Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (65 page)

She waded along the perimeter, searching the
wall for any sign of an entrance. Big cloth trundle dollies were
strewn about, still heaped with laundry never destined for
attention.

At the farther end of the chamber her right
foot sank precipitously and she stepped back, peering at a faint,
circular sag in the mounded clothing underfoot. Kicking some away
from its boundary she revealed a steep declivity in the stone. A
big wash basin was set in the floor.

“
That you?” Emma whispered
from somewhere near the ramp.

“
Yeah…”

“
This is creepy.”

“
No doubt. Great atmosphere,
though,” she decided as her lover tramped over to hand her a bottle
of plum stillwater.

“
Thanks.”

Ione sat down, back braced on a dense drift
of laundry packed up against one corner of the room. A chute in the
ceiling above ran up through the floors. Emma molded to her side,
reflexively kissed her neck. They could hear the others chattering
on the higher levels, words laced with anticipatory thrill.

“
We could set the drums up
over here,” Dean mused. Manassa said something Ione couldn’t make
out and Mark weighed in.

“
She’s right. They would
swing better this direction.”

Emma nibbled on her ear and Ione drew a deep
breath of the little blond’s fragrant hair. “I’m kinda turned on by
all this danger,” her lover decided.

“
Hmmm…”

“
Wanna do something about
it?” Emma teased, slipping one hand under Ione’s hem.

“
Ohhh…” she gently suspired
as the other woman languorously circled her clitoris. “Harder.”
Emma complied.

But their friends came scuffing down the ramp
shortly, chattering boisterously about their expanding social
horizons. “You slippers down here?” Mark blustered.

“
Yeah…” she reluctantly
acknowledged as Emma withdrew from her crotch.

“
Now that’s a fuckload of
laundry,” Dean remarked.

Manassa reached down to pluck a sock,
thoughtfully fingered the article. “It’s really damp here.”

“
Find anything?” Dean
wondered. Ione shook her head. “Looks secure.”

“
You see this thing under
the ramp?” Mark wanted to know.

They rose, clambered over to join them. “What
the fazzuck is that?” Emma inquired.

Ione laughed. “It’s a chaffer. Sex toy.
Friend of mine worked on the design.”

Mark circled a waist-high cylindrical cabinet
on high legs, breached by three padded, neck-sized apertures. “Sex
toy, you say?” he thoughtfully confirmed.

“
Yeah. Or instrument of
discipline. You get some achingly dumb slippers to put their heads
in it and they bargain with each other about whose turn it is to
get twat-smacked.”

“
What’s it doing here?” Dean
was interested.

“
They use’em on laundry
women in the ‘tent’,” Manassa explained, raising the top. “For when
they get too friendly with each other.”

“
Huh.” Dean was clearly
aroused by the notion.

“
Get in,” Mark goaded,
smiling thinly.

“
Fuck you,” Ione
snorted.

“
I’ll make sure you get a
happy ending out of it,” he tantalized.

“
I’ll take that,” Emma
decided and bent at the waist to settle her neck in a half-circular
indentation. Manassa joined her with a giggle, inadvertently
rendering Ione’s compliance a matter of courage.

She wedged her bottle into the massed
clothing underfoot with a curse and joined them, drunk enough to
suspend her caution in the name of professional interest despite
the paranoia potentially lurking in the claustrophobic embrace of
the toy. She could learn more about it here than anyone likely knew
in the Gnomon’s Tower.

The top swung down, and their heads were
trapped in place. A moment later Ione’s wrists were sashed together
behind her back with a random piece of laundry. It felt like a
man’s dress tie.

Inside she could hear little of the men’s
activities. The other women giggled in anticipation, exciting loud
echoes in the close confines of the cabinet. Ione settled her
posture to present her body at an elegantly folded right angle,
legs straight, back swept down to best emphasize the pert rondure
of her ass.

She felt one of the men fondle her, then
slowly raise her hem to expose her pantied derriere. She widened
her stance reflexively, was treated to an affectionate labial rub.
There was a pause, then Ione yelped as she was spanked between the
legs, a firm upward stroke that deftly flattened her pubis. She
grit her teeth as she was spanked twice again.

