Utopia for One Chapter 6 – A Star is Torn

The minds of both Billy and Claire were instantly seized by panic.

Claire said nothing but her shoulders slumped in despair. Running was not an option. First she was naked and second Richard blocked the way. Even if she got passed him, she would have to clothe herself and then get away. Richard was fast and strong. Even if she achieved the impossible and actually got dressed and out, she wouldn’t get far. The fast dawning realisation that her fate was sealed was solidified in that moment.

Even in the gloom, she managed to find a tiny positive. She would now be spared sex with the fat, greasy, smelly Billy and his appallingly ugly mate Arthur. Cruel though he was and despise him as she did; fit, hard Richard was the kind of man that could satisfy any woman. The appalling punishment that awaited her was unavoidable so given a straight choice between being rooted by Billy and Arthur or fucked by Richard, she would take Richard without hesitation. The dryness between her legs that had been a feature of the anticipation of sex with the odious duo was now moistening in preparation for a skewering by Richard which she knew was not far away.

Billy on the other had couldn’t stop talking “My flat mate Arthur brought her here…I was going to turn her in….honest…um… she just knocked on the door and came in and took off all her clothes…um she was begging for sex…um…I said no….um”

“Shut up, Fatso…you will get a chance to tell your story soon enough, I advise to settle on one story and make it the truth.” turning his attention once more to Claire “you can wait in the living room, Claire”

The naked girl bent down to pick up her clothes before hurrying out.

“Leave your clothes, bitch. I am desperate to unload so I will be giving you a quick poke before we leave.”

With that her moistening pussy turned to flood. She expected it soon but thought they would return to the hotel first.

She did not have long to wait. In no time Richard appeared with Billy, whose hands were secured behind his back with hand cuffs. Richard walked up to a frightened but excited Claire and grabbed her shoulders, turning her and grabbed both her hands, cuffing them.

“Is that really necessary…I am not going to resist you…I will submit.”

“It’s the way I want it.” he replied as he reached around to fondle her tits, with his customary roughness, before running his hand down her belly to her pussy, to establish her degree of preparation. Claire opened her legs obligingly. Subconsciously she wanted what was coming and more consciously she had no mind to anger Richard, he had far too much control of her unfortunate fate to be enraged. Richard, for his part, was prepared to force his way in dry if necessary but was gratified that she was ready and eager.

“Good and ready slut….you are such a whore I think you would beg for it if you thought It was not coming.” He then changed his tone to a more advisory “if you want to orgasm, you’d better be quick, the master will wonder where we are if we don’t get back soon, so I will take only as long as I need to relieve myself.”

Claire was disgusted at the description of what was about to be done to her as nothing more than a toilet function.

“But, if you don’t make it, don’t worry, you will get many opportunities over the next couple of days. Your escape has taken the matter to a whole new level. I am very glad I am…well…administering and not copping it as you will be.”

Billy watched slack jawed in anticipation. If he was not going to get to do Claire, then watching this handsome man do her was a reasonable second choice. With his dick rock hard he squirmed as he watched the groping, deriving pleasure by rubbing his cock against his clothes.

Once again changing tone Richard said “Now, a point of …well… etiquette. A naked prisoner must always be displaying itself. Even in hand cuffs. When hands are cuffed behind as are now you must draw your hands up that you provide unobstructed view of your bottom. Hands should drop no lower than the dimples on your back.” To emphasise the point he pressed his index fingers into the indentations above her buttocks.

“If cuffed to the front, arms must be held wide to provide easy access to your tits and must never…ever conceal any part of your pubic region. Finally, it goes without saying that your legs remain well spread at all times.” Again changing tone he adopted a more jovial expression “Good news is that it is an equal opportunity rule…men must adopt the same stance…hope you were paying attention… you great tub of lard.”

‘Now spread ‘em good and wide and bend over cunt, I want to make a more thorough inspection before I do you.”

This was of course completely unnecessary. It was all about dominance and humiliation. Richard wanted to degrade Claire as much as possible while at the same time providing Billy with a very graphic understanding of what he was missing out on.

As Claire complied, desperate to get Richard into her hungry pussy he said cruelly “bend lower and spread wider so I can get a good look at your sopping snatch.”

Claire thought she would fall as she tried to comply with his orders but she managed to keep her balance. Her drenched gash was now well displayed below her anus and was beginning to drip. Richard stepped to the side to make sure Billy had a clear view and used his fingers to separate her lips to reveal her inner most intimate parts.

“OK, you’ll do…go and bend over the table.”

Claire moved with indecent haste to adopt the position. Richard lifted the front of his white t shirt over his head to get it out of the way without removing it. He then moved behind Claire and undid his belt in preparation to remove his pants.

