Another Version of Eve (Part 1)

by Aletessa -- http://deviantart.com/aletessa

The bar had closed early tonight, public custom giving way to a private party; Eve's role had changed little though:  the bartender still needed to serve the drinks no matter who to or why.  It was going to change pretty soon though; Mark had had that look in his eyes all evening.  Eve did her best to swallow both excitement and resentment as she waited.

Then it happened.

"Time for the party favours!" Mark called.  "Come on out here, babe."

Eve sighed at his tone; but the eager looks on the guys' faces made her tingle... she wasn't sure if that excited or shamed her, but the shame excited her anyway.

Eve took it slow going out from behind the bar; it was their first good look at her miniskirt she was wearing, and the length of her legs it left visible was the perfect distraction.

She made her way to the clear space of the floor, and the crowd moved quickly to surround her.  She felt her muscles tense and breath speed up.  If they all jumped her at once, she'd have no chance, but they never did; that wasn't what this part was about.

Mark pointed at one.  "You want her first?" he asked.

Eve didn't recognise the recipient of the offer; maybe he was a new friend, or maybe Mark's friends just blurred into each other now.  In any case, the guy nodded and stepped forward.  He reached for her ponytail, with one hand, putting the other on her shoulder to shove her to her knees.

Eve waited till he was almost there.  Then she twisted, whipping her hair out of the way of his grip, and freeing her shoulder at the same moment; in his momentary surprise, she slapped his arm away, chopped a kick into the side of his leg.  Then a sweep and he was the one on his knees; her knee to his jaw and he was on his back.

The rest of the assembled men laughed.  None of them could take her, at least not alone, and Mark never got tired of showing them that; Eve didn't either, if she was honest.  And his friends didn't either; their moment of humiliation made hers all the sweeter for them, and that was always the next part.  Mark liked to show off his girlfriend's strength before making her helpless.

Eve sensed Mark behind her.  "Let's the odds a little more even," he said.  He pulled her arms behind her, buckling a pair of leather cuffs around her wrists; he followed up with another pair around her elbows before guiding her down to her knees.  He crouched down and a third pair of cuffs went onto her ankles, then a metal pair linking ankle chain to wrist.

No fighting any of them now.

The men had gotten their cocks out, some shucking their trousers off, others just opening their flies.  Mark gripped Eve by her elbow and hair, turning her to face the nearest.

She pursed her lips and the man slid his length into her; his hand joined Mark's on her hair, and he began to jerk her head back and forth as he thrust, making the most of his chance to fuck her mouth.  She kept up with him, sucking, licking, swirling; it took her almost no time at all to bring him to his climax.  As he shuddered, he pulled out quickly, leaving a trail of cum from Eve's tongue to her chin; she swallowed what she could before Mark forcibly turned her to face the next guy.

"Show that slut her place," one of the crowd called out as the second man stepped forward.

"Yeah, let's hear you sing that tune when it's your cock between my teeth," Eve retorted.

The rest of the men laughed, seemingly at them both, but anything else Eve could have said was quickly gagged by the new cock.

The routine was easy to settle into.  Each man took his turn, eager to dominate her mouth and mark her with his cum; and none of them lasted long in the face of Eve's skill with her lips and tongue.  She was chained on her knees, helpless to rise or fight them, casually dragged and shoved around by Mark... but after a few minutes all that was going through her head was that those cocks they were all so proud of answered to her now.

No wonder they called her a slut.

Some of them pulled out before they came; by the time she'd had them all, her face was spattered with their cum and she could feel her own moisture between her thighs.

The party was over soon after; one by one the guys all left, thanking Mark for their turn with his slut.  Eve couldn't help a small tingle inside at the casual degradation, or the smirk as she reflected that indeed none of them had sung that song while their cocks were between her teeth; but as she and Mark were left along, the resentment she'd felt initially began to reassert itself.  "You could have warned me you were going to pull that," she said as he unbound her.

"Why?" he asked.  "You knew anyway.  And you loved it."

"That's not the point."

