The Night Five Women Took Control

That night Daniel fell asleep with his body burning. The hours leading up to it had been a tailor-made hell: they had tied him up, blindfolded him, fucked him, milked him, and subjected him to every whim of those five women he thought he could handle however he pleased. They had left marks on his wrists, his face red from slaps, his ass aching from all the flogging, and his pride in pieces. They had emptied his balls and filled his mouth so many times he no longer remembered the taste of anything other than pussy. But the worst had not happened yet.

What Daniel did not know was that Lorena, the leader of the group, had planned the final session with surgical precision. She had been preparing it for weeks, and the others were just as eager as she was.

***

It had all started three months earlier, when the five of them discovered that Daniel had been using them all at the same time. He had promised exclusivity to each of them, sworn to each one that she was the only one, shoved the same dick into each of them with the same lies. Lorena was the first to find out, and instead of crying or screaming, she smiled. She called the other four together and proposed something none of them had imagined: they were not going to let him get away with it that easily. They were going to show him what it meant to be at someone else’s mercy.

The trap was simple. Lorena invited him to her country house with the promise of a weekend alone. Daniel arrived with that arrogant smile all of them knew, the same one he used to seduce, to lie, to make them feel that without him they were nothing. He suspected nothing when Lorena poured him a glass of wine with a few drops of a sleeping potion in it. Half an hour later he was fast asleep on the sofa.

When he woke up, he was in the basement.

***

The metal table was cold against his bare back. Leather straps held his ankles spread wide, his wrists at his sides, and his neck against the upper edge. Another strap immobilized his hips. His legs were spread so far apart that everything was visible: his limp cock, his balls hanging, his asshole exposed to the light. The light was scarce, just the yellowish glow of a floor lamp in the corner. It smelled of dampness and something chemical he couldn’t identify.

—Welcome —said a voice he knew well.

Lorena appeared in his field of vision. She was wearing a white apron fitted over a black corset that pushed up her tits, elbow-length latex gloves, and her hair pulled into a severe bun. Behind her, four silhouettes moved in the shadows.

—What the fuck is this? —Daniel stammered, tugging at the straps to no avail.

—This is what happens when you fuck five women at the same time and think none of them will find out.

The other four came closer. Valentina, dark-haired and dark-eyed, the one he called “my kitty,” with a neckline revealing two perfect white tits. Camila, the tall redhead he had met in a bar, with her apron open in front and nothing underneath: her shaved pussy on display, her nipples hard and pink. Sonia, the coworker he used to sneak off with at lunchtime, already with one hand between her legs. And Andrea, the youngest, the one who still sent him messages he no longer answered, now wearing a new smile he had never seen before.

They were all wearing white aprons. They were all smiling.

—We’ve had our fun these last few days —Lorena continued, running her fingers along the edge of the table—. We’ve whipped you, humiliated you, made you beg. We’ve opened your ass with our fingers and made you suck pussy until you could barely breathe. But tonight is special.

—What are you going to do to me? —Daniel’s voice cracked for the first time.

—We’re going to take away what you value most.

***

Lorena positioned herself between Daniel’s spread legs and palped his crotch with the latex gloves. She grabbed his cock with her gloved hand, without mercy, like someone taking hold of a tool. She started jerking him off with slow, firm movements, looking him in the face so she wouldn’t miss the exact moment his body betrayed him. It took thirty seconds. Thirty seconds in which Daniel tried to think of anything else: the cold of the table, an unpaid bill, anything. Useless. His cock rose hard, throbbing, shamefully attentive to the hand that dominated it.

—Look at that —said Lorena, letting go abruptly so his cock bounced against his belly—. Even now he gets hard. He’s just an animal. He gets hard because he feels a hand. It doesn’t matter whose. It doesn’t matter if he hates it or wants it. He’s a hot dog, that’s all.

The others came closer to look. Valentina spat into her palm and ran her nails over his chest, leaving red lines from his collarbones down to his abdomen. She pinched one of his nipples until he cried out. Camila grabbed his jaw hard and forced him to look at her. With her other hand she opened her apron and brought her pussy up to his face, millimeters from his nose.

—Do you remember what you used to tell me on the phone? —Camila whispered—. That I was your queen, that you’d do anything for me, that my pussy was the best in the world. Well, now you’re going to prove it. You’re going to lick it until I say enough. And if you stop, you get the crop.

