Who's Getting Played

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[9/3/2023] I originally made just 1 illustration for this story, but always intended to make a second. I've now added the second, and reworked the first one.

Who's Getting Played?

by Eve Perry

She checked her makeup in the rearview mirror one last time before she put her cigarette out and stepped from the car. She looked around the bar parking lot, watching, waiting. It was a good choice.

Flashing orange neon announced it as The Eggplant, a biker's bar on the remote edge of town. Yes indeed, a good choice. She ran her hand through her long bleached hair and began the walk across the lot. The strut was unconscious, unpracticed. It sprang from the same well, from deep inside, which resulted in that look on her face. Primal and urgent.

She approached the bar, a hunter playing as prey. As she neared the doors, they burst open toward her, two early drunks staggering against each other. They muttered incoherently, lewd intentions evident, but she pushed past them. Her need did not encompass the desire of drunkenness without the accompanying ability. It ran far too deep for that.

She entered the bar and paused, letting her eyes adjust to the smoke-filled dim within. A slight smile escaped. Immediately to her right an old jukebox was playing country. A small dance floor in front lay unused. Past that in a darkened wing, half a dozen men were keeping three of four pool tables busy.

To her left along the far wall stood the bar. A heavyset, balding bartender immediately rechecked the position of his revolver as she entered. She did not approach the bar. She knew exactly what she wanted and alcohol simply had no role in it. She walked to the tables, weighing, assessing as she went. Back table, six three maybe four, two hundred pounds or so, brown hair, pony tail, leather vest, muscular chest, bulging arms, silver Harley Davidson belt buckle, worn Levi's, and dirty cowboy boots.

She slowly pivoted back to his face and caught his eyes. They were laughing, absentmindedly. She kept them in scope as she placed a quarter on the table and backed away. The hunt was on.

The atmosphere of the room had changed. She relaxed into the role. All was as it should be. The play at the other tables had slowed as the men subconsciously responded to the systemic rise in barometric pressure. She stood away from play; right leg thrust at a 45-degree angle, hip cocked. Her hands were pushed into the pockets of the only true article of clothing she had on, a suit jacket that hung thigh length. Under it half-hid a bra and g-string panties. Garters held up her black, seamed stockings, ending at her feet with 4-inch spike heels.

She didn't say a word when Harley approached. Her heart rate jumped a notch, her palms twitched, and the butterflies refused to stay put in her stomach. She knew the flush that rose to her cheeks only highlighted the hungry look on her face. She did nothing to check it. She simply accepted the proffered cue and followed him to the table. Crouching, she placed four quarters into the slots, pushed them in, and pulled the empty lever back out. Slowly, she rose. The balls filed out in noisy fashion as she walked to the end of the table.

All other attempts at play had ceased and all eyes were concentrated on her, some lewd, some hostile, some curious. She leaned over to rack, a practiced move that hitched her jacket up, just far enough to show garter. The barometric pressure rose another notch.

She backed away from the table and stood with her feet hip distance apart, knees locked, fingers twirling the cue distractedly as she watched her opponent set up to break.

"You know, lady, here we don't play just for fun," Harley said, the thinly veiled threat adding an edge to his voice.

"Oh no," she replied, "what do you play for, if not for fun?"

"Money," he answered.

"Money's fun...if you got it," she countered. "Unfortunately, I ain't got it. Does that mean I can't play?"

"You could put up valuables."

"Gentlemen, look closely," she queried the gathered men. "Do any of you see anything of value in me? I mean really. The only thing I brought to this game was me."

Through the responding laughter, could be heard "so be it." Harley drew back his cue and broke. The balls scattered instantaneously, spreading across the table like a mushroom cloud, bouncing off banks and each other. None, however, dropped.

Next, her turn. She approached the table and delicately picked up a cube of chalk from the edge, placing it to the tip of her stick. As she rolled her cue slowly into the chalk, she took a measuring glance around. Somewhere along the line, two men had left, leaving four at the table. She pointedly made eye contact with each one.

Across the room, the bartender flipped the outside lights and locked the door. She took a deep breath, exhaling through her teeth as she began to circle the table, edging past the men who had inched their way in. She found her angle. She lifted her stick, sliding it back between her fingers, leaning her body down over the stick. The only sound left in the bar was the clink of glasses being washed on the far side, as breathing at the table had all but stopped.

