Andy felt the car come to a halt, and after the ratchet of
the handbrake engaging, the chauffeuse switched off the engine. At last the idle chatter and bland pop of
night-time radio was also silenced although it had proved a distraction during
the journey. Although it felt like a
large car with comfortable seats, it had not been a comfortable ride.
The driver spoke: “We’re here.” It was a quite deep female voice. “Time to get out.” Andy heard the driver’s door open and the
click of her heels as she walked around the car. The nearside passenger door opened. “Let me unbuckle you.” Andy felt an arm press against his body and
then a hand fumbling with the catch beside his right hip. “Alright,” as the buckle released and the
belt was lifted back and away from his body, “I’ll help you out. You’ll need to swivel and slide to the left
and then lift your legs out over the sill.”
Two large hands pushed under Andy’s knees and his legs were lifted and
turned. If only he could see. Andy felt the latex of his dress squeak and
catch on the leather car seat. Andy
flopped backwards. It was hard to sit
upright with the turn and his hands cuffed behind his back. His arms were already numb from sitting
against them during the ride. The
driver pulled his shoulder forward and steadied him.
“Get your feet down now.”
Andy’s heels touched the ground.
“And watch your head,” said the driver.
A hand pushed his head down slightly while another gripped his right
upper arm. “Up we go.” With the driver’s assistance Andy stood up
and straightened. “One or two steps
forward.” Andy took short steps forward
as he regained his balance. “Lovely
dress, by the way, “ said the driver.
The driver’s hand had moved to his shoulder as Andy heard the passenger
door close. “It’s only a few steps
to the door. I’ll support you all the
way. I won’t let you fall.” The doors of the car locked with a clunk.
The driver guided the hooded Andy forward. The cool night breeze was welcome but it
also made the hood covering Andy’s face feel very soggy. Andy wanted to splutter a word of thanks to
the driver but the gag stopped any meaningful sound except gurgles and splutters. Andy had been sucking on the rubber penis
strapped in his mouth for an hour. He
felt like one of the gimps who’d been seated at their table at the GALA. With his hands cuffed behind his back there
was no way that he could remove it or cry for assistance. He had to concentrate on breathing and
swallowing the saliva that kept accumulating in his mouth but that just made
him suck harder on the cock. Since the
leather buckle had been fastened behind his head, Andy felt he knew the shape
and contours of the intruder as intimately as any lover: his tongue must have
explored every part of the intruder - licked the bulb of the glans, probed the
hole the meatus, circled the head of the corona, and glided over every raised
vein on the shaft. It was almost the
only thing on which he’d been able to concentrate except wondering what was
happening to Aunt Jane. He hoped she
wouldn’t be hurt. It would be so
unfair. She’d only wanted to take him to
the GALA and show him off to other members of the Sisterhood. He did hope his Auntie was OK. Almost but not all of his thoughts for,as he
slurped and sucked on the lifelike dummy, he did ponder how it might compare to
that of the nice Edward who’d asked him to dance and taken him on the ill fated
trip to the toilets. Would Edward’s cock
get hard for him and be nice and firm in his delicate mouth? Which reminded Andy, he would need to redo
his lipstick.
The driver gave one or two prompts about which way to turn
or when there was a step. There was the
click and hum of an intercom. After a
few brief rings, a male voice answered.
“Yes?”
“I’ve a delivery for you,” said the driver.
“I’ll buzz you through.
Floor 21.” There was a click and
Andy heard a door being pushed open. The
driver’s hand gripped Andy’s left forearm and steered him forwards. Andy heard the click of his 
heels reverberate
on the polished stone floor. Another
halt and then lift doors opened. The
ride was swift, smooth and silent.
heels reverberate
on the polished stone floor. Another
halt and then lift doors opened. The
ride was swift, smooth and silent.
As the lift doors opened, the driver spoke: “I’ll be back
for you in the morning. Around eight
o’clock. I don’t know how many are
here. I hope they don’t bang you too
hard.” Andy felt a hand on his shoulder
and a few gentle, reassuring pats, then gentle pressure to advance out of the
lift. Andy stepped forward with
trepidation. He was shaking with
nerves. It sounded like he was being
delivered to a gangbang.
The driver rang the bell and as she did so removed the hood
from his head. Andy was left blinking
in the glare of the bright corridor light.
He closed his eyes against the glare and sucked hard on the comforter
filling his mouth.. A gangbang. Oh,
dear, there would be so much cock to suck and his lipstick already needed
retouching. He did hope Aunt Jane
wouldn’t mind.
end of Part 8
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