would you like to watch yourself come?" And he reached around her to dip a hand into her panties, sliding back into her silky folds. "Ah, you are so wet! Your juice is virtually flowing into my hand." He moved the panties away from her slit found her swollen clit. Stroking and pinching it, he whispered excitedly. "Watch! "Watch as you come." As Claude stroked her, Eve cried out while tremors overcame her. Had Thomas not been there to support her, she would have fallen into a quivering heap. But Claude wasn't about to give her a rest. With a signal to Thomas, the two men laid Eve on a backless chaise lounge. Thomas untied her writs and re-tied them to one end of the chaise. Then he took two more cords from his pocket and tied her ankles, spread apart, to the other end. If Eve was frightened before, she now felt complete panic. Standing over Eve, Claude took in the delectable view. He slipped two fingers beneath her panties and into her dripping slit. He circled them, and Eve writhed to his manipulations. Probing, he pushed his fingers deeper within her, then stopped suddenly, delighted at his discovery. "Well, Thomas! She is a virgin!" "And that, sir, is just one of the reasons I enjoy working for you," Thomas replied with a devilish grin. His eyes met Eve's and held them. She trembled at the feral desire she saw in him. "I know you are eager, Thomas, but we'll allow her to remain a virgin for one more day. Tomorrow night would be a much more special time. For now, let's help Eve to discover herself." Then Claude motioned for Thomas to join him. Thomas stood across from Claude with Eve between them. He grasped one side of Eve's bikinis in both hands and easily tore it apart. He repeated this on the other side and tossed the ruined garment aside. The two men took their time exploring the dazed young woman. She lay before them like the idealized sacrificial maiden. A small waist accented her full breasts and curved hips. Her dusty pink nipples puckered into taut pebbles, and the small delta of hair at the apex of her thighs beckoned as if to say "Come see what treasure I hide." The men's scrutiny was so intense that Eve could sense the heat emanating from their eyes and the pulsing of the blood in their veins. "Let me go!" she pleaded. "I don't do this kind of thing" "Oh, but you will," replied Claude. He drew a chair and sat facing by Eve's side to get the best view of her charms and of her initiation at Thomas's hands. Thomas began by spreading Eve's vulva and stroking her lightly. "Ohh!" Eve couldn't keep from crying out. "That's good, baby," Thomas said to her. "You're starting to find out what your cunt is for, aren't you?" "No! I don't want this," she cried. "No?" he responded with a smirk. "Let's just see." He plunged a finger into Eve's wetness, crooked them slightly, and rotated it slowly within her. At her quick intake of breath, he asked her "Is this what you don't want?" He increased the speed of his finger until Eve felt a sudden rush of electricity followed by a feeling of release. "Oh God!" she whispered in despair. Removing his finger, Thomas dabbed Eve's juice on her lips. "Taste yourself, sweetheart. We're about to have dessert." Eve was thoroughly repulsed at the thought of tasting her own fluids, but her tongue sneaked out to clean her lips nevertheless. The taste, the aroma – as disgusted as she wanted to be, she nevertheless found oddly fascinating. Before she knew what was happening, Thomas untied her ankles and pushed her legs open as wide as they would go. He then sat between her outstretched thighs. Claude, in the meantime, took his place in a nearby chair where he had an excellent view of the coming activities. Forcing himself to be patient, he clasped his hands together to keep them from seeking out his cock. When Thomas spread Eve's lips with one hand and lowered his face toward her pussy, she was appalled. While she was inexperienced, she wasn't ignorant, and she knew exactly what he intended to do, and she didn't think she could bear it. Thomas lapped lightly at her glistening lips. Finding her clit, he touched it lightly with his tongue, sending a jolt through her. He then started to nibble and suck on it, thoroughly enjoying the way her hips squirmed. "Stop it! Stop it!" Eve's pleas would have gone unheeded, but Claude raised a hand and motioned for Thomas to cease. "Stop what, Eve?" he asked her. She was silent, unable to say the words. But Claude persisted. "Stop what? Eating your pussy? Licking your cunt?" He emphasized the crude words, knowing full well that she would never utter them of her own volition. "Say it Eve. Say 'licking my cunt, licking my sweet, juicy cunt," he tormented her. Eve just shook her head stubbornly. Without any warning Claude grasped Eve's nipple and gave it a twisting pinch. The stinging pain brought tears to her eyes. Again he demanded "Say 'licking my sweet, juicy cunt.'" Claude silently counted to five and when she remained silent he took both nipples in his fingers and twisted sharply. By now, Eve was sobbing. "Are you enjoying this so much that you won't say it?" Claude taunted. "I