"Only because it's true.  If I put my hand on your pussy right now, it'd be soaked, am I right?"

He was right, and they both knew it.  But it wasn't the point, and Eve suspected he knew that too.  "I'd just like a warning sometimes," she said.  "What if I'm not up for it?"

"When's that ever happened?" Mark replied.  Never was the answer neither of them had to say.  "If you love it, you love it, and you'll be up for it.  And we both know you love it."

Eve sighed and went to the bar for a cloth to wipe her face.

"Let's not fight, tough girl," Mark pressed, following her.

As she reached the bar, he pounced, shoving her forward and bending her over the surface; he pinned her with one hand, the other fumbling at her skirt.

One hand wasn't enough to pin her; she kicked back with one leg, following up with a twist and a jab with her elbow, sending him staggering backwards.  She caught up with him just has he regained his balance, pushing him back into a table; but before she could push him down onto it, he grabbed her wrists and twisted his hips, trying to flip them round.  She broke the hold, but badly, and their scrambled momentum sent them both tumbling to the floor.

Eve recovered faster, scrabbling on top of Mark; she unzipped his fly, reaching in to extract his cock.  He used the distraction, grabbing and bucking, rolling them until he was on top.  Eve's legs were twisted underneath him, all her leverage shot; as she tried to straighten them, he too the chance to bring her arms above her, pinning them to the floor.

But Eve wasn't done yet; hooking one of her legs over his, she lifted hard with her knee, tipping him over.  The shift loosened his grip on her wrists and she pulled her hands free.  He tried to get back in top of her, but she scooted to the side, leaving just one  outstretched leg to knock him further off balance.  As he hit the floor again, she rolled him onto his back and straddled him.

Eve let out a "Yes" of victory as she impaled herself on his cock.  Mark acceded to the outcome, and began to flex himself, thrusting up and into her as she plunged down onto him.

They matched their movements quickly.  He'd been right of course; her pussy was soaked, her lips and walls thick and bloody and throbbing, and it was her turn to be brought quickly to the edge.

Then he said, "Not yet."

Somewhere before or during the struggle he'd gotten hold of one of the discarded pairs of cuffs; filled with him, with her nascent orgasm brushing at every nerve ending, Eve didn't resist as he took her arms and put them behind her, securing her wrists again.

"Now," he said, thrusting again; Eve matched him plunge for push, and let out a long squeal when the flood finally came.  She bathed her body in the glow for a few seconds, then picked up her pace, eager to make Mark join her.

"Wait," he said, "get off."

Eve stopped.  "What's wrong?"

"I know your pussy's mine; but you've been sharing your mouth out like a trailer-park whore.  Finish me off with your mouth so I know that's mine too."

Eve eased herself off of his still-erect length, and shuffled to the side, her cuffed hands making the movement awakward.  She started to stand, but then saw Mark was doing the same; he slid himself onto a barstool, leaving her once more bound on her knees in front of a man who loomed above her.  She didn't give him the chance to tell her to, but leaned forward, planting her mouth over his cock; she tasted both their mixed fluids as she licked along his shaft.

"That's right, tough girl," he said as she closed her lips around his tip.

He did like to control his helpless tough girl.

Once Mark was done, he uncuffed Eve again and they busied themselves cleaning up from the party.  A few times, Eve tried to find the words to rekindle the argument.  But everything Mark said was true.  She was always up for the times he offered her out... the degrading talk and handling did get her going... she did like it when he tied her up... every objection she could think up seemed stupid and petty next to all that.  What more did she want?

The monotony and physicality of tidying calmed her mind down, and by the time they'd finished, affection had reasserted itself.  The last task was carting two bags of rubbish out for the bins.  "Do you want me to do that?" Mark asked.

"No, I've got it," Eve replied.

"Thankyou for tonight.  For everyrhing."

"Always."

"See you upstairs."

Eve nudged the back door open with her elbow, then pushed it the rest of the way with her foot.  As she stepped into the alley, she heard a cluster of sounds from nearby.  Movement, rustling, a voice?

"Hey," she called into the darkness.  "Anyone there?"