[DeepInnerFreak]

The Apartment

Chapter Fourteen

This was it. This was the day. There will be no better opportunity. “I am going to take back control of my life”, Aimee told herself as she crouched down, naked, peering into the oven like a culinary overlord looking over their creation.

“The first guests should be arriving soon, slut”, said Bethany, as she covered her eyes with her mask and adjusted her hair, reminding Aimee what she already knew.

“Yes, Miss. Eleven a.m. right?

“Mmmhmm”, Bethany hummed to confirm as she applied red hot lipstick, pouting her lips in the mirror by the front door.

Over the next ten minutes Aimee split her time between the kitchen, answering the intercom and greeting people as they showed up.

“Hey, we’re on floor three”, Aimee said to the first mystery guest through the intercom who stayed silent after buzzing. She sounded confident. That was a facade. Underneath she was nervous and nauseous. She had never met most of the people who she was about to greet. Their first impression of her would be her naked body. Her modest breasts, her curvy butt and smooth, hairless pussy. Her pussy which had been constantly teased for over two weeks without climax. Deep inside Aimee felt apprehensive. She knows her deceitful nipples and pussy will indicate that she’s aroused.

“Stupid body”, Aimee grumbled to herself as she tinkered with things in the kitchen to keep herself busy. She quickly reiterated the instructions Bethany had requested of her in her head. The list had become imprinted in her mind, as she repeated them over and over again like a mantra the past few days. She knew that doing anything wrong would land her in trouble.

“I must not cover up. All males are called Sir. All females are called Sister, followed by their first name. I am to introduce myself as Bethany’s slut. I am to take their coats, offer them a drink before seating them. Guests eat first. I am to do as I am told without question and I must not embarrass my owner in front of her friends”.

“KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK”.

Aimee quickly put the lid on the pasta before walking over to the front door and opening it wide.

The first person to arrive was a poorly groomed bearded man in his fifties. He was medium height, about five feet eight. He looked unkempt and severely overweight as if beer was his staple calorie source. He wore silver studded black boots, blue jeans and a seventies metal band t-shirt which hung several inches away from his waistline. A scent of stale cigarette smoke hit Aimee.

Aimee almost looked to Bethany who was waiting in the living area to double check this was one of her friends, but thought better of it. She felt her skin crawl as his eyes peered through his solid black eye masquerade, wandering over her naked body. His grin turned quickly into a malevolent smile.

“Um, hello, Sir. Please come in”.

Aimee took his oversized leather jacket and hung it up on the rack. “I’m Bethany’s slut, it’s nice to meet you”.

“Hello Bethany’s slut, I’m Frank. Trust me, the pleasure is mine”.

“Jesus, what a creep” Aimee thought to herself as she turned around, looking over her shoulder and led Frank to the kitchen, desperately wanting to cover herself from his letching stare.

“I think you can just call me slut, Sir. Can I get you something to drink?”.

Aimee still hated Bethany calling her a slut. It felt even worse when strangers said it. With this guy it felt perverted and sickening. “I’m old enough to be his daughter, maybe even granddaughter”. Aimee decided that thought wasn’t worth thinking about. It's the name Bethany has coined her and at the moment, what Bethany wants, Bethany gets. She leaves Frank and Bethany in the living area with their drinks as she attends to the intercom and kitchen.

The second person to arrive makes quite an impression on Aimee.

“Hey there, I’m Gabe, nice to meet you”.

Gabe stood tall at over six feet. No older than thirty. He was dark haired and handsome. Chiselled jaw line with perfect stubble. He had darker skin, like a persian prince. He dressed nicely; brown suede oxfords, no socks, mocha chinos, navy long sleeve jumper and a smile that would melt hearts. Aimee sensed his deep brown eyes touch her soul and wanted to rip off his blue and gold mask to see him in his entirety. She hesitantly looked away, in shame at her nakedness in front of him. She felt a warmth over her body, heat in her face and her pussy pulsed at being naked in front of such a man.