wouldn't have taken you for someone who enjoyed pain." As he reached again for her inflamed nipples, Eve cried out. "No! I'll say it!" She struggled with the words but finally said "L-licking my (sob) sweet j-juicy cunt. There! Are you happy?" "Delighted, my dear. And do you like it when Thomas licks you?" "No! Of course not!" she retorted. "No? Then why are you so wet? Why are your nipples erect? And why do you squirm so sweetly while he is doing it? Do you know that you were actually pushing your pussy into his face?" Awakening Eve Ch. 01 "No!" she cried out angrily. "That's not true." Claude motioned to the other man "Thomas, I believe Eve needs to be reminded." Thomas was more than happy to resume his work and he returned to it vigorously. Eve did everything in her power to avoid any sensation, but it was no use. The man was skilled with his tongue and knew his way around a vulva. While he attended to her pussy, Claude leaned over and sucked on Eve's nipple, occasionally grazing his teeth over the hypersensitive tip. Together, the men worked relentlessly until an orgasm, undeniable even to the unwilling Eve, overcame her. "Clearly no reaction, eh Thomas?" Claude asked sardonically. "Perhaps we should let Eve rest for the evening. She has a big day ahead of her tomorrow, and we don't want fatigue to interfere with our plans for her." And with that, Thomas carried the now limp young woman upstairs, laid her down in a sumptuous bed, and left her to dream, locking the door behind him. Awakening Eve Ch. 02 If you haven't read Part I, I urge you to do so before reading Part II. And in both cases, I would very much appreciate receiving your feedback. Thank you. * Eve slept fitfully. To prepare her for becoming accustomed to being nude, she had been allowed no sleep clothing, or even sheets. Thus, every time her hands drifted over her body or her body shifted, she was acutely aware of her nakedness and of the attentions that had been forced upon her. Just before noon, Thomas entered Eve's room to awaken her. It was obvious to him that she was dreaming. Her head tossed back and forth, while she murmured in her sleep "No! Please don't!" Her hands, though, belied her protests as one caressed her erect nipples and the other stroked the downy curls at the apex of her thighs. Thomas smiled at the sight, and only reluctantly did he shake Eve's shoulder. "Come on, Princess, time to get up." After a moment, Eve began to awaken. Quite groggy, at first she didn't realize where she was. She finally opened her eyes to discover that she was in an unfamiliar bed, naked, with Thomas standing over her. Recalling the previous evening and flushing at the thought of what had happened to her, she reached for the protection of sheets that weren't there. She was forced to use her hands to preserve as much modesty as she could. She glared at Thomas, who was wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt that clung to the muscles of his chest and reminded her of his strength and his power over her. Still, she boldly demanded to be let go. "Not likely, Princess," Thomas responded says with that same arrogant smile that had sent shudders up her spine last night. "Mr. DuBois has plans for you. Big plans." Thomas had brought breakfast to Eve, and he set the tray on the bed beside her. "Do you really think I would eat a thing that you give me?" Eve spat. Thomas smiled at the thought of what she would eventually put in her mouth. She read his lewd thoughts and shuddered visibly. Thomas, however, chose not to go down that road just yet. Instead, he simply said "Sweetheart, you are going to need energy, believe me. You will eat, one way or another." Eve stubbornly turned her head away, when she suddenly felt Thomas's strong hand on her jaw. With one hand, he brought her face back toward him. The other hand held a forkful of scrambled eggs. "Don't make me remind you that you have no control of the matter," he told her as his hand squeezed lightly on her jaw. "Now, open up, Princess." She reluctantly reached for the fork, but he pushed her hand away and said "Just open up." He proceeded to feed her like a child, adding to her humiliation by reminding her that she is at his mercy. When Eve ate all that Thomas fed her, he gave her a thin robe. Noting the gratitude in her eyes, he hastened to add "Mr. DuBois enjoys the pleasure of seeing his toys unwrapped each time he plays with them." Without giving her time to respond, Thomas took Eve by the arm and led her through the huge house. He opened a door and led Eve into a room that resembled a high class spa, or what Eve thought that one would look like since she had never had the money or opportunity to indulge in such luxuries. In front of a mirror and a counter with a sink and various implements, there was an adjustable leather lounge chair that appeared to be very soft and luxurious. Thomas looked at his watch and said "We won't have long to wait." Eve was mystified, but she refused to ask Thomas what they were waiting for. Instead, she pointedly ignored him and stared straight ahead of her. He simply smiled knowingly. Before