I could only watch as the man and woman slowly undid Darren's shackles. The woman's fingers snapped again, and another latex-clad pair, one of each gender just as the first, joined the original two.

Though he was no longer bound to the cushion, he was not free. Each limb was pinned down by one of the latex people, and Darren, though I knew he was strong, was no match for them. The woman pinning down his right arm kissed his gagged mouth softly. She then lowered the gag, putting her mouth on his fully as she did so. I held my breath as Darren returned the forced kiss.

I should have been jealous, but I wasn't. I was more aroused than ever.

Even more so when the male holding down Darren's left arm turned his head so he could do the same. I had never seen a man-to-man kiss performed before, and watching it was a luscious treat. Darren refused to fight anymore, definitely giving in to every new sensation invading him. The man at his lower body was stroking his thighs; the woman there was sucking his toes. Darren let out a very audible moan.

"Are you getting wet?" asked my captor, who was now at my side. I dumbly nodded, spellbound at watching my lover being tortured with pleasure.

"As well you should be," she responded to my unspoken reply. "Look at him now."

I did. Darren's eyes were meeting mine once again, pleading with lust. It was no longer a request for rescue, but a longing to join him; and I did want to join him. The man and woman at his lower body were stroking and kissing his engorged manhood, his balls, and the tender area underneath; Darren was squirming with delight. The pair at his upper body was kissing his mouth, cheeks, chin, and ears, rolling his nipples at their fingertips.

"Do you want to join him?" I nodded again, more enthusiastic.

"Then you'll do as I say." I would have done practically anything at this point, just to join the mass of bodies that were exciting Darren so much. I wanted to fall into that trap and open the door within the dark, where I knew all my hidden desires lay.

Darren, I knew, had already opened that door.

She held out her whip, bringing it to my lips. "Kiss it," she whispered in my ear, taking down my gag. "If you want to join them, kiss the whip."

She brought the piece of leather down to my lips. I took it eagerly, softly parting them as if it were my new paramour, my only obstacle between me and my true love.

Oh, did I hope it was my only obstacle!

I kissed that whip all the way to its handle, wrapping my tongue around the hide, sucking on the very top. Darren, I'm coming to you...

"You do want him. I can see it in your eyes."

"Yes," I said softly. She kissed me lightly, darting her tongue inside my mouth. I smelled her light perfume as I met her.

"Then he's all yours," she smiled. She was untying me now, first my wrists, then my legs. My mind begged her to hurry. She couldn't do it fast enough, but finally, I was released.

Darren was still pinned down by the quartet. I crawled toward him. Noticing this, the latex people moved aside.

I was breathing heavily. "Darren--"

He sat up. "Brittany--ohgod." I fell into his strong arms, my mouth falling upon his, urgently kissing. I wanted to die right there in his mouth.

"Brittany," he whispered again, between kisses. Our bodies were pressed together, hard against wet, hands desperately exploring. Darren's mouth left mine, leaving a steaming trail down my flesh, every inch new territory he was so eager to explore, until ultimately reaching the source of my liquid heat. I let out a small cry as his hands caressed my breasts.

My cries sharpened when he breathed on my drenched sex, his tongue separating my swollen lips, softly sucking my clit. So gentle, and yet so insistent. I arched my back and screamed as I drowned in my orgasm. Darren's eyes burned into me, even, especially as he had my pussy in his mouth, his face soaked with the juices he was lapping up, dripping down between my thighs.

It was only then I realized we were being watched by the five of them. I no longer cared. My entire world was Darren, his hands, his tongue, his cock. And I knew his entire world was me.

"You taste so fucking sweet," he trembled.

"Darren...fuck me," I pleaded. "Fuck me, Darren, fuck me." It was like a chant, and it was what I wanted so badly--just wanting him to ram his manhood deep inside, holding him so tight and swallowing him so whole.

He was separating my legs now, and I eagerly wrapped them around his sturdy back. Darren entered me with one thrust, and I screamed again as I felt myself falling, just falling, spinning into another orgasm. We were kissing again with pure passion and hunger, Darren whispering every dirty word he could think of, making me want him more and more. I was starving for him, wanted him to fuck me, sinking my nails into him as he was my lifeline.

The others were surrounding us now, caressing us, enhancing us as they blended. One of the men offered his cock, and we both eagerly took it, centering our kisses around it, our tongues circling, our lips meeting, as Darren and I became one in every way. This man's cock was our centre, and we ate him eagerly. One mouth surrounded our genitals, licking us to our cadence, the others just touching, kissing us. It was so hard to keep track, but I was holding on, sharing my body, my soul with the man I loved. Darren and I together were the universe, and nothing else mattered.

Together we were riding the rhythm to climax, the others enhancing, their hands and mouths pushing us closer. I was so greedy to such that cock with Darren, our lips fused with it. Darren was slamming into me harder and faster; the more he gave me, the more I wanted. I never, ever wanted to stop falling.

Darren was signalling me to his own orgasm, piercing shouts mixing with my own. I surrounded his body with my own and held on tight, letting myself be washed away with him on that final wave.

The cock we were sharing--we didn't know who it belonged to and we no longer gave a damn--was exploding too, showering our faces with tangy white goo; we were both thirsty, lapping it up from both him and each other, before it finally withdrew. The appendage gone, our lips came together once more, the kiss passionate and full of cum, embracing and breathing as one as we slowly drifted back down to earth.

I was in Darren's arms, my head on his shoulder. Letting a beat pass by, I opened my eyes, looked into his, and smiled. He was smiling back as he brought me into a sweet, warm kiss. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," I sighed. Again, we pressed our mouths together, and I saw our captor out of the corner of my eye. Darren saw her too. We broke off our kiss when she spoke.

"Come to me, both of you."

We crawled toward her menacing, feminine form to her black patent leather thigh-hi boots. She pointed at them, instructing us to kiss the toes. Unhesitatingly, we did.

"Did you two learn anything?"

"That we're both submissive," I said, "and we crave bondage..."

"...and we enjoy lovers of both sexes," Darren continued, "We're both bisexual, if you want to label it that."

"Very good. You two did well. I almost regret setting you free. But I did promise, and I always keep my promises." I looked around; her cronies were gone. "Don't worry, it won't be as traumatic as your arrival." She gestured to a small room we hadn't seen before. "Your clothes are in there. You two can get dressed. Then I'm afraid you'll have to be blindfolded--you can't ever know where this place is--and we'll take you back home. And you'll be awake this time," she said with a wry grin.

Darren and I nodded numbly, absorbing this as we walked, hand in hand, to the changing room.