[Fiction] Erin's Hell

[skjelner]

It's been awhile, but like I said, Erin's Hell will never die. Hope you enjoy the next part—Day II is almost over!

***

Jason took a seat on the mattress behind Erin. Isabel’s eyes widened—he must have leaned close. Unable to move, Erin winced at the man’s touch as he ran his hand down her tender back.

“Look at you, Erin. Look at the position you’re in, all bruised and broken yet again.” Jason’s fingers lingered on each of Erin’s open wounds, and she moaned in pain, stifled by the ball gag. “If only you had decided to be more obedient this morning, we’d still be having fun together—upstairs, instead of down here where, as you’ve seen, things tend to get rather more painful.”

At this, Jason dug a finger—or maybe it was a knuckle—into one of the wounds on Erin’s ass. She shrieked through the gag, and Isabel averted her gaze in pity.

“And your little friend here—much littler than you, might I add—well …” Jason’s voice trailed off before he suddenly twisted Isabel’s hair in one fist and yanked. Erin shuddered at the dull sound of hair being pulled slightly from her friend’s skull, and this time it was Isabel who screamed. But to both girls’ relief, Jason released his grip before any real damage was done. Instead, he stood up: though Erin could not see them, she knew Mark and Brian had returned.

Jason wasted no time. “Alright guys,” he began to unfasten Isabel’s side of the ball gag, “set the glass down over there, get their arms unbound, then their legs. I don’t think either of these whores would even think about running, but watch them closely just in case. Girls?” By now Jason had moved behind Erin to undo her gag strap. “You must be a bit thirsty by now, so I’m willing to give you a glass of water before bed.”

Jason released the gag at last, carefully taking it out from between the girls teeth. Before either girl could say a word, however, he quickly shushed them. “Don’t you dare talk while I’m speaking. Anyway, you’re allowed a glass of water, but you’ll have to share it, and of course I’m sure you remember the rules about what you may ingest.” He leaned down and gripped each of his prisoners beneath their chins. “Correct?”

Erin gulped, thankful to be able to breathe through her mouth once more, and simply nodded in unison with her friend. By then, Mark and Brian had finished unbinding their arms and chests and had nearly finished their last set of legs.

“Good.” Jason smiled. Suddenly, Erin realized his nakedness and stare in fear at his semi-limp penis swinging between his legs, for she had a keen feeling about what would happen next. “That’s right,” her captor continued. “You’re going to be drinking some more delicious, cum-filled water. Well, a first for you I suppose, Isabel, but your friend here seemed to enjoy it quite a bit last night.”

At this, the other two men finished with the ropes but immediately grabbed both girls around the upper arms, restraining them in a sitting position on the mattress. Brian was particularly rough with Erin, pulling her aching shoulders back into a rather uncomfortable position. She felt a soft poke in her lower back and realized he must have been naked, too.

“This time, though,” Jason continued, “you’ll only be drinking my cum: I’ve got other plans for Mark and Brian’s last loads of the night.” He winked. “But what’s the fun in me just jacking off into a glass of water when I’ve got two filthy naked sluts in front of me? Naturally you’ll need to help me get hard.” The girls looked at each other in fear, but at least Erin knew this wouldn’t be painful. “You first, Isabel. I already know your friend is quite the deep-throat maestro. Let’s see how you do. Just a couple pumps ought to get me hard.”

Erin knew her best friend was rather fond of deep throat, so she took some slight solace in the fact that Jason might be disappointed by not being able to choke or otherwise embarrass her. And indeed Isabel was able to take the whole of his massive ten inches without much trouble, though the look of disgust on her face said otherwise.

By the time Jason’s penis swung into Erin’s sight it was already hard but, wanting to get this over with so she could finally sleep, Erin parted her lips and snapped open her throat as the smooth shaft slid in almost mechanically. She coughed once when he slid it back out after a few pumps and watched as Jason stumbled backward, grabbed the glass of water from the floor, and began stroking his penis swiftly and expertly with his free hand.