long, the door opened and Claude DuBois entered the room. "Good morning, my dear," he greeted Eve. "I trust that you slept well." Eve said nothing and continued to stare at the wall. Her heart was pounding, though, as she wondered fearfully what was in store her. Claude continued, "Eve, remove your robe." Ignoring him, Eve crossed her arms firmly across her chest. Rather than becoming angry, Claude simply made a brief motion to Thomas, who effortlessly uncrossed Eve's arms, untied the robe and slid it off of her. "Tsk, Eve, you must understand that you are powerless. What I command, you must do. There were no consequences this time because you did not know the rules. But now you will. They are quite simple, and you will learn them over the coming days. All of them boil down to one thing. You will submit to me." The authority in Claude's voice clearly said that he would tolerate no defiance. Nevertheless, Eve tried to appear indifferent to Claude's words. She gave a small toss of her head and said "Hmph!" as she pointedly turned her back to Claude. Thomas moved toward Eve to force her to turn around, but when Claude held up a hand he kept his place. Claude himself walked around Eve. Facing her, he smiled. Without warning, he grasped her nipples in his fingers and twisted them sharply. Eve cried out and her eyes filled with tears, but Claude continued to twist, pinching firmly at the same time. When Eve's knees finally buckled, he released her throbbing nipples. "Rule number one. You will never ignore me or turn your back to me when I am speaking to you. Do you understand?" A few seconds passed without a reply. Claude raised his hands towards Eve's breasts, causing Eve to jump and respond quickly. "Yes, I understand." Claude nodded his head and said "Excellent. Now, sit." He gestured toward the leather chaise. This time, Eve complied instantly, and she sat in a semi-reclining position. The butter-soft leather felt good against her naked skin, but she wasn't able to take any pleasure in it. Thomas went to her and placed one of her arms on the arm of the chaise. Before she realized what he was doing, he strapped her wrist firmly to the arm. As he reached for the other, she pulled it back. Thomas briefly glanced up at Claude, then he slapped first one of her breasts and then the other, hard enough to make Eve sob outright. He calmly proceeded to strap her other wrist to the chaise. Moving to her ankles, he strapped them to the chaise, as well. He then shifted a lever and Eve found the foot of the chaise separating, spreading her legs wide. "Oh my God!" Eve thought silently. "What are they going to do?" Her mounting panic caused her to hyperventilate, making her chest rise and fall visibly. Clause smiled and caressed her breasts. "Mmm, so lovely. So very lovely." Eve was astonished that the same hands that had dealt with her so cruelly could be so tender. As he caressed the tips of her nipples with his thumbs, making them tighten into firm pebbles, she gasped at the pleasure that followed so closely on the heels of such pain. "It's time I had a good look at your sweet little pussy, don't you think?" Claude said, smiling at Eve. She blushed furiously at the prospect and the humiliation she felt at being unable to prevent it. Claude noticed her mortification. He said to her mildly, "My dear, there is no cause for shame. I have chosen you because your body is exquisite. And now it is mine. Think of this as a collector viewing and appreciating a magnificent piece of art." Of course, Claude's words did nothing to ease Eve's mind, and she fought back tears as Thomas flipped a switch and raised the chaise and Claude took his place between her outstretched legs. He was silent for a moment as he visually inspected her. Placing his hands on her lower abdomen, he used his thumbs to spread her labia for a better view. He sighed. "Is there anything more lovely pleasing than opening the petals of a tender young flower?" Moving closer, he inhaled deeply. "Ah! I am tempted to taste, but I mustn't spoil the evening's pleasure." Reluctantly, he backed away. Thomas lowered the chaise a bit, then turned toward the counter. He worked busily. First, he took a hot, moist towel and placed it on Eve's mons. It was not so hot as to be unpleasant, and Eve actually appreciated the warmth in the cool room. Thomas then turned his back to her and appeared to mix something in a bowl. After a few moments he turned back to her. Eve's eyes grew wide as she saw that he held a bowl of hot wax. She remained mildly puzzled until Thomas removed the cloth and she realized that it wasn't her legs that were about to be waxed. Again, her cheeks flamed with shame as Thomas began to apply wax to the entire area around her pussy. She closed her eyes tightly as if to shut out even the idea of what was happening. With quick jerks, Thomas pulled the strips of wax away. Eve had never been a fan of waxing her legs, and the pain of having it done to her pussy was excruciating. She cried out with each tug. It seemed like an eternity until Thomas finished. Eve struggled against feeling grateful when he applied