“Holy shit, he’s fit as fuck”, Aimee thought, before she composed herself, glancing up for a few seconds. “Hello, Sir. I’m Bethany’s slut, please come in.

Aimee completed the usual pleasantries, taking more time than she did with Frank, almost enjoying Gabe taking in her nude state before escorting him over to the living area where Bethany and Frank welcomed him.

The other four guests arrived together. Not surprising, considering it was Molly and Jess. Only this time they had brought along their respective partners.

“Hello slut”, the two girls said in unison. “Ready to play?”.

“Forever?” Thought Aimee, making herself smile inside as she likened them to the twins from The Shining.

“Hello Sister Molly, hello Sister Jess”, Aimee responded, trying her best not to sound like a class of five year olds saying hello to their teachers.

Molly reached forward, running a finger through Aimee’s smooth slit. “She is definitely pleased to see us again”. The girls giggle as she holds up her fingers to the others standing in the door, showing off Aimee’s wetness before bringing it to the naked girl's mouth. Aimee takes her fingers between her lips, tasting her juice.

“Daddy, this is Bethany’s slave I was telling you all about”, Molly sounded almost cute for a second as she introduced her Dominant come-sugar daddy. Aimee finishes cleaning Molly’s fingers as she continues. “In Bethany’s own words, she responds better when you call her slut, Isn’t that right, slut?”.

“Yes Sister Molly”. Cuteness gone in an instant”, Aimee surmised.

“Slut, this is my Daddy”.

“Hi there, slut. I’m Daniel. I know a lot about you”.

Aimee felt a little embarrassed assuming she had been a topic of conversation between the pair before hesitantly responding. “Um, hello, Sir. It’s nice to meet you”. She took their jackets and hung them up.

Daniel looked a little older than Gabe, probably in his mid thirties. Good looking. Clean shaven. Very well dressed in a black two piece suit, matching mask, white shirt, cufflinks, no tie.

“And this is Ethan”. Jess announces, pulling on a chain as a blonde boy, around five feet ten, and around eighteen years old shuffles into view. Wearing a pink mask and matching leather collar around his thin neck, his head down, not looking at Aimee.

“Hello, Sir?” Aimee says, unsure of the correct etiquette but following Bethany’s orders, trying to get his attention.

“No slut”, Jess snaps, “this is my pet. You will call him, puppy or boy”.

“Oh, I’m sorry Sister Jess. Um, hello boy”–No response.

“Give the slut your clothes, there’s a good pup”.

Aimee looks at Jess as she figures out if she heard correctly before Ethan slowly takes off his white t-shirt, thin sports shorts and steps out of his Havaianas leaving him as naked as Aimee before handing the bundle to her.

Aimee looks at the naked boy in front of her. His skin is clear bronze and is evenly tanned. He is not overly muscular but is toned and has barely any fat on him. He has two small erect nipples and not a hair on his body, not even around his cock which is locked in a metal cage. His sack, smooth which hugs his chastity device tightly. She suspects he has blue eyes but has still not looked up at her.

The boy kneels down before getting on all fours. “Geez, he seems more embarrassed at being naked than me”, Aimee thought to herself before taking the couples to the kitchen for their drinks.

“Food smells delicious slut”, said Jess, walking behind the naked girl, with her naked pet boy in hand. “You’ll serve pup’s food in a bowl just as you do yours”.

“Yes, Sister Jess”. I guess I’ll be sharing my bowl then, Aimee told herself knowing there was only one in the apartment.

Aimee served the drinks before showing the guests to their seats. Ethan kneels at Jess’ feet, licking her black high heels.

Aimee places Ethan’s clothes in her room, down by the side of her bed as it seemed the most suitable, out of the way place before returning to the kitchen. She put the final touches to the food, laying everything out along the island counter like a buffet.