She rubbed her pussy against his mouth, against his nose, against his chin, smearing him with the slick that was already shining on her thighs. Then she let go of his jaw with a shove. Daniel was left with a wet face, his chin shining. He turned his head and saw Andrea preparing something on a side table: cotton ropes, metal clamps, a leather harness, black candles, a blindfold, two strap-on dildos, and a large bottle of lubricant. His heart raced.

—We’re going to proceed step by step —Lorena announced in a clinical tone—. Valentina, make sure he can’t move a single centimeter.

—Perfect —Valentina replied, checking every strap with a sharp tug. As an afterthought, she shoved two fingers into his ass without warning, all the way to the knuckles. Daniel arched his back and let out a hoarse moan—. And well-lubed. When my strap-on gets to him, he won’t have any excuse.

Lorena took the metal clamps from the tray and opened them in front of Daniel’s eyes. They were spring clamps, the kind used for controlled pain play. He recognized them because he had once used them on one of them, feeling powerful, believing control would always be on his side.

—Remember these? —Lorena asked—. You put them on me one night without asking. You clamped them to my nipples and laughed when I cried. You said I’d like it. You didn’t ask if I wanted to.

She placed the first clamp on his left nipple. Daniel clenched his teeth and let out a guttural whimper. Lorena put the second on the right and joined the two with a little chain that hung between the clamps, pulling just enough. The pain was sharp, constant, like two bites that never stopped.

—Now come closer —Lorena said to the group—. Watch him writhe. And look at the cock: hard as a rock. I give him pain and he gets even harder. This is going to be a long night.

***

Sonia was next. She had stayed quiet until then, watching with her arms crossed and an expression that shifted between excitement and pent-up rage. She approached the table and climbed on top of it, straddling Daniel’s chest with her apron open and her naked pussy resting right between the nipple clamps. She looked down at him.

—Three months —she said firmly—. For three months you kept lying to my face. You sent flowers to the office so my coworkers would envy me. You stuffed me at lunch and at night you stuffed someone else. And all the while you said the same thing to her, and to her, and to her.

She pointed to each of the women without taking her eyes off Daniel.

She took one of the black candles Andrea had lit minutes earlier and tilted it over Daniel’s abdomen. The wax fell in thick, hot drops. He involuntarily arched his back, a choked cry muffled by the leather gag Valentina had just fitted on him.

—That’s how I felt when I found out —Sonia said, dropping more wax in lines that drew a path from his chest to his groin, skirting the erect cock only to end up pouring a thick stream right over his balls—. Like I was burning from the inside.

Daniel roared against the gag. Sonia lowered her face and whispered in his ear while rubbing her wet pussy against his wax- and sweat-covered chest.

—Now it’s my turn to collect. Do you know how many times you made me finish by pretending, because you rushed me? How many times you came inside and rolled over to sleep without touching me? Today you’re going to learn how to make a woman come even if you have to use your tongue.

She climbed a little higher, until her knees were on either side of Daniel’s head, and Lorena yanked the gag off. Before he could speak, Sonia sat her pussy on his mouth, smothering him in hot flesh, gripping the edge of the metal table to press down.

—Stick out your tongue, motherfucker. Stick it out and use it. If you stop, more wax is coming.

Daniel obeyed. His tongue came out timidly at first, then more decisively, tracing the swollen folds, seeking the clit. Sonia panted and moved against his face, setting the rhythm with her hips. The wax hardened on the skin of his torso, forming a shiny, dark layer. Each new drop jerked the immobilized body of Daniel, but his mouth couldn’t stop.

—Faster —Sonia ordered, grabbing his hair—. Deeper. Take it all. That’s it. There. Don’t stop.

Lorena watched with her arms crossed and a slight smile. This is exactly what I planned, she thought. This wasn’t just about punishing him. It was about making him understand, in every inch of his skin and tongue, what it meant not to have control over what happened to you, what it meant to serve.

Sonia came with a long scream, her legs trembling around Daniel’s ears, her pussy clenching against his nose. When she stood up, she left his face drenched, shining with her slick. She put two fingers in his mouth before walking away.

—Suck them. Take the taste with you.

And Daniel sucked them, because he no longer had any choice.

***

Andrea stepped forward with the leather harness in her hands. She was young, barely twenty-three, and Daniel had treated her like a pet: affectionate when it suited him, indifferent the rest of the time. She had taken longer than the others to accept that it had all been a lie, but when she did, her pain turned into something cold and determined.

