Taken
by Liisa Lash

I knew I shouldn’t be doing what I was about to do. I also knew that I could not stop myself. Curiosity killed the cat, but all I wanted was answers. Answers that weren’t vague or that posed more questions. Kate and I have been friends for years, we have shared everything, been through the best and worst times of our lives together, and never kept secrets. Until now. Until she met Michael. Older, wiser, Michael. Or so she says, though she does not say much about him at all. I guess I am jealous. Not of Michael, because I am married, basically, happily married, but perhaps a bit jealous of that “new man in my life” feeling. More, I am missing my friend desperately. Missing the faux Aunt that was supposed to be at my daughter’s ballet recital this morning, but canceled at the last minute because “Michael is in town.” Of course I invited him to join us, but they had “other plans”. These “other plans” are what have driven me here. To find out how Michael has managed to steal Kate away from me, my family and virtually everything else in her life that she used to love to do.

So, here I am, feeling like a criminal, crouching in the bushes, freezing my ass off, when did it get so cold? All the blinds to Kate’s house are drawn, but the lights are on and I can hear the distant murmur of music. God, if anyone sees me, or worse, they call the police, the humiliation will be unbearable. I really think I have lost my mind, I can’t see a thing, I lied to my husband saying I was going shopping, just so I can become a peeping Tom, great. Perfect, thunder above, which means, damn, rain. Fuck!!! Now I’m wet, I’m cold, I’m an idiot!! I am leaving, some things are better left unknown, I guess. I stop dead in my tracks. What is that?? I know I heard something. Is it my imagination?? I know I’ve lost it, but, damn, there it is again. It sounds like a scream or yell, but muffled. Dammit Kate, this is your fault, getting me all worked up about you. I am at the kitchen door, I can see the soft glow of candles or is it the fireplace in the den past the living room? But I cannot see in, or see Kate or Michael. A yelp, a definite yelp, much louder this time. It is Kate, I am sure about it. What the hell is going on?

Maybe I should call the police. And say what? Oh man, what am I doing? Do or die time, I turn the knob of the kitchen door. It is unlocked, filled with dread, I open the door and enter the kitchen. I hear a voice, a man’s voice, speaking softly, too softly to make out what is being said. “Please Sir, I do not wish to anger you, I am sorry I was late, it will not happen again, I beg you, please forgive me” I heard Kate saying between whimpers and catching her breath. As I turn the into the hallway leading to the den I hear the reply “We shall see, pet, we shall see”. When I get to the corner, I can see into the den, I can see most of the room, all but the far corner. Kate is naked, kneeling on the floor, her hands behind her back, oh my God, that looks like handcuffs. Her breasts always more perky than mine, are jutting out, nipples erect, and her pussy is bare! I wonder when she shaved it, or why. Her side is to me, but her ass looks dark, very dark.

I can hear Michael, out of my view, going through drawers. He tells Kate to stand, and she does, quickly, and almost, gracefully. She stands now, head bowed, as Michael, yes, it is Michael, walks toward her carrying a paddle. I have never seen one like this before, it is a long rectangle with holes cut in it. He guides her to the upholstered chair, the one I picked out, I might add, and leans her over the arm of it. She is on her toes and I’m not sure how she manages to balance herself, but there she remains. He stands behind her and caresses her ass, as she moans softly. I can see him dig his fingers into her sore flesh and hear her say “please.” I’m not sure what to make of all this, but the fear I felt minutes ago is being replaced by, I don’t know, excitement. She is clearly in pain, yet, she is begging for more. Michael steps back and places one hand on the small of her back, with the other he brings back the paddle and hits it hard against her ass. Kate groans, but remains still. Again he swings and hits, smack, smack, smack, over and over again. I rub my ass, imagining what those blows would feel like. I can hear Kate, sobbing and moaning, in pain, yes, but more, almost groaning from deep within. I realize that I am holding my breath, one arm at my chest, leaning against the wall, my other arm down along my thigh. Horrified, I also realize that I have my hand clamped between my legs. I can feel the heat of my pussy through my jeans, as it swells, pushing my clit against the seam.