“Hmm, I’m not sure, let me Google it”, Aimee overheard Bethany responding to one of the other guests. As she looked up, Bethany’s phone was in view of her and she could see her flatmate complete an “S” pattern to unlock it.

“Great”, thinks Aimee, now all I have to do is get hold of it while she is distracted and all of this will be over.

“Food is ready everyone”, Aimee announced clearly across the room.

One by one, the guests fill up their plates as Aimee tops up their drinks. Frank makes some creepy comments about Aimee’s erect nipples and how she should be his serving platter or something to that effect. Aimee did her best to ignore him whilst staying polite. His constant gazing gave her the chills. Gabe and Aimee shared an awkward smile and the girls seemed more interested in pleasing Daniel then paying attention to her. The guests returned to the seating area to continue their conversations.

Aimee takes a selection of what is left over and stuffs it into the blender. A selection of burger sliders, pasta, salad, quiche, meat and other miscellaneous foodstuffs.

Ethan looks up at Aimee for the first time as she places the bowl on the floor. She was correct about the blue eyes, which were now focused on her smooth wet pussy. His tongue out, fully immersed in the role of Molly’s pet. Aimee felt slightly disappointed his cock was in a cage. She wanted to see his reaction to her. She wanted confirmation that her nakedness turned him on. She wanted reassurance, thinking it would be an indication of how Gabe was feeling. Part of her wanted to enjoy the boy's humiliation too. Seeing his body react like she knew hers was.

She takes a deep breath before kneeling down beside him, hands behind her back and legs spread, her tight holes exposed to the guests behind her as they both take it in turns to attack the ground up food. “God I hope Gabe likes what he sees. I hope Frank is too busy to look”, she thinks to herself as she chews the pulpy textured meal, her pussy wettening by the second.

Aimee had to leave her food a couple of times to attend to the guests, bringing fresh rounds of food and to top up drinks. Ethan seemed way more skilled in eating like this. Aimee had improved over the past couple of weeks but this boy had definitely been trained for a while. She caught a glimpse of his tight hole in the air and his smooth tight balls underneath. The view just added to Aimee’s desperation and ache before rejoining him.

“Right, time to enjoy ourselves properly. Let's see whose name comes out of the hat first”. Aimee’s ears pricked up at this part of the conversation as Bethany announced the proceedings to the other guests. Previously it had all been about work and the economy which she drowned out. There was some talk of Molly being in denial. She got bratty and Daniel somehow managed to tame her. Jess had mentioned Ethan had been locked for over a month now and hadn’t had a normal orgasm in over six. “Poor guy”, Aimee thought, “I don’t know how I would ever cope being denied so long”. She and Ethan shared a small glance at each other when that conversation was happening, Aimee wasn’t confident who was more embarrassed by the information being shared.

“And…it’s…Daniel”, Bethany said, trying to build anticipation in the room like she was the host of the finals of a TV talent show.

“Lucky bastard”, Frank blustered.

“So, what will you have them do?” Jess asked as she stood up ruffling her pet boy's hair.

“Hmm”, Daniel paused like he was mulling over an important decision. “I’d like to see them both masturbate, but as they are both in denial, I won’t ask them to cum.

“So you want them to edge, Daddy?”, Molly asked for clarification.

“Yes, exactly, just like my little girl did before we left”.

Aimee smiled for a split second hearing Daniel's words–keeping Molly humbled–”likely fed up with her little miss princess attitude” she thought to herself. However she quickly snapped back to the thought of what she was going to have to do. “Fuck, not even Bethany has watched me do that. It’s so intimate. Now I am going to have to do it in front of a room full of strangers”.

Aimee turned around to catch Bethany’s attention, pleading with her eyes not to have to do it. Bethany just stared at her flatmate. “Urgh, there’s no hope. I need to get to that fucking phone”.

“Clear your food away, slut”. Bethany ordered.