It was only then that he realised that he was blocking Billy’s view of Claire. Turning to prisoner he said “Don’t want you to miss out fatso. Move around so you get a side view of her shafting.”

He immediately moved to a prime vantage point. Although he was strongly heterosexual, Billy was nonetheless enjoying the sight of Richard’s hard muscled torso almost as much as Claire’s gorgeous feminine curves. He did not want to miss a thing, taking almost equal pleasure from viewing the invader and the conquered.

With Billy in place, Richard unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, pealing his shorts and underpants together down to his ankles, his over eager cock springing free and incongruously pointing to the ceiling rather than the target cunt.

The sound of the zipper heralded to Claire the commencement of her eagerly awaited skewering. She braced herself over the table to and opened her legs a bit wider as a fresh let down of female juices dripped on the floor. Without delay, Richard took his penis in hand and pointed at her opening, driving it hard and fast into her welcoming hole. Claire gasped and then began panting in time to his relentless shafting.

Billy squirmed some more, in fact if the other two had been paying him any attention at all it would have been obvious that he was masturbating, handlessly inside his pants.

It took Richard only 90 seconds to unload. He suddenly stopped moving and threw his head back, exhaling audibly as he pumped what s goof load of semen into Claire’s womb. Close but unsatisfied, Claire took the lead grinding back on his penis in a desperate attempt to finish the job.

Cruelly, Richard quickly withdrew placing his still spasming cock on her back as he had during the trial and deposited the remainder of his jizz on, instead of in her abused body and in the process denying Claire the climax she so desperately craved. At that precise moment that Billy unloaded in his pants. His climax was very audible and unmistakeable. Richard and Claire both turned to look at his in disgust as he filled his pants.

Claire collapsed angry and defeated on the table. She was wise enough not to verbalise her disappointment although Richard understood only too well. He grabbed a handful of hair and dragged her up from the table and twisted her head to face him.

“You have so little to look forward to, I thought I would leave you an orgasm…and as I said you have plenty of opportunities in the coming days.” he said without a hint of sympathy in his tone or expression. “On your knees bitch and clean me up.”

Despairingly Claire sank to her knees and gave Richard a thorough tongue bath, licking and ingesting some stray semen and her own female juices.

When it was clear she was done he ordered her to dry him with her hair. Billy remained trance like as this went on, wondering if the show would ever end and kind of hoping it never did. His dick which had gone soft after his humiliating orgasm was beginning to show some signs of life again.

“Now pull up my pants” Richard instructed a still kneeling Claire after the cleaning was done. He took over when the waist bands reached mid thigh, pulling both under and outer garments up, fastening his belt and zipping his fly before pulling his t shirt back over his head.

Richard then pulled a key from his pocket and said “on your feet slut”

Claire struggled up from her kneeling position and faced Richard who grabbed her shoulders and roughly spun her around to unlock the handcuffs. “Go and get dressed and hurry up about it”

“Would you mind terribly if I cleaned up before we go?” pleaded Billy in the most obsequious tone he could muster.

Richard stared at him with a look of pure contempt for what seemed like an eternity. “You need to control yourself, you appalling creep…what sort of man gets off watching a young lady being so brutally used. No you may not clean up.” The whole statement was confected outrage. Richard knew a heap of men that would take enormous pleasure from watching someone like Claire cop such a rogering. In fact he was one of them.

Defeated, Claire returned, shoulders hunched to the living room, once more dressed in her cheap track suit.

She even offered her wrists to be cuffed, at the front. Richard ordered he to turn around and secured them behind her back before ordering Billy to lead the way out of the apartment.

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At a café in the centre of the city, 3 blocks from the Hotel and 2 from the meeting venue, 3 couples met for their lunch break, all in their 20’s, full of life and ambition they chatted about the events of the morning. All but two were ecstatic about the lifting of the prohibition on sex. As couples in long term relationships, they had all enjoyed active and satisfying sex lives. While they shared chat about their experiences they were all monogamous.

“I am that randy, I don’t think I have the patience for romantic preparations tonight, Kat” remarked Paul Saunders to his girlfriend of 4 years, without a hint of discretion, happy to let the group in on his plans for the evening.

The other two men laughed and responded in unison “Right on man.”

No less reticent Kat responded “Normally a lady would like to at least be offered a drink before surrender, but tonight I will waive that nicety…maybe I am not a lady after all…it is crazy, we have been off it for less than two days and I am gagging for it.”

“Probably the restoration of our virginity has caused it…you know, eager for the first time all over again.” opined Lin Hu rather remotely, her mind far away.

“I’m not sure” interjected Heidi Gustaffson the only married woman in the group.