I cannot remember being this aroused, not in a very long time. I am spellbound by the sights before me. I’m not sure if it is the fact that somehow, I have become a voyeur, or if it is what I am actually seeing, but I am suddenly so horny, so excited, so wet, so jealous, so, wanting it to be me. Michael walks away, and tells Kate to spread her legs. She remains as she is, over the arm of the chair and spreads her legs very wide. Her ass is deep shades of red and purple, her anus and pussy fully exposed. The flicker of lights from the fireplace glisten in the juice that has run down the inside of her thighs. I stare at her shaved pussy, swollen and dripping and wonder if I have ever been that wet, or what Kate’s would taste like. Oh God, what is happening to me?? I am now actively stroking myself, wondering what my best friend’s pussy would taste like!!

Michael returns and kneels behind Kate. Once again massaging and caressing her flesh with his hands, as his tongue and lips being to assault her. His hands run up and down her thighs, over her sore flesh, spreading the crack of her ass wider as he licks her anus. His tongue flits and flickers around her tight hole, teasing her, and me. I unzip my jeans and bury my fingers in my soaking pussy, masturbating while I watch my best friend get her ass eaten. Michael’s fingers slide up her thighs and spread her pussy lips, pulling them apart, revealing her swollen pink pussy. Two fingers, then three, then four disappear deep into her, as his tongue pushes into her anus. Oh, to be violated that way, to be taken deeply, explored, limits pushed. Michael suddenly stands, pulling out of her and slaps her pussy hard with his hand. She yelps loudly, then moans deeply. He slaps her pussy again, and again, her juice spraying, his hand soaked. He walks around to her face and presents his wet hand to her, which she licks clean. The look on her face one of pure joy. He asks “More?” And she quickly replies “Yes Master.”

He smiles and unzips his pants, his cock, I kid you not, leaps out, hard as a rock. Kate eagerly begins to lick the head of his cock, savoring the precum that is oozing from the top. She works it in her mouth gently, as it stretches her jaw wide, taking him in, inch by inch. He grabs her head and thrusts his cock in deeply, his balls slapping her chin and neck. He fucks her mouth hard, then just as abruptly, withdraws and returns to her spread cunt. Each hand slaps her ass hard as her spreads her wider and rams his cock deep in her pussy. Kate’s pussy is so wet, juice runs out of her and I can hear the most delicious wet sounds as he fucks her. Holding her hips he pounds into her repeatedly as her moans get louder and louder. My hand, still sliding into my pussy and stroking my clit move in time to their fucking rhythm. I want to be her getting fucked by him and I want to be him fucking her. I am so confused, but I know I don’t want to be me, alone, and masturbating in a hallway. His hand moves up her back, his cock slides out of her pussy and he grabs a fistful of her hair. As he pulls her body back hard by the hair, his cockhead forces deep into her anus as he pounds away at her, in her. As he fucks her ass he pulls her head back and says something into her ear, then leans down and bites the meat of her shoulder. She screams and I know she is coming. He whole body is jerking, she is screaming a deep guttural scream as his cock pounds her ass, her body is pulled so tight back to him and he has one fistful of hair the other full of her pussy which he reached around for and grabbed. Her feet are off the floor, thighs pushed against the chair, her body taken by him, his to take.

I explode, sweat pouring from my brow and breast, I am grateful for the walls’ support as my orgasm hits and I am lost. Lost in the sights I have seen and the longings I never knew that I had. When I recover, I’m not sure how much time has passed, I see Michael withdraw from her ass, cum running out of her. He turns her around and kisses her. A very long and passionate kiss, as he removes the handcuffs and she wraps her arms around him. I quickly leave, fearing they will find me. Thanking God I made it to the car safely, I head home, and the cell phone rings. I guess I took too long at “the store” and my family needs something. I take a deep breath as I answer, “Michael and I were wondering if you would like to join us next time” Kate asks. How am I supposed to answer that??