Aimee picked up the bowl, taking it to the kitchen. On her return to the living area her pussy twitched and pulsed at the view. Jess had removed her boot and her barefoot was between Ethan’s legs. He was flat on his back in the middle of the living area, arms and legs raised like he was a puppy enjoying tummy tickles. Her toes pressed down firmly on his tight sack, squashing them to the floor. He groaned. She lent down fidgeting with a key that was on her ankle chain, unlocking the poor boy. As the cage was removed and his balls pulled through the ring, Aimee was able to see what she wanted earlier. His cock was flaccid and small, only a couple of inches but it began hardening as Aimee approached and his eyes diverted to Aimee’s pussy.

“Lay opposite the puppy, slut”, Bethany said as Aimee lowered herself into position staring at the boy's full hard cock standing at no more than five inches. His eyes glued to her wet slit as she spread her legs. “Start, but don’t you dare cum”.

Aimee felt so humiliated, having to perform something so personal in front of so many people, who had now gathered around, looking down at the pair.

Ethan began stroking his hard cock which spurred Aimee to place her fingers on her clit. The sight of watching the boy rubbing slowly, fully on display pulled a pleasurable groan out of Aimee as she teased her clit. She sped up looking on at Ethan handling his shaft. His head glistened. Pre-cum dripped down his length. His tight shaven balls bounced. They both increased their speed. Both were close. Both groaned before stopping. Panting. Aching.

“Well that was over quickly”, mumbled Frank. “The little fuckers need more attention, my turn”.

“No”, said Bethany, putting her phone away, “we’re drawing names out. You’ll get your chance”.

The two naked slaves, laid on their backs regaining their composure before the next name was read out…

“Bethany”, said Bethany.

“What a fix”, Frank said, eyeing up the two naked bodies, almost drooling over their exposed state.

Bethany placed her hand under Aimee’s arm as if to prompt her to get up. “Stand over the puppy’s face and lower yourself down into the sixty nine position, slut”.

“Fuck this is getting out of hand”, Aimee thought, but her pussy ached for more attention and she really didn’t fancy getting punished by six people so she complied.

Bethany ran a piece of rope under Ethans neck, wrapped and tied it around Aimee’s torso, pushing her pussy into his mouth, “Mmmm”, Aimee moaned as she felt Ethan’s lips against hers. Bethany ran another rope under the small of Ethans back and around Aimee’s head.

Jess grabbed her puppy’s hard cock, lifting it upright. “In your mouth, slut”, Jess ordered.

Aimee looked at the rock hard cock below her face. A pool of pre-cum had formed in his foreskin and it twitched in Jess’ hand as she pulled the skin back over his glands. The head was pink, it was dripping. It was smaller than the cocks she had sucked at uni. “At least there aren’t any pubes” she told herself as she came to terms with her fate. Aimee slowly lowered her head onto Ethens cock taking it inside her warm mouth. Ethans pleasurable whine vibrated against her pussy. “Mmm”, she groaned, taking in more of his length until her nose was pressed up against his smooth, tight balls. Now in place, she felt the rope tighten around her head before another being tied around their naked body’s. They were restrained in position, unable to escape one another’s genitals. Aimee could feel Ethan’s salty pre-cum coating the back of her throat before it pooled with her drool at the base of his cock.

“Perfect”, said Bethany standing back with the others as they watched the tied pair groan, hump and grind their body’s. “If either of you cum there will be hell to pay”, Jess said gleefully as they all returned to their seats and back to their conversations.

“How fucking long are they going to leave us like this”, Aimee thought to herself before Ethans tongue flicked across her clit and she returned the favour licking around his hard throbbing shaft. Both of them moaning and groaning, knowing they could not give each other the pleasure they both desperately needed.

Bethany and the guests chatted for a while, occasionally looking at the naked slaves as they grunted and whined softly into one another.

“Okay”, said Bethany, “I think it’s time to draw another name”.