“
They got you?” Emma
needlessly inquired.

“
Yeah,” she winced, hastily
clamping her thighs. “You’re supposed to take turns. Someone else
spread your legs.”

“
Okay…” Manassa hesitantly
offered. “Ow!” she cried an instant later. “That really-

Her voice choked off as she was smacked
again.

“
It hurts?” Emma anxiously
demanded.

“
Yeah,” the big woman
confirmed in a strangled voice. “Oh fuck…” she whispered as another
crotch spanking was administered.

Ione felt the cabinet shift slightly as
Manassa clamped her thighs. “Your turn,” she suggested to Emma.

“
Okay,” the smaller woman
conceded, then yelped deafeningly. “That fucking
smarts
,” she
moaned.

“
Keep’em spread, Ione
ungenerously advised. Emma took another cuffing between the
legs.

“
Fuck! I’m done.”

“
Alright, I’ll go,” Ione
said and hesitantly widened her legs again. She felt a hand settle
on the small of her back and tensed for the swat.

“
Ah
fuck
, you fucking skulks!” she
screamed an instant later as a trio of punitively forceful
remonstrations set her feet dancing.

“
Be strong, Ione,” Emma
selfishly encouraged. “You can take it.”

“
Those
assholes
,” she whimpered as her
clitoris was tagged, reflexively clamping her thighs. “I’m done.
Someone else.”

“
Okay. I’m open,” Manassa
tenuously confirmed. She groaned as her hairless twat was spanked
hard, but endured for another painful connection. “Awww fuck you!”
she roared as the chaffer cabinet rocked from her agonized reaction
to the third smack.

“
Ione, you go next. Please?”
Emma whimpered. “I’ll take one for you later,” she
bargained.

Ione’s crotch was seething. Her panties were
soaked, and she was glad the others couldn’t see the hot blush at
her cheeks.

“
Do your turn.”

“
Okay,” Emma whimpered and
Ione waited for the trebly indignance of her response to another
round of punishment. But it was her own voice that emerged next as
her lofted ass cheeks were viciously spanked. Emma and Manassa were
wailing an instant later.

“
You cheater!” Ione
screeched. “Open up, Emma!”

“
I can’t!” she
blubbered.

“
Fuck…” Ione hissed and
widened her legs to stop the merciless ass-chapping to which they
were all being subjected.

When her twat was stuck she instantly broke
her private oath to remain silent henceforth. “Oh, fuck me fuck me
fuck fuck fuck!” she sang as the men rigorously drubbed her pubis
till she was prancing from the agony, balanced on one leg to send
the other gyrating.

“
You can do it!” Manassa
encouraged.

“
That’s it, love!” Emma
wheedled, coaxing her perseverance.

Ione swallowed a tear and stanchioned her
legs defiantly wide, determined not to submit. One of the men put a
finger in her vagina then slid its lubricated length into her
rectum, curled the digit and dragged her hindquarters taut for best
access to the lips.

“
Fuck!
” she bellowed, all bravery vanished as her twat was
muscularly clapped to agony. “I’m out,” she mewled after a half-dox
of stiff blows.

“
Not me, please not me,”
Emma puled, vastly intimidated by Ione’s humbling.

“
I’ll go,” Manassa decided.
The chaffer was abruptly suffused by the sound of her hissing
imprecations. “No… nonono… screw you skulks, you assholes,
you
dickheads
…”

“
Strength, Manassa,” Ione
willed. She was furiously aroused now, longed for the sensation of
a big penis sliding deep in her sphincter, knew a short orbit on
her clit would produce a sensational climax.

“
Mmmnn hhmmmnnn hhhmmmnnn,”
Manassa whimpered, shoving the chaffer about in her torment, and
Ione felt a warm sympathy emerge for the other woman’s generosity
as she endured a viciously administered crotch swatting.

“
It’s time Emma. Open your
legs,” she commanded.