She was poised over the table, jacket riding up her thighs, exposing the lacy top of her stockings, the perfect smoothness marred only by the garter's clips. As she took aim, gravity found her and gently tugged at her jacket front, revealing a hint of her small but firm breasts. The cue slid back between them, brushing against them and forward between them as she took her shot and stood up, her clothing sliding back into place.

The three ball dropped and the cue ball followed it just far enough to set the five ball up perfectly. She circled the table for her next shot, finding the room to maneuver getting more difficult. She smiled into one bearded face as she moved past him, perky breasts brushing against his chest, her nipples hardening at the contact. She dropped the five and circled once again. She spotted the two, a long shot from corner to corner.

As she prepared to set up the shot, she felt a stick on her calf from behind. She stood perfectly still as the man slid it slowly up between her legs. She leaned into the shot, sliding her pussy along the stick as she did so, and taking her shot, dropped the two. Then she took hold of the stick between her legs and drew it forward, sliding it along her pussy, the bare curve of her ass peeking out from behind.

She handed the cue back to the man, glancing at his chest covered only with an eagle tattoo. She smiled and whispered her gratitude. Others laughed. He did not. Instead, his eyes narrowed at her.

Her next shot involved a tough angle and her heart raced as she leaned far over the table. A leg stretched over the top of it, her ass was completely bared, her pussy covered by the small triangle of her g-string. Her breasts pressed into the table as the stick slid through them, impacting the cue ball and dropping the four. As she stood up, her jacket whispered back into place. Beard adjusted the hardening cock in his pants to a better position, an open leer now on his face. Harley still looked disinterested but she could see that his cock too was responding. The rest of the game went quickly. Nobody could do anything to stop her.

As she dropped the eight ball, she rose and looked at Harley. "So, how much did you say we were playing for?"

"I didn't. You did," he replied, "You were all you brought to the game, remember?" He took a menacing step toward her.

"But, I won." She laughed, nervously stepping backward and bumping into the other three, who had quietly slid behind her. "Guys, this isn't necessary, really." Her voice had taken on an edge of apprehension. Harley let the moment sink in. The apprehension turned into uncertainty, then outright fear.

"Oh, but it is, Princess," replied Harley. "You won the game and now it's time to collect your winnings." He undid his belt and took another step forward. Reaching out, he grabbed her lapels and said, "Take this off."

"Please," she pretended to cry. "It doesn't have to be like this. Please don't." Her sentence was interrupted as a knife was pressed against her throat.

"But it does, Princess. It's no good without that element of fear, is it? Tell me, are you afraid, yet?" Wide, teary eyes looked into his eyes. "Yes," he smiled, "I believe you are. Now, take this off!"

She could feel the cold hard blade pressing at her throat as shaking fingers worked the buttons of her jacket. She slid the jacket from her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Harley reached behind him and drew out a hunting knife, large and lethal. Her body quivered as the steel touched her skin. Harley drew it up her belly and she struggled to back away. But the men held her still, the other knife remaining at her throat. As Harley cut her bra in two and her breasts sprang forth, released by the tension of the push-up bra, her nipples hard as rocks, goosebumps completely covering her flesh.

"Well, well, well," Harley sneered, flicking an erect nipple with the point of his blade. "Maybe not too afraid yet, huh?" He reached out and grabbed a nipple, twisting it until she screamed. At the same time, he cut the g-string off her body. She shivered, her exposed flesh catching the cool of the night air.

Harley undid his pants and nodded to the men. Knife maneuvered fully behind her, kicking into the back of her legs, dropping her to her knees. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back. She found herself eye level with Harley's cock. Harley took another step toward her.

"No," she cried. She struggled to pull her face away, all the time shaking her head no. But Knife had moved his blade to her left breast and pushed the point into her flesh, drawing a thin line of blood. As she opened her mouth to scream, she felt Harley's cock on her lips, the knife on her breast. She froze.

"Look at me, Princess," Harley ordered and she obediently, if reluctantly, raised her eyes. "Here's what you're gonna do. You're going to give me the best blowjob of your life, right here, right now. Now, don't go shaking your head no at me, or we'll just have to cut that pretty little nipple right off your tit. Slowly. One at a time. Nod if you understand me. Good."