a soothing lukewarm towel on the area, relieving some of the stinging of her tender flesh. She gave a sigh of relief. "Does that feel better?" Claude asked with a bland smile. "Please understand, my dear, that if you must experience pain at my or Thomas' hand, it will soon be followed by pleasure." He made a brief gesture and Thomas, who had been removing the waxing implements, flipped the switch once again to raise the chair to shoulder level. Claude stepped back and Thomas stepped into the V between Eve's legs. Eve could see his eyes roam appreciatively over her smooth skin. She shuddered when he licked his lips, fearing another assault by his mouth. Instead, Thomas ran his fingers over the freshly waxed areas, nodding in satisfaction. He turned to Claude. "If I must say so, sir, I did an excellent job. She is quite smooth," he said to his employer. Claude instructed with a slight frown "Be absolutely certain, Thomas." "As you wish," Thomas replied. Lowering his head toward Eve's pussy, he began to place gentle kisses all around the area, beginning farther away and gradually making his way toward her delicate inner folds. The sensation was intensely arousing and Eve fought hard to keep her hips from writhing. Her struggles became more difficult when Thomas' mouth found her labia, and she could feel moisture seeping out of her. When he planted a long sucking kiss on her clit, she couldn't hold back. "Aiyeeee!" she shrieked as she arched and thrust her cunt against Thomas' tongue. Her juices flowed into his hungry mouth, and he lapped up every drop. Finally, Eve's hips stopped bucking and the spasms that had wracked her entire body eased. Claude was delighted that even Thomas, a man who had pleased and tormented many an exquisite pussy, appeared to be dazed by Eve's powerful reaction. His own cock was rock hard and only by extreme concentration and discipline was he able to avoid ejaculating in his trousers. Trying to allay his eagerness for the evening's revels, he snapped his fingers and brought Thomas to attention. "Thomas, we have work to do," he reminded his servant. "I'm sorry, sir. Right away." Eve's hopes that she was about to be released from the chair were dashed as Thomas busied himself with items that he took from a cabinet below the counter. Eve grew increasingly apprehensive when he prepared a tray of medical instruments. Her naïveté as to their purpose didn't keep her from the knowledge that whatever was about to happen could not be good. Eve's fears turned to certainty when Thomas poured alcohol onto a pad and swabbed it over her nipples. He had lowered the temperature in the room earlier, and her nipples were stiff and erect. With a needle in his right hand, he grasped one of her breasts with his left. The dawning realization that she was about to be pierced caused Eve to shriek "No!" Thomas' grasp was firm, however, and with a swift motion he shoved the needle through her nipple. Eve's wail could have been heard throughout the house had anyone else been present. Never had she experienced such pain. Her nipple was throbbing in agony and tears streamed from her eyes. Before she could think about it, he swiftly pierced the other nipple. As sobs shook her body, he held her breasts still and inserted shiny gold hoops into the raw and bleeding holes. Wile Eve's mind was still clouded by the shock of the pain in her nipples, Thomas swiftly positioned himself between her legs. With another swab and another stab, he pierced her clit. The pain was even more intense than that caused by the earlier assault on her nipples, and Eve writhed in pain. Watching her, Claude murmured "Exquisite." He gazed at her for a few more moments, then leaned down to kiss her gently on the forehead. "Until this evening, my dear." Awakening Eve Ch. 03 The Presentation Eve lay still, unable to move or speak. Her world was still reeling from the shock of the debauchery to which Claude had subjected her the previous evening. Now the pain and humiliation of having her most intimate parts pierced left her in shock. Assessing Eve's helplessness, Thomas scooped her naked form into his arms and carried her back to her room. Laying her down on her bed, he touched his finger to her lips and said "Later, Princess." Eve stared blankly as he left. It took several minutes for the violated young woman to form a thought. When she did, she was thoroughly ashamed of herself. She longed for what used to be, what she would never have again – her quiet life in Wisconsin, her family, her innocence. How could she have been so naïve to trust Claude? she thought. Taking his interest for kindness was the biggest mistake of her life, one that she was paying for dearly. And given the ordeal that she had just been through, she harbored no illusions that she would be released any time soon. In despair, she sobbed and sobbed into the pillow until, finally, she fell into an exhausted sleep. Some time later – she didn't know how long she slept, but the light outside her window had faded – Eve was wakened by Thomas, who had brought her a tray of food and ordered her to eat it quickly. She was