CHAPTER 23: CHAPTER 23

She’s about half his age with legs that go on forever. Both are in business suits, looking like they’d just come from the office. Maya greets them both with outstretched arms and kisses on the cheek.

"So glad you could make it," she says. "Hope you brought your appetite—your sexual appetite, that is."

Stephen grabs his crotch. "My fuckin’ dick is hard as a rock," he says. "Just like always."

"And we all know you’re ready, right, Lisa?" Maya asked.

"Always," Lisa says.

"Good," Maya says. "I don’t think anyone else is coming, so let’s start."

I was just sitting, staring at her. I checked my watch; it’s almost time. Luke scoots forward and perches himself on the edge of his seat. He’s ready to attack, but holds back. It’s clear that Maya is running the show—that she gets first crack at me.

She struts over to me and stands in front of me, looking down her nose into my eyes. The rage builds. She winds up and backhands me across the cheek.

"Fucking slut!" she shrieks.

My face stings as Maya pulls up her skirt and straddles my lap. She begins dry-humping my stiff cock and pulling the hair at the back of my head. Her hands find their way to my chest and pinch my nipples and roll them between her thumbs and forefingers.

I begin breathing hard.

Just when I’m about to cum in my panties, Maya pushes herself back to her feet.

"OK," she says to the crowd. "Go get her."

I looked at my watch; it has already passed the time I reported for the cops to come. What is holding them up? Now I’m in a very big trouble. Something I’ve never faced my entire life. This will never end until they poke my ass. Looking at them, it’s obvious they are bisexual. Why is Maya doing this to me? I’m not my dad who was cheating on her. Her daughter was the one who seduced me. This is just wickedness. Oh God! Please come and save me from this mess. I cannot run out of here. The cops I called have disappointed me. What should I do now?

Luke lunges. Maya stretches out her hand to block him.

"Uh-uh," she says. "Ladies first."

Lisa comes over to me with a twisted smile on her face. She reaches behind her back and unzips her gray skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties are purple satin with lace trim. With her blue eyes fixed on me, Lisa unbuttons her jacket and slips it off her shoulders. Her purple bra barely contains her voluptuous tits. She reaches into the pile of hair on her head and removes a bobby pin. She shakes her head, and wavy hair falls to her shoulders.

Lisa smiles seductively and slides her hand between her legs. She grabs her crotch.

"You want some of this?" she asked.

I swallow hard, thinking that maybe this gang-fuck thing won’t be so bad. The words won’t come, so I just nod.

Lisa reaches slowly into her panties. I’m thinking she’ll go as far as her clit and start fingering herself. But her hand goes deeper—far deeper—almost to her ass. I can’t figure out what the hell she’s doing. Is she going to finger her asshole?

Lisa doesn’t leave me wondering for long. Her hand slides inside her big bag only to come out with a big strap-on and put it on her waist. My eyes bulge. Everyone in the room laughs, except for me.

"Now it’s time to play," Lisa says. "Get over here and get on your knees."

Lisa pulls down her panties and steps out of them.

I slide off the couch and drop my knees onto the hard, white ceramic tile. I’m not exactly sure what I’m supposed to do, so I just stare at Lisa’s strap-on for a second. It’s sticking straight out of a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair and pulsating with her heartbeat.

God, please come to my rescue. This is too bad for me. I know I’ve done wrong, but I don’t deserve this. This is insane.

I make an "o" with my mouth and slip Lisa’s cock inside. The guys whoop as I push my head down her shaft. I turn my eyes up toward Lisa’s face. She looks back with her lips slightly parted and a building fire in her eyes.

I’m settling into a nice rhythm when Lisa suddenly jerks her strap-on out of my mouth.

"Turn around and bend over," she says.

"Why?" I asked.

"It’s hammer time," she said.

I just laughed. "So you think I’m into that gay shit or something? I’m not doing that," I said, standing up to my feet. "And nobody should dare try anything."

Before I could finish what I was saying, the huge guy rushed me immediately and gave me a sounding slap which landed me on the floor.

"Cooperate or I will handle you myself," he shouted at me.

"Naked him and get his ass penetrated," Maya ordered.

"Get off me!" I shouted, pushing Lisa off me.

Just then, a faint knock landed on the door.

"Did you invite any other person?" Lisa asked Maya as the intruder kept knocking.

"I don’t think so. You can open the door and check," Maya said.

She walked to the door. Opening it, she was stunned.

"Who’s there? Any problem over there?" Maya asked.

Just then, four police men walked in, one pointing a gun at Lisa’s head as she walks slowly, keeping her hands above her head.

I feel revived. Finally.

"How dare you intrude on my privacy? And who invited them here?" she asked, staring at me.

"Madam, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be used against you in the court of law," the inspector said.

"Don’t you dare tell me to be silent. Who invited you guys here? Nobody has the right to interfere with my privacy," she shouted at the inspector.

"Handcuff her!" the inspector ordered.

The other dudes were just standing, not knowing what to say, while Maya continued ranting.

"You have to explain what I did before arresting anybody here. This is illegal. What do we do?" Maya said.

"We will explain better when we get to the station. Arrest all of them!" he ordered.

They handcuffed all of them except Maya as she refused to be dominated. They were dragged out by other police men.

"Sorry we didn’t come on time, sir. I hope there is no much damage," the inspector said.

"It’s OK, sir. At least you guys finally came. I’m happy for that," I replied.

"So what happened? What did they do?" he asked.

"I think I can explain better in the office," I said.

"Explain now because they can’t enter the cell without any explanation from you. Even the current arrest is illegal," he said.

"OK, have a seat, let’s talk," I said.

"OK, go on, I’m listening," he said, sitting down.

"It’s been a while now. My stepmom Maya has been my daily nightmare. She’s been sexually abusing me. She once raped me and made me do things I don’t want to do. So I called after I discovered her plans against me. If not that I called, by now my asshole could have been messed up," I said.

"What about her friends? Are they gays or what? Do you have any agreement with them?" he asked.

"No, not at all. I don’t even know some of them. All these dramas were projected by my stepmom," I said.

"I woke up to see her letter, telling me to dress like a woman and come over here. I didn’t know what she’s up to until I met one of her members downstairs who said he’s coming for a party my stepmom was holding. Looking at the guy and the way he talks, I suspected he’s either a gay or bisexual. So I took action by calling you guys," I added.

"Wow. This is serious. But why is she so wicked, and how can you be so subjected? You are big enough to decide on what to do and what not to do. Are you still a kid?" he asked.

"Not that. I feel like I have no option but to do whatever she says because she kept a sharp knife on my neck, my hand tied backwards; any movement will be the end of my life," I said.

"I don’t understand what you are saying," he said.

"She’s blackmailing me," I replied.

"What happened? Tell me more," he said.

"I don’t think it’s something I can disclose to you now. I have to tell my dad before anything else. Just keep them in the cell for me," I concluded.

"It’s alright. Let me join them," he said, shaking my hand.

We stroll down together. Maya was still ranting, telling the cops they don’t have the right to arrest her, or even to intrude into her privacy.