Before long, he grunted, and with a clench of his tight ass, Jason let loose several long ropes of semen straight into the water. He swirled it around a few times then held the glass out to Isabel. “You first, slut, since you haven’t had the pleasure of tasting cum water yet,” he teased. “I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Isabel gingerly took the glass and looked at Erin.

“It’s really not that bad,” Erin croaked. She wondered how long it had been since she has spoken—and how long since she had had any water.

“If—If you say so.” Isabel sounded even worse than Erin.

“Just get it over with, Is. Then give it here … I’m so fucking thirsty, even if it does have jizz in it.”

Isabel sighed, then emptied half the glass in a single long swig. She made a gagging face and coughed several times, much to the sniggering amusement of the men. “I think I ended up drinking most of the cum,” she said between gasps, handing the glass to Erin. “You’re fucking sick, you know that? All of you guys.”

Still laughing, Jason simply shrugged off the insult. “Ahhh, you fucking bitch,” he replied mockingly. “I’m just glad this night’s almost over. And you should be too—if we had more time tonight, I’d make you very sorry for speaking out like that. But it’s okay. You’ll learn to keep those comments to yourself soon enough.”

Erin had already finished the rest of the water by the time Jason stopped speaking. She barely noticed the taste of semen this time, and her thirst keep her from caring much in the first place.

“Oh, finished already?” Jason asked. “That was much faster than last night. You’re learning, unlike your fire-crotch friend here. Anyway, guys? Let’s get these girls ready for bed.” He took the glass from Erin and set it on the floor. “Or, well, not bed, per se, as you whores sure as hell didn’t earn that mattress you’re sitting on. Nah, instead you’ll be sleeping over there.”

Jason gestured toward the original patch of light across the room from which the girls had left in effort to reach the mattress. In the middle were the set of shackles, where Erin had found Isabel chained earlier that day.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said that would be your sleep spot. And since you couldn’t move the mattress there in time, you’ll just have to do without.”

[skjelner]

The next part is here—if you're still reading, feedback is welcome.

One part left in Day II, BTW. Coming soon!

***

Erin felt a rough grip on her shoulder: Brian. By now the memory of him as her yoga instructor had faded completely. Now, he was nothing more than another abuser, holding her captive as part of some sort of sick porn ring; or at least, that was her best guess.

“Come on. Move.” Brian pushed Erin out of the patch of light and toward the chains in the adjacent glowing circle; Mark did the same with Isabel at their side. “You’re get to lay down first, Erin,” Brian said when they reached the chains. “On your back, hands and legs near the chains.”

“Oh boy,” Erin said under her breath.

“Now now,” Jason said, “there’s no need to be a little sarcastic bitch. Just get the fuck on the floor if you want to sleep at all tonight.”

Rather than arguing, Erin did as she was told and arranged herself somewhat spread-eagle on the cold concrete. She caught a glimpse of Jason coming up behind his comrades, holding what looked like more chains. He grabbed hold of Isabel while Mark and Brian wasted no time fastening the chains tightly around Erin’s wrists and ankles, even though Erin had already decided she had no chance of escaping at that moment.

Craning her neck back as much as possible, Erin could see Isabel’s nude figure standing over her, shivering and rubbing her arms. It certainly is pretty cold in here, Erin thought. But I guess I won’t mind as long as I can actually get some sleep.

“Well, let’s get right to it, then,” Jason continued, keeping a firm grip on Isabel’s shoulders. “Isabel, you’re going to be sleeping in, erm … close quarters with your friend tonight.”

“What do you—”

“I mean you’re going to be sleeping on top of her.”

Erin let out a silent gasp. Isabel let out an audible one. Jason quickly clasped his hand over her mouth.