And with that he slid his dick between her lips and allowed the breath he didn't know he'd been holding to escape with a hiss. Her mouth was wet, and warm, and willing. She was eager but slow. His cock grew spontaneously and penetrated deep inside her throat, crushing her tongue. She allowed her teeth to barely meet flesh as she pulled away, circling her tongue around his rock hard cock. She flicked her tongue back and forth along the tip and then sucked the entire length back into her mouth. She struggled to free her arms from captivity but was held in an ever tightening grip. Knife pierced her yet again for her troubles. A fresh line of blood trickled down her right breast.

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Harley grabbed her ears and started pumping his dick in and out of her mouth. She adjusted to his rhythm, releasing pressure as he pumped in, applying it as he pulled out. She lost the rhythm, though, when Eagle latched onto her left breast, squeezing it unmercifully, while Beard shoved two greasy fingers deep into her unprepared pussy.

She let out a cry and Harley's dick slipped from her mouth. She raised her eyes to his expectantly, but he only smiled down at her. "Listen Princess, don't forget what your job is. Don't go worrying about what the boys are doing. That's not your problem, understand? Stay focused, baby. No matter what happens, your job is to wrap your mouth around the dick, like a burrito protecting the meat."

Beard slid his fingers out slowly and shoved them back inside her, which elicited a small moan. Harley slid his cock back between her lips. Knife and Eagle were pinching and twisting her breasts, while Beard continued pumping his thick fingers in and out of her increasingly wet pussy. Two fingers, then three, then four. All five, continuing into a fist. She started to find concentrating on the large dick in her mouth more challenging than she expected.

Within minutes, Harley's breathing pattern changed. It came, quick and shallow. His pumping motions turned more insistent. His muscles stiffened. He growled, "Keep a grip on the dick" as he shot a load of hot salty cum deep into her mouth. The knife was still pressed against her breast and she was keenly aware of it as she struggled against her gag reflex and swallowed the warm liquid until none remained. Still, Harley did not move. The others had paused as well. Gingerly cradling his shrinking cock between her lips, she risked a glance up to look into Harley's triumphant face.

"Good girl," he said, "you get to keep your titties intact. For now." He stepped back, pulling his pants up as he did so. "Okay boys, choo choo time." Her eyes widened as the meaning hit her. Taking the opportunity that the lull had provided, she quickly jumped up and ran for the door. But Beard had a taser. He shot her back on the dance floor. She was dragged back to the pool table.

She wrapped her arms tightly around the table leg, but she was simply zapped again. Her arms were zip tied behind. Harley clenched both breasts in his hands and squeezed until she yelled, screaming. He then leaned her over the table. "Spread her legs," someone said. Beard and Blade immediately responded. Her ankles were tied to the table legs. She whimpered into the felt of the table as she lay waiting, stockinged legs dangling freely over the side, arms crushed painfully by her own weight.

She could hear the sound of Eagle's pants being undone. He placed his hands softly upon her ass, gently kneading, lightly teasing. And as her body responded and relaxed, he grabbed her hips and thrust his cock deep inside her pussy. She cried out. Eagle's cock was huge and she felt as if he'd rip her apart. But with each thrust came an accompanying pain of satisfaction and soon her body accommodated his size. She continued to cry out, but the tenor had changed, and they all knew it. From somewhere she couldn't see, she could hear Harley chuckle.

Eagle had a firm grip on her hips and he continued to rock back and forth, thrusting his huge cock inside her. Her breathing soon changed, becoming labored. The heat of an inner fire rose in her pussy and began to spread throughout her body. Eagle continued to pound his cock into her. The glow continued to spread and she arched her back, raising her ass, to give him better access.

His thrusts were fast, hard, deep, and he had begun to pant. She cried out, again and again, screaming as one final thrust shot hot steamy liquid into her pussy. Her body exploded into violent spasms of ecstasy. Eagle pulled his softening dick out. As her arms were released, she curled into a ball, her body continuing to shudder and twitch from the orgasm.

Harley walked up and ran his fingers lightly down her back, causing her body to spasm uncontrollably. "Don't get too comfortable, Princess," he laughed. "We're not done with you yet." She curled into a tighter ball, hiding her face in her arms. And she waited. Her body cooled. And still she waited, but she didn't have to wait too long.