too hungry to disobey, and she soon finished every bit. After the meal, Thomas handed Eve a thin robe and led her to an adjoining room. Seeing a rather effeminate looking man there, Eve looked at Thomas questioningly. He simply handed her over to the other man and said to him "I'll be back in an hour." The man introduced himself as Daniel, then sat her down in a chair and began to style her hair. When she started to protest, he held her in the chair gently and said "Now, sweetie, I have my orders from Mr. DuBois. It will be very unpleasant for both of us if you don't let me do my work. I promise, you'll look stunning." Eve bit her tongue and let Daniel proceed. She watched silently as he swept her thick auburn hair into a simple, elegant twist then proceeded to apply makeup so expertly that Eve was taken aback by her own reflection. She took no pleasure in her appearance, though, knowing that all of this was for the sick pleasure of Claude DuBois. Just then, Thomas reappeared with a garment bag draped over his arm. He put it over the back of a chair, and asked Daniel "Ready to finish up?" At Daniel's nod, Thomas took Eve's arm and made her rise from the chair. He stood behind her, while Daniel untied the sash of Eve's robe. Eve only stood mutely as Daniel pulled the robe from her shoulders bound her wrists in front of her. Thomas removed what appeared to be a large, sheer veil from the garment bag. He wrapped it around Eve, crisscrossing the two corners around her neck and tying them behind. While its length reached the floor, the front was barely there. As long as Eve was still, she was somewhat covered, but the garment breezed open when she walked, exposing her to full view from the waist down. When Eve looked into the mirror, she blushed in shame. Before her stood a stranger with smoky eyes and pouty lips and a lush body that was clearly made for one thing only – sexual pleasure. Eve tried to divorce herself from the image before her, but every one of her senses was invaded by sheer carnality. She wept inwardly at the prospect of being used by Claude. In another room, thirty guests waited for their host to appear with the strains of classical but extremely sensual music in the background. Claude was known for his wickedly good parties. What did he have in store for them this evening? No doubt, the small circular stage in the center of the room would be involved, as it had at several of their previous gatherings. When Claude appeared, his commanding presence caused a hush as he made his way from the door to the stage, nodding his greetings to people here and there. "Ladies and gentlemen, I cannot tell you how delighted I am to have you here this evening. As you know, our gatherings mean a great deal to me – and to all of us, I hope – but I hope to make this one very special indeed." He paused for dramatic effect. "In the past, our activities have involved only ourselves or an occasional professional entertainer. As you know, given our positions in society, caution is a must and new members are admitted only after we can be assured of their discretion. With that comes both experience and willingness." "Tonight, however, I am fortunate to be able to indulge in every man's dream – and that of many women, as well – the initiation of fresh, unspoiled youth. And I wish to share that experience with you, my friends and kindred spirits." A door opened and Thomas led a struggling young woman into the room. When she resisted stepping up onto the stage, he simply scooped her up and deposited her next to Claude. The guests, mostly men but a few women scattered through the room, murmured in hushed tones, unable to take their eyes from the luscious body that her gown did little to conceal. Claude's voice interrupted their whisperings. "May I present Eve, my new treasure, my pet. Eve is not only young and, as you can see, quite lovely. Most important, she is a virgin. Tonight, her virginity will be taken before all of us." "No! Someone please help me!" Eve cried out in, even though she knew from looking at the faces in front of her that thwarting Claude's plans was the last thing on the guests' minds. Claude smiled at Eve indulgently and stroked her cheek with his knuckle. "My sweet, you are so beautiful when you struggle. And you'll be even more so as Thomas takes you. By jove, I'd be tempted dive into your tender young pussy myself if it weren't for the thought of watching you twisting, sweating, and screaming out in pleasure." Claude chuckled at the look of disgust on Eve's face. "Oh yes, there will be pleasure, whether you want it or not." Eve became more frantic at Claude's words. As her struggles intensified, so did the looks of lust on the faces before her. The poor girl didn't realize the effect that her writhing and panting would have on the audience. While she fought helplessly against Thomas's restraining hands, some licked their lips and some groaned. Hardening cocks tented their trousers and pussies became slick. "Ladies and gentlemen, shall we enjoy the show?" With that, Claude retreated to a chair with an unobstructed view of the platform. Thomas