“Shut up, bitch. Don’t talk; just listen.” Though she could have, like Isabel Erin didn’t dare breathe a word. “This evening we’re going to test the strength of you girls’ friendship. If you can handle your sleeping arrangements tonight, well, you might be of some use to us after all. You see, you’re going to be on top of Erin here, except to make your night more interesting—well, for the spectators, at least—you’re not exactly going to be facing her. Tie her down, boys!”

Erin simply lay in place, too shocked to speak and too restrained to move, and watched as Jason’s two cohorts grabbed Isabel’s arms, forcing her toward Erin. Isabel screamed in protest, but it was no use: before long the men wrested her down to her knees, then shoved her onto Erin, who let out a heavy “oof!”

Before either girl could react further, Brian and Mark quickly lifted Isabel into the air and swung her around so that her crotch was above Erin’s face.

“That’s right,” Jason said, “put that sweaty little snatch right on her mouth.”

A warm, salty taste suddenly filled Erin’s mouth. She couldn’t believe what was happening: in mere seconds all normal physical barriers between her and her best friend had been shattered, and in the worst way possible.

“Keep you ass DOWN,” Brian shouted as he pressed Isabel’s vagina harder against her friend’s mouth. Erin struggled to keep her mouth closed—she certainly did not enjoy the taste—but Brian noticed this immediately and delivered a hard slap across her face. “Don’t you fucking DARE close your mouth. Tonight you girls are going to enjoy each others juices, whether you like it or not. We’ll be tying the chains tight enough to make damn sure of that, but … not just yet.”

At this, Erin felt a warm sensation between her own labia. Isabel, her sticky, bruised body pressed against Erin’s own naked figure, must have been forced into an equivalent pose, lips and tongue pressed into the folds of Erin’s vagina, completing what Erin knew was called the “69” position. Erin struggled against the chains but to no avail: any movement simply resulted in extremely embarrassing and uncomfortable sensations from Isabel’s wet, scratchy tongue.

Jason howled with laughter and shuffled around, though Erin could only hear him. Her sight was filled the pale flesh of Isabel’s ass and her winking hole. “Look at you sluts, already enjoying the taste of each other’s pussies,” Jason said. “Bet by morning you won’t even want to get up.”

Erin felt a rumble between her legs. Clearly Isabel had tried to reply, but all that came out was a muffled murmur, sending a wave of sensation through Erin which, had it not been from a female—let alone her best friend—might have felt good.

“Before we let you go to bed, though, we’ve got to make this a little more fun,” Jason continued. “Brian? Mark? You know what to do.”

[Hunterman36]

I'm still reading, I'm happy you keep posting. Keep up the good work.

[Submissive9]

I fount this earlier and sat down and read it all! Keep going, its amazing!!

[skjelner]

A strong hand—Erin wasn’t sure whose—gripped her forehead, pushing her head down. Seemingly out of nowhere, a penis with an unfamiliar scent slid into view. Must be Brian’s, Erin thought, her nose crinkling at its smell. From the best she could tell, Brian appeared to be a fan of trimming down there, achieving an appearance somewhere between the clean-shaven look of Jason and Mark and the full-on hai of Chris.

She watched in disgust as Brian’s penis slipped into Isabel’s slightly agape vagina above her, then gasped when she felt another enter her own. This one she recognized as the familiar feeling of Mark’s smooth shaft. Well, at least it’s not Jason’s, Erin figured.

Both men began to thrust rhythmically, and Erin could do nothing but try to bear the pain as her skin slid roughly against her friend’s. Isabel’s weight, while certainly nothing substantial for someone her age, was nonetheless making Erin uncomfortable: she could barely breathe with the combination of her friend’s chest pressing against her stomach and the motion of the men’s careless pumping. Thankfully, neither man lasted long, and just when Erin began to gasp for air, she felt three short bursts of liquid shoot into her. Mark quickly removed himself, then pressed Isabel’s dry lips to Erin’s labia once more, much to her chagrin.

