The Albany Inquisition
Clang, clang….” Mary heard the deep chimes coming from the grandfather clock in the grand
hall of the house. She counted one-two-three-four-five-six-seven and thought to herself, its
been two hours since we’ve been here. Straining, she could hear the sounds of Ron’s
breathing but a blindfold prevented her from seeing anything and the gag in her mouth meant
that her normally strong voice was reduced to a whimper. Suddenly, she heard a door open
and a gentle breeze drifted across her naked body, skimming over the restraints that pinned
her, spread-eagled and vulnerable, to a bed. Mary felt her nipples harden as she wondered
what would come next.
She heard the footsteps of two people walking into the room. Then a female voice, that of her
hostess. “So, let’s see if they’ve had time to think shall we?” “Indeed”, replied a man’s voice.
The host thought Mary. The footsteps grew louder as the couple approached her. Her body
tensed in anticipation. Suddenly, a hand touched her head and the blindfold was removed.
She could see them in the dimly lit room, their host and hostess--he in a suit, she in a cocktail
dress. Oh yes, Mary recalled, it was supposed to be a nice civilised party. How very differently
things were turning out. Confess? To what?!
She turned her head and there was Ron, naked, gagged, blindfolded and tied to a second
bed. Mary wondered how they had gotten themselves into this situation. They had been, or so
they thought, invited to a swinger’s party. It was billed as “The Last Bash”. They had been
looking forward to it for weeks. But what on earth was going on??
A voice snapped her out of her reverie. “So, will you confess now?” The host removed Mary’s
gag and she whispered in a hoarse voice “Confess to what?” As she watched, the hostess
strode over to Ron’s bed, removed his blindfold and gag and asked him the same question.
He didn’t reply. Mary wondered what on earth they were supposed to confess to. Ron turned
his head to her. Their eyes met.
At that moment the host began to stroke Mary’s breasts and her nipples quickly grew firm
under his touch. He kissed her deeply and continued to pull at her nipples which grew harder
and increasingly aroused. Mary could see Ron looking on, a look of raw lust on his face.
Swiftly the host pulled a set of nipple clamps off the table next to the bed and attached them to
Mary’s nipples. She gasped but she loved the sensation. She felt herself grow wet and
moaned with pleasure. The nipple clamps had an attached clit clamp which, after expertly
stroking Mary’s clit until the brink of orgasm, the host attached to her swollen clitoris.
As Mary writhed and moaned, she turned her head and saw the hostess approach the bed to
which Ron, equally helpless, was tied. She ran her hand from the bottom of his feet, up his
leg, across his stomach and chest and then back to his penis. As she began to stroke it with
one hand she snapped her fingers with another and three women, also wearing cocktail
dresses and high heels strode into the room.
They joined the hostess and stood around the bed, looking at Ron. The hostess snapped her
fingers again and each woman began touching and teasing different parts of him. He was
kissed, stroked, sucked and his cock was erect in what seemed like seconds. Each of them
took turns sucking and stroking his cock but pulled back just as Ron was about to come.
Soon, his cock was swollen and straining against its skin such that every vein and sinew was
visible through the skin. He was moaning and purring and begging to be fucked.
Meanwhile, Ron watched Mary at the mercy of their host who, at that moment, brought his
mouth to within a hair’s breath of her nipples, then moved down to blow on her swollen clit.
Mary was whimpering and pulling at her restraints, aching to come. Ron knew all the signs.
Nobody knew Mary like Ron. Over and over, the host stroked her clitoris bringing Mary to the
brink but never more. Ron lost count of how many times the host teased her. And then, the
women were back, teasing him again until he was desperate to come.
Mary was spent. She could barely keep her eyes open but more than anything she wanted to
come. Looking at Ron she knew he felt the same way. Why were they being tortured like this?
A switch clicked. In an instant bright light flooded the room. Mary looked at the host and
hostess who stood looking at both of them, poker-faced, arms crossed. The hostess said “We
will give you both one last chance. Just tell us what we want to know –do you know George?”