knew what to do. This was to be no "slam-bam-thank you, ma'am." His job was to make every step of Eve's defloration as delicious as possible, drawing out the pleasure so that every moment could be savored. His smile was feral as he stood behind Eve and unfastened the knot that held her gown together. The material fell to the floor and Eve stood before the room much like Venus in the flesh. The exertions of her struggles gave her skin a light sheen and made her chest rise and fall with anxiety. Her nipples stood erect, highlighted by the shiny gold rings that pierced them. Unconsciously, Claude stroked his cock through his trousers. Some of the men shifted in their seats, their now bulging cocks having become uncomfortable within their trousers. Only the strains of soft background music could be heard as the guests took in the magnificent sight. Although Eve tried to cover herself, Thomas pulled her shoulders back so that her breasts thrust forward. Then he ran his hands down from her shoulders to her hips, bringing them back to cup her breasts. Eve shuddered at his touch. The reality of being raped in front of this eager crowd sank in. Unfortunately, as repellant as this was to Eve, her body seemed to have a different response. Recalling how Claude and Thomas had abused her body the previous evening, she felt the same responses in her pussy she had then. With the index finger of one hand, Thomas circled one of Eve's taut nipples. The tremor that ran through her body was apparent. Adding to the torment, he flicked his thumbs back and forth over her nipples, making them even more distended as he rasped his fingernails across the tips. "Nooo!" Eve murmured in protest. Her hips wriggled from the unwanted sensations and her juices began to drip down her inner thighs. The scent of her arousal reached Thomas's nostrils, causing his sizeable cock to grow even harder. "Oh, you're going to love this, baby, trust me," he whispered evilly into her ear. Eve shook her head in denial, until Thomas pinched and twisted her nipples cruelly. The audience was not impervious to the sight before them. Indeed, most of the men had withdrawn their cocks from their trousers, and the lucky few that were sitting next to women were being stroked by their companions. As for Claude, the perfect prelude to his own orgasm was watching a woman reach hers. Everything was proceeding as planned, to his great delight. Thomas dipped his head to take an aching nipple into his mouth, alternately and raking his teeth over the tender buds, sucking. Recalling the reaction awakened in her the night before, Eve both dreaded and craved the feelings she knew were going to come before this night was over. She struggled futilely, not realizing that the movements of her body served only to arouse every other person in the room. Some men pumped their aching cocks, others slipped a finger or two into a willing female's cunt, all the while watching the beautiful young woman on the dais wriggle and moan. Claude addressed Thomas. "In spite of Eve's protests, I suspect that she has already begun to appreciate her initiation. Thomas, would you be so kind as to check her lovely pussy's response to your attentions?" Thomas grinned as he fingered Eve's slit. Her juices were quite visible on his fingers as he held them up for the audience to see. "I believe Eve is responding quite nicely," he said before bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. Moving along with the sweet torture, Thomas easily lifted Eve and placed her on a chaise that stood behind them, then swiftly secured her arms above her head and tied her ankles to the legs of the chaise so that her open thighs gave him easy access to her most private places. He moved to the end of the chaise and positioned his face near Eve's shaved mound. Exhaling slowly, Thomas gave Eve her first, incredible, sensation of warm breath on her pussy, along with the awful knowledge of the assault that was about to follow. Eve, while innocent, was not ignorant. Her friends discussed oral sex and Eve had listened with a combination of revulsion and envy. She had imagined that perhaps some day she would experience it with the man of her choice. She tried to keep an open mind, but she really couldn't imagine getting any pleasure out of such a disgusting act. At the first touch of Thomas's tongue, all conscious thought flew from Eve's mind. With one long, slow stroke, he had her quivering. His tongued snaked among Eve's tender folds, exploring, tasting, tormenting. He circled the small jewel within until Eve's whimpers could be heard by everyone, then he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, flicking back and forth with his tongue until the poor girl couldn't stand it any longer. She shrieked as an orgasm tore through her entire body, yet sobbed in shame at the same time. But Thomas wasn't finished. Rather than easing up and allowing Eve's orgasm to abate, his tongue attacked, not gently this time, but like a cock, fucking Eve's pussy furiously. It thrust in and out in an exquisite assault that had Eve arching her hips to meet Thomas's hungry