Moments later, Erin felt a grip on her shoulders, pressing her to the floor. Brian’s penis twitched for a few seconds, then slid out of Isabel, leaving behind a thin stream of semen which dripped onto Erin’s chin. Unable to move, she simply lay still and squeezed her mouth shut.

“Big loads, boys?” Jason’s voice.

“You know it, man,” Mark replied.

“Especially for me,” Brian said. “I’ve been building up to that one all night. Looks like some’s spilling out, but don’t worry, I got plenty in there really deep.” Erin looked up at Isabel’s labia: indeed, more semen was dribbling out, and she couldn’t avoid it falling onto her face.

“Good,” Jason said. “Now, why don’t we fasten these sluts up tight and let them enjoy themselves—and maybe get some sleep, too. Plus, we’ve got things to discuss, and I could use some sleep myself.”

Mark and Brian grunted in reply, then Erin them lift her up slightly off the floor and slide more chains beneath her, wrapping them up and around Isabel’s waist. They pulled tighter and tighter, and Erin winced as Isabel’s dripping labia drew closer and closer.

“Stick your tongue out whore!” Brian shouted from Erin’s feet.

“You too, Erin, come on, let’s go.” It must have be Mark. “You don’t get to sleep without tasting your little girlfriend here—and some of Brian, too, of course.”

Erin, just wanting it all to stop, begrudgingly obeyed Mark’s order and let her tongue hang out, as if to welcome her best friend’s vagina. The salty taste of semen mixed with musty feminine odor filled her mouth and nostrils as flesh contacted flesh, making Erin want to gag. Mark positioned Isabel’s hips just so, and before long Erin found her tongue lodged firmly inside her friend’s most sacred, her nose enveloped in Isabel’s pink, semen-soaked folds.

At the same time, Erin felt her cheeks burn bright red as Isabel’s tongue slip into her own vagina. It was beyond awkward, especially since Erin could feel Mark’s semen slowly leaking out of her and into Isabel’s mouth.

“That ought to do it, guys,” Jason said. “I suppose there’s nothing more to do but leave you sluts alone for the night, since you certainly won’t be going anywhere. Well, good night, girls.”

Erin didn’t even attempt an reply. She simply lay still, unwillingly drinking Brian’s sticky semen directly from her friend’s vaginal canal, and listened as three steps of footsteps gradually faded in the distance. Just as they did, the single light above Erin snapped off, enshrouding the girls completely in darkness.

The girls were alone once more—just like when Erin had awoken that afternoon (or was it morning?), though in a far more vulnerable position. Isabel’s breathing tickled Erin embarrassingly, and she realized her own breath probably felt just as uncomfortable to her friend. Erin tried to shallow her breathing, but it was difficult: her heart was pumping rapidly. Instead she tried to relax, listening to Isabel’s heartbeat against her stomach.

Several uneasy minutes passed, then several more. Finally, Erin decided to try to speak.

“Ithabeln,” she practically hummed into her friend’s slippery labia, her tongue not of much help. Isabel’s hips jerked in response.

“Er … Erin,” Isabel attempted in response, “Thith ith way too weird.” The buzzing from Isabel’s lips sent waves through Erin’s body, though they were far from pleasurable.

“I know,” Erin did her best to say.

“I’m thcared.”

Tears welled up in Erin’s eyes. “I’m thcared, too.” She struggled to breathe through her nose as another glob of warm semen rolled out onto her tongue, dribbled out of her mouth, then drooled down on her chest. “Letsth justh try to sleep.” It was all she could think to say.

“Okay,” Isabel replied.

It was the last thing uttered by either girl: talking at that moment was less pleasant than simply remaining silent. There was simply nothing either girl could do. Erin lay listening to their beating hearts, trying to ignore the tastes in her mouth and the cold of the dark, bleak basement which had become her new prison. She had no idea how long it took her to reach sleep.

When she did, the nightmares began.

[Submissive9]

Good job on this chapter!