—I’m the one putting this on you —she said, holding the harness in front of him.

It was a chastity device, a surgical-steel cage designed to enclose his member and leave it completely useless. But before putting it on him, Andrea did something different. She leaned toward Daniel’s still-erect cock and took it in both hands.

—This is the last time you’re going to feel a mouth around it —she told him, almost tenderly.

She bent down and took him all the way in, in one motion, until the tip hit the back of her throat. She sucked him viciously, with no tender rhythm, only depth and speed. Daniel closed his eyes and bit his lips because he didn’t want to moan, didn’t want to give them that pleasure. But Andrea knew him. She knew how he got when he was about to come: the ragged breathing, the veins in his neck standing out. She waited until the very last second, until she felt him throbbing against her tongue. And then she pulled away.

—No —she said, as his cock twitched in the air, releasing only a drop of pre-cum that fell onto the wax-covered belly—. That was a goodbye. You don’t deserve to finish.

She fitted the cage with precision while the others watched. Daniel tried to squirm, but Valentina drove her nails into his thigh as a warning.

—Still —Valentina ordered—. You don’t get to decide anything anymore. Not when you get hard, not when you come, not who with.

The harness clasp produced a metallic click that echoed through the basement. Andrea held up the small silver key and hung it around her neck like a pendant.

—This is mine now —she said, looking him in the eyes—. Your cock is mine. And I’ll decide whether it ever comes out again or rots inside.

Daniel tried to speak, but the gag —which they had put back on him— only let out muffled sounds. His eyes, red and wet, darted from one woman to another in search of some trace of compassion. He found none.

***

Camila took the crop hanging from a hook in the wall. She made it whistle through the air twice before approaching him. She ripped the nipple clamps off with a clean tug. Daniel screamed against the gag, an animal sound that vibrated off the basement walls. Blood surged to his nipples at once, leaving them purple, swollen, hypersensitive.

—That was for every time you left me waiting —Camila said.

The first stroke landed on the inner thigh. The second on the other thigh. The third, softer, on the wax-hardened belly, which cracked and flaked away in pieces. The fourth, measured, on the hanging balls. Daniel jerked hard against the restraints and a broken moan escaped through his nose. Each strike was precise, never enough to cause real injury, but enough to mark, to remind, to make his skin burn for days.

—How many do you want? —Camila asked the group.

—One for every lie —Lorena replied—. But we don’t have all night.

Laughter filled the basement. It was an odd laugh, loaded with adrenaline, with vengeance fulfilled, with something dark and liberating none of them had felt before.

Camila dropped the crop, took off her apron, and climbed onto the table, just as Sonia had done, but this time the other way around: she straddled Daniel’s face facing his feet, giving him her back. She lowered her pussy to his mouth after Lorena took the gag off and leaned forward, resting her tits on the chastity cage. She started rubbing her pussy against Daniel’s face while running her tongue over the steel of the cage, licking the metal, tormenting what could no longer respond.

—Lick me —she ordered—. Lick everything you touched with your lies. You’re going to make me come while I laugh at your locked-up cock.

Daniel closed his eyes and started licking. Camila came within minutes, writhing over his face, grinding herself until his jaw ached. When she stood up, she left a mark of slick and saliva dripping down to his ears.

***

What followed was a methodical ritual. They took turns for hours, unhurried, with the calm of people who know they have the whole night ahead of them and an entire body at their disposal. Lorena directed, indicated pauses, controlled the timing. Valentina handled the ropes, tying and untying, changing positions so no muscle went completely numb. Sonia worked with wax and ice, alternating heat and cold over the hypersensitized skin. Andrea controlled the chastity harness, opening it briefly to bring him right to the edge and then snapping it shut again, leaving him in a state of frustration that made his whole body tremble. Camila administered the blows with almost artistic precision.

At some point Valentina untied him from the table only to strap him to a gym bench, face down, ass raised and face pressed to the leather. She put on the harness with the thickest dildo —the black one, the one he had once promised her he could never take— lubed it patiently and shoved it into him in one single thrust. Daniel roared against the gag. Valentina grabbed him by the hair and spoke in his ear while she drove the plastic all the way to the balls of the harness.

—Remember when you told me you would never let anything go in your ass? That it was gay shit? Look at you now. All my cock, my kitty —she laughed into his ear—. My kitty isn’t me anymore. The kitty is you now.