“Oh hun” responded her husband of 9 months with manufactured concern “We can get on with making that baby we both want so much.” The manufactured concern was to cover his desperate need to make love to his wife. A gentle man and great lover he was nevertheless as desperate, maybe even more so than anyone else to relieve his sexual frustration.

“It’s just that we are now making babies that will grow into playthings for the monster. I don’t want that. The idea of a beautiful daughter being taken and abused by that beast is more than I can cope with at the moment.”

“I agree” interjected Lin, although she really didn’t agree at all. Her motivation was quite different. Much as she loved her partner of 13 months and had enjoyed a full physical relationship with him, she now wanted to experience what Heidi so feared for her unborn daughter. She wanted to remain intact and be broken by what she saw as the noble beast. She had no clear plan to achieve this, but was determined to remain unsullied until she had a developed a credible scheme and realised her ambition. Lin had made up her mind that she would terminate her relationship with Peter Leong before he took her restored virginity. She had no wish to publicly humiliate Peter so the break would not occur here and now, but their wonderful love affair would almost certainly end before dinner tonight.

Desperate to recover the situation Heinrich Gustaffson appealed tenderly to his wife “It’s OK hun, we will use protection until we sought this out. I understand your concern, there is no rush…but we cannot allow the Master to spoil our love.”

“Well we don’t have any baby making plans, do we Paul? ” asked Kat rhetorically “We’re still committed to a rigorous training regime to get the process perfect before make a baby. What time can you be home Paulie… don’t make me wait or I may have to shop around…” She added lasciviously.

The conversation was then mercifully interrupted by lunch. Too many fears and insecurities had emerged and no one wanted to continue in that vein in public. The conversation turned to the trite and trivial until lunch was consumed and they each returned to work, happy to resolve their concerns later in private.

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The humiliation of Suzanne and Phil complete the Lord returned to the living room of the suite, ravenously hungry. A sumptuous smorgasbord of cold meats, seafood and salads awaited him and his recent enforcement recruits waited his arrival before tucking into the feast. Also present was the scantily clad Sophia Johansson, neither physically nor psychologically prepared to provide service.

“Time to eat and discuss the way forward” said the master as he loaded 6 king prawns on a plate for an appertiser. “You will not join us Ms Johansson, you will have to earn your nourishment on your knees and your back…anyway probably best you approach your duty lean and hungry.” He advised his afternoons entertainment in a matter of fact tone. “Actually come to think of it, you can be my personal lunch waitress…are you any good at peeling prawns?”

“Yes” she responded despondently.

“Yes. What” he responded harshly.

“Yes sir, sorry sir”

“Very well…get me a glass of the Pinot Grigio and then over here to peel my prawns.”

Sophia move quickly, not wishing to cause further offence.

“Now to the business at hand…”

The wine arrived before he could complete his sentence. He picked up the glass and took a sip as Sophia took up her place alongside him to begin peeling the prawns. Replacing the glass on the table he used his right hand to reach under her diaphanous mini night dress to stroke and knead her buttocks before sliding his hand between her legs to check on her level of personal readiness. He then withdrew the hand and held it up before his eyes. Frowning he then looked up at Sophia. To that point she had managed to keep her eyes on the prawn peeling task, despite the intimate invasion. “You had better attend to this…no artificial lubrication will be used…I am prepared to force my way in dry if necessary, but I think you will find it a lot less painful if you juice yourself up.”

Unseen, the cursory touch had hit her button and within a minute she was in flood.

Another sip of the wine and he picked up the first peeled prawn and dipped into seafood sauce before taking a bite.

“So we have a lot to talk about.” said the master addressing the table where all of his recruited enforcers were now seated with plates of food. “First thing…I have been a bit schizophrenic about your titles. You will be generically known as Enforcers. In an investigative role you will be known as Interrogators. In the execution of sentences you will be teams of Disciplinarians, or so it will go until I have a better idea.”

The assembled appointees nodded and mumble their agreement, The terminology had struck a chord in their sadistic hearts.

“Now, I must say there are nowhere near enough of you. I will summon the final group from which you were each selected back to the auditorium 2 hours from now.” With that he raised his wand and summoned the group back for further selection. “You see, we now have to interrogate Claire, to get to the bottom of her escape.” having finished his prawns he paused and turned to Sophia, standing nervously by his side. “Main course. Serve me some poached chicken breast, roast beef, rice salad and coleslaw, bitch.” Sophia picked up the entrée plate and as she turned to go he added, “and some more wine…better bring the bottle” slapped her across her barely covered bottom to hurry her on her way.

The assembled lunch party observed the treatment of the very famous Sophia Johansson with excitement and fascination.