mouth. The audience roared its approval. All eyes were fixed on Eve. Even the woman who had hiked up her dress and mounted the gentleman beside her faced the stage so that she could be fucked without missing a moment of the performance. Yes, every man and woman in the room was eager to get to their own fucking, sucking, and everything that went along with it, but they were here to see an unwilling virgin deflowered and nothing would excite them more. If you like this story, please vote. I hope Part IV won't take as long to finish. Awakening Eve Ch. 04 Chapter IV Taking the Plunge Finally! I apologize for the long delay in finishing this story. I hope it is worth the wait. From Chapter 3 The audience roared its approval. All eyes were fixed on Eve. Even the woman who had hiked up her dress and mounted the gentleman beside her faced the stage so that she could be fucked without missing a moment of the performance. Yes, every man and woman in the room was eager to get to their own fucking, sucking, and everything that went along with it, but they were here to see an unwilling virgin deflowered and nothing would excite them more. Chapter 4 Thomas continued his relentless assault with his tongue on Eve's pussy until he could sense that she was close to a climax. Her juices poured from her pussy and her sweet body was coiled like a spring. That's when Thomas sucked her swollen clit into his mouth and grabbed it lightly with his teeth. The poor girl needed no more. Her hips arched, while her entire body convulsed in seismic tremors. While Thomas greedily lapped, he took great pleasure in noticing that Eve had reflexively grasped her nipples in her fingers and tugged on them to draw out every last bit of her orgasm. "Oh, yes," he thought. "Little Evie likes! Claude will be a happy man." Of course, Thomas himself was rather pleased on his own behalf. Although his initiation of Eve was his job, paid for handsomely by Claude DuBois, Thomas would have paid good money to take the innocent yet luscious Eve's cherry. Right now, his cock was aching for her cunt. He glanced at his employer for the signal and was relieved to see Claude's nod to him. Claude stood to address the audience. "My friends, here is the moment we've been waiting for. Our sweet Eve will now receive her first fucking." "No!" Poor Eve cried futilely. After coming down from the incredible orgasm she'd just experienced, she was disgusted to find her hands on her breasts and realize that she had taken an active part in her debauchery. Now, watching Thomas strip off his clothes, she couldn't take her eyes from his rigid cock. Thick and red with readiness, it looked to her like a battering ram. "Please," she whispered to him. "Don't do this!" "Don't worry, sweet thing," Thomas smiled at her almost (but not quite) tenderly. "Once your pussy gets a taste of this, you'll beg for more." "You pig!" Eve's voice was no longer a whisper. But her words were cut off when Thomas kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth as a prelude to his cock plunging into her cunt. Holding her bound wrists above her head with one hand, Thomas forced Eve's legs apart with his muscular thighs. With his other hand, he poised the head of his throbbing shaft at the soft, wet folds of her entrance, rubbing it up and down against her slit to lubricate it with Eve's juices. As the thickness of his cock slowly entered Eve's tight hole, the young woman trembled with fear. She had imagined the giving of her virginity to be sweet, tender, taken by the man she loved as a cherished gift. Instead, she found herself at the mercy of a stranger, stealing what she had guarded so preciously, and in front of a room full of people. Unfortunately, though, a small part of Eve actually wanted Thomas to invade her. Her pussy quivered in anticipation, instinctively craving the cock's fullness. And this shamed Eve tremendously. She thrashed her head back and forth in denial, even as her pussy rose to meet its invader. Thomas chuckled at Eve's reaction. With the head of his cock inside her, he felt her muscles clench around him. Without further prelude, he plunged into her. As his balls slapped against Eve for the first time, she screamed in agony. As wet as she was, her tight pussy barely accommodated the thick battering ram of Thomas's thick cock. As Thomas withdrew his cock slowly, Eve's pussy constricted to grasp the bulbous head, and Thomas thought he would go insane if he couldn't release his load instantly. But he held on, ramming his cock into her again and again. With each thrust, pleasure began to overcome physical pain. Emotional pain, however, was quite another thing. For as much as Eve deplored her humiliation, she came to a harsh awakening. She knew that her first experience with a man's cock had unleashed a powerful lust in her body that her mind would never be able to overcome. And, worse, Eve had a strong suspicion that she was at home here at Claude's mansion, in front of a depraved audience. A single tear fell from her eye as she spread her legs to welcome a newcomer's rigid shaft. If you like this story, please vote.