"Come here, Princess," Harley called to her. She held herself tighter. "I said come here!" he repeated angrily. Again she didn't respond. She could hear his heavy, angry tread crossing the distance between them. She steeled herself, but was still caught unprepared.

A sudden, sharp crack and stinging pain had spread across her backside. Her head flew up in a knee-jerk reaction, and she just caught him poised with his leather belt over his head bringing it down a second time on her bare ass. Thwack! She howled in pain and pleaded with him simultaneously. He eyed her coldly. "I will not ask twice again, you hear?" Tears rolled down her face and she nodded her submission.

"Now, come here." She crawled across the table to him, eyes downcast, afraid to look at him. So she felt, rather than saw, the leather belt as he wrapped it around her neck and looped it through the buckle.

"Now my pet, come with me," he said, pulling her off the table. As she struggled to get her footing, he scowled down at her. "Nobody told you to stand up." So she crawled along beside him on her hands and knees, head down, looking nowhere.

A few feet away, Beard was carefully watching the gently swaying of her gravity-aided breasts. Harley gave a quick tug on the belt and it tightened around her neck, momentarily cutting off her oxygen supply. She stopped immediately, gulping air into her lungs. Harley crouched down behind her, his erection clearly definable, pressing against her ass through his jeans. He grabbed her breasts and pulled her body into his. Then gently cradling her chin in his hand, caressing her cheek with his fingers, he lifted her face until she was looking into Beard's hungry brown eyes.

"You know whose turn it is, don't you Princess?" She nodded, glancing up at Beard. He stood up, directly in front of her as Harley slid his hands caressingly down her neck, her upper arms and gently cupped her breasts in his large hands. "Undo his pants, Princess," Harley whispered softly into her ear.

She crawled closer to Beard, as close as her belt tether would allow and reaching up, she undid the buckle and the buttons on Beard's pants. Using both hands, she gently tugged them along with his underwear, down around his ankles. Then she began massaging his calves, lightly tickling the skin with her nails. She worked her way up his legs, rubbing, tickling, and kissing, until his skin quivered. His cock had grown hard and pulsing.

She raised herself up fully on her knees and gently cupped his balls in her hands, rubbing the soft under-skin and working up the shaft. She leaned against the tether and lightly flicked her tongue around his balls and then licked the full length of his shaft. As she leaned her body closer, lips parting to accept his dick, the belt snapped and she was jerked from her kneeling position and lay sprawled on her back on the floor.

"You seemed to be enjoying it a bit too much" Harley responded to the question that her eyes clearly asked. She lay unmoving, closely eyeing Harley, unsure whether to move or keep still. Beard approached and straddled her body at chest level. Then he dropped to his knees and his cock stood straight out, bouncing slightly over her lips. A strong pair of hands grabbed her legs behind the knees and hoisted her ass a foot off the ground.

As Beard eased his dick into her mouth, Blade shoved his into her pussy. Not having fully recovered from her last orgasm, her pussy remained ultra sensitive and she cried out, tingles rippling through her body. Beard responded by fucking her mouth, pumping his cock in and out of her warmth. She hungrily accepted his cock and grabbed his ass from behind, urged him on, sucking his cock deep into her mouth, feeling it brush the back of her throat, unwilling to allow him to pull away.

Blade continued his assault on her pussy, ramming his cock into her, re-igniting the fire within. Her body shuddered and as orgasm began to peak, she tasted the warm flow of Beard's cum in her mouth. She sucked, urgently afraid her own orgasm would prevent her from performing to Harley's satisfaction. Even as Beard rolled off her, she reached a climax and cried out uncontrollably, trying to wriggle away from Blade's continuing thrusts.

The sensations spreading through her body became too intense, almost reaching unbearable levels, but Blade only gripped her legs tighter and with a final grunting thrust, he shot his load deep inside her, finally collapsing on top of her. They lay together on the floor, breathing hard, air-conditioning cooling the heat from their skin.

Finally, Blade rolled away from her. She lay still, experiencing the aftershocks of an incredibly powerful quake. She didn't trust her legs to hold her weight, so she remained still. Eventually, a shadow passed over her and she looked up to find Harley standing over her, jacket in hand. He offered her his hand and pulled her to her feet, wrapping her in his arms.

"Game's over, Princess," he whispered, kissing her neck. He helped her into her jacket and walked her to the door as she buttoned up. She crossed the lot, got into her car, and never looked back.