“
Please, love… take just one
more for me?”

“
Open!” Manassa ordered,
doubling the imperative.

“
I’ll make up for it,” Emma
swore. “Just do one more–

“
Hush!” Ione spat. Outside
the chaffer she heard Dean muttering urgently.

“
What was that? You hear
it?” the drummer hissed.

“
Yeah!” Mark whispered.
“C’mon.” Ione heard them both vaulting up the ramp.

The basement fell silent, then the other
women erupted with fearful exclamations.

“
Shut up!” Ione belted. “We
have to be able to hear.” There was no sound for a few pulsing
moments, then she whispered almost inaudibly. “Can anyone get
loose?”

“
No,” Emma breathed. Manassa
was no better off.

Ione inwardly cursed the men for securing
them so effectively, though she knew the pain of her spankings
would have otherwise induced her to wriggle free.

“
We’re helpless down here.
We have no idea what’s going on,” she fretted. “Can we lift this
thing?”

“
We can try,” Manassa
offered. Emma muttered her assent.

“
On three. One,
two…”

They hoisted the chaffer cabinet by their
pent necks. “Good,” Ione said between clenched teeth. She mentally
diagrammed their position. “I’ll try to keep us oriented. Just
don’t trip.”

A steady flow of muffled cursing remarked
their wobbling progress over the mounded laundry of the basement to
the base of the ramp. They paused to listen, heard nothing, then
she bade them continue, trying to contain her anxiety. “Manassa,
you go on the bottom,” she directed, counting on the strength
lurking in the woman’s huge legs to keep them from tumbling back
down. “Go.”

They marched unsteadily up the ramp, managed
to reach the top without losing their balance then set the heavy
cabinet down.

“
Alright. I hear something.
It’s the guys,” Ione confirmed. Her neck ached. “We’ll head that
direction.” They lifted the chaffer again and stumbled toward what
she guessed was the front of the atrium.

There was a fearful shout from just ahead of
them.

“
Mark! What the fuck
is…”

A moment later Ione heard their drunk
cachinnations fill the air.

“
It’s a six-legged pussy
pantry!” Mark was choking with laughter.

“
Just choose your flavor!”
Dean added.

Ione kept the others moving and they planted
the chaffer near the men with solemn dignity.

“
I’ll let’em out,” the
drummer chuckled.

“
Wait. They might get
hysterical, and there’s nothing we can do,” Mark decided, stepping
close. Ione heard a dull clink overhead as he absently employed
their presence for the ignominious utility of a place to set his
drink.

Her rage-narrowed intellect delivered a
lightning trigonometric solution from the aural cues available and
one foot swept up to catch him between the thighs, smiting his
manhood with gratifying accuracy.

“
Bwuuuaaahh!” he howled,
crumpling to the floor.

“
Uh… I believe the lady has
strong feelings on the matter,” Dean hastily decided, slipping the
bolt. Ione was shortly free of the chaffer.

“
What the
fuck
is going on!” she
raged, rubbing her liberated wrists.

The drummer motioned to a wide front window
as he untied the others. “Look.”

Ione delicately parted a wrinkled curtain. On
the sidewalk fronting the warehouse four women were being undressed
by a throng of mannermen, wailing drunkenly at the indignity of the
procedure all the while.

“
Oh, fuck…” she muttered,
backing away from the window in alarm. After a moment she
cautiously returned to observe the inspection.

Manassa and Emma joined her. Dean helped Mark
off the floor and they all watched the mannermen strip the women
naked. Two were found to be without panties—the most grievous
violation of protocol after total nudity—and were promptly bound at
wrists and ankles. Emma gasped as they were slung over burly
shoulders and carried into the mist-cloaked forest across the
street.

“
That’s the last time
they’ll be seen in the City,” Dean somberly reflected.

“
We’re done here,” Ione
announced, thumbing the nearest glow gnome to inactivity. “Let’s
shut off the other gnomes.” Mark hobbled away with piacular haste
to accomplish this, then they all assembled by the exit.