[Hunterman36]

Thanks for the quick update. You write well and very descriptively. It makes you'd stories vey entreating to read.

[skjelner]

Thank you! Gonna try to have another part up this weekend.

[Lauren10]

Love this story. I may not comment but I check everyday for it!

[cbtslave4u2]

I thought something happened to you SK! I stopped checking for updates a long time ago. I thought something happened to you. glad you are alright man!

[skjelner]

Thanks for reading after all this time! Nope, nothing happened to me, just haven't had much time to update. If you're interested, I just started another story called Bellevue Dare Club (I'm not stopping work on Erin's Hell though).

Oh, and there's also Next-Level Training if you haven't read that one yet.

[cbtslave4u2]

I think I started reading Next Level Training but my personal life went to hell so I stopped coming to this site. I might start reading it again man.

[skjelner]

Day S-II

Chapter S-Three

Subject 6 awoke with a start. Excited to be so close to becoming a true Subservient, she couldn’t wait to start her last day of training. The hard cot beneath her felt almost comfortable by now—she considered herself lucky that the Dominant On High allowed her such grand luxury to lay upon at night.

She slid off the cot and got to her feet. Walking with the plug inside her was easy now, though the pressure from her need to empty her bowels was now stronger than ever. Of course, she understood she would just have to keep holding through the long day of training that lie ahead. She realized she did need to urinate, however, and walked the short distance across her concrete cell to where her toilet stood patiently, not having deviated from the position she saw it in before she went to sleep.

“Crouch, toilet. I have to pee.”

Her toilet knew better than to disobey, not that it would have considered it. That’s what I love about voluntary servants of the Dominant, Subject 6 thought. So easy to control. But then again, they’re not as much to play with. What’s the fun in having a toilet that doesn’t require full restraints?

Subject 6 untied the toilet’s blindfold and hung it on its wall hook, then positioned herself directly over the toilet so that her vagina hovered an inch from its open mouth. She let loose a fresh stream of urine, which the toilet gulped almost noiselessly down its willing gullet.

“Good work,” she said when she had finished. “Now clean me off—and don’t leave a single drop.” Despite her warning, Subject 6 knew her toilet would leave her clean and fresh, and she enjoyed the momentary pleasure from its smooth tongue sliding between her dripping labia.

“That is satisfactory,” she said when the toilet had finished. “Assume the normal position.” The toilet stood up straight, its ankle chains clanking against the floor, and Subject 6 refastened the blindfold tightly around its head. “Now, be sure to dispose of my waste while I’m gone today, and do clean the grate and cell properly. I don’t want to come back to the smell of my own urine. An assistant will be by with supplies at the same time as always.”

The toilet nodded once, and in an unusual display of compassion, Subject 6 ran a finger down its frail chest and waste-filled stomach, stopping at its tiny cock cage. “This is the last day I will be serviced by this toilet. Keep up the excellent work, and this toilet may well find itself with a promotion. Although, with that minuscule dick, this toilet shouldn’t get its hopes up too much. It is lucky to be a mere toilet, after all. Still, I will give it nothing but the highest recommendation to the Dominant if given the chance.”

Her toilet nodded once more, and there was a sudden knock on the bars of the cell. Subject 6 turned to find Obedient smiling at her from the other side, clad in her Level II garb like always.

“Ready for your last day of training?”

“Of course!” Subject 6 replied. “Been feeling so anxious since I went to bed last night.”

“Well, there’s no need to feel anxious, sweetie, although today is definitely going to be the most challenging yet, though more on the mental side of things.”

“Oh yeah? What am I going to be doing?” Subject 6 gripped the steel bars of her trainee’s cell and peered into the dimly-lit hallway.

Obedient unlocked the cell door and swung it open. “Today you’ll be learning the effective capture and manipulation of men, in order to further the goals of the Few.”

[jjprocks]

this just gets better and better please continue to write

[Ethan2cu]

i'm still lost with this other thread popping in...