She fucked him for a long ten minutes, first slow and deep, then brutal, slamming her hips against his reddened ass. With every thrust Daniel let out a new groan, half pain, half pleasure, a mixture he didn’t understand and his body answered without permission. The steel cage bounced against his belly with each shove, reminding him his cock was not coming out of there. When Valentina got tired, she pulled the dildo out with a wet sound, wiped it on Daniel’s cheek, and handed it to Andrea.

—Your turn, babe. Don’t give him any respite.

Andrea didn’t penetrate him with a dildo. Andrea climbed onto the bench and sat on Daniel’s face with all her weight, without the others’ delicacy. She blocked his nose with her clit and his mouth with her pussy, and stayed there, moving only slightly, suffocating him.

—Eat me —she said softly—. Eat me like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

Daniel licked desperately because he needed to breathe, and every time he brushed his tongue exactly where she wanted, Andrea allowed him a second of air. She trained him like that for fifteen minutes, until he came twice over her face, without ever being able to touch himself, locked in steel.

Then it was Camila again. Camila had herself licked while Sonia gave Daniel a prostate massage with two gloved fingers coated in lubricant, a precise, constant caress that brought tears to his eyes because his cock, trapped in the cage, couldn’t swell to release. The frustration was physical, animal. Saliva dripped from the corners of the gag. The cage leaked a steady thread of pre-cum that mixed with the lubricant on his thighs. Camila came for the third time and they still didn’t let him rest.

Lorena saved the end for herself. When it was her turn, she opened the cage with the little key Andrea had lent her for a few minutes and let the cock out. Daniel gasped in pure relief at the feel of air on his skin. But the relief lasted only a moment. Lorena slipped a tight ring around the base, coated her hands in a minty lubricant that burned, and began stroking him with both hands at once, one up top and one below, twisting, turning, without stopping.

—Let’s see how many times I can drag you to the edge without letting you fall —she told him—. Three women came on your face tonight. You’re not going to come even once.

She worked him like that for almost an hour. When Daniel got close to climax, panting like a dog, Lorena let go completely and slapped his balls. When he calmed down a little, she started again. One. Two. Five. Twelve times. Daniel lost count. He cried without being able to stop himself, begged with a broken voice every time they took the gag off, promised anything.

—Please, please, let me come, anything you want, anything, I’ll do anything, please, please...

—No —said Lorena, emotionless—. You don’t decide. You haven’t decided anything for three months.

Daniel went through every stage: rage, bargaining, pleading, crying. And finally, something none of them expected: surrender. At some point in the early hours of the morning, after the twentieth time they left him on the edge, his body stopped resisting. The muscles relaxed, his breathing became deep and regular, and his eyes stopped searching for escape. The cock, still hard but no longer frantic, throbbed against the belly coated in wax, his own semen and someone else’s slick. He looked at Lorena with an empty, surrendered expression, like an animal accepting its place in the chain.

Lorena noticed before the others.

—He broke —she said softly.

The five of them stopped and looked at him. There was something disturbing and magnetic about seeing him like that: the man who had manipulated them all, the one who always had a clever answer, the one who believed the world revolved around his charm, now completely emptied of will, filled with one woman’s wax, three women’s slick, another woman’s fingers still slipping through the open hole.

—What do we do now? —Andrea asked.

***

Lorena came over and removed the gag —they had put it back on while he was begging—. Daniel worked his jaw painfully but said nothing. She took his chin and forced him to look at her.

—Did you understand? —she asked.

He nodded slowly.

—Say it.

—I understood —his voice was a rough thread, unrecognizable.

—What did you understand?

—That I’m nothing. That my cock isn’t mine. That my mouth isn’t mine. That my ass isn’t mine.

Lorena smiled for the first time in hours. She ran two fingers gently along his cheek, almost like a caress.

—Good.

She looked at him for a long moment. Then she turned to the others.

—We’ll leave it here tonight. But first we put the cage back on. Andrea, give me the key.

Andrea handed over the little key. Lorena removed the ring from the base, locked the still-hard, throbbing cock inside the cold steel, turned the key, and gave it back to Andrea. The cock protested inside the cage, swollen and trapped, with nothing ahead of it.

—Tomorrow we decide what comes next.

They put the blindfold on him, covered him with a sheet, and switched off the lamp. The five of them went upstairs in silence. In the kitchen, Lorena opened a bottle of wine and poured five glasses.

—Cheers —she said, raising hers—. To us.

—To us —the others repeated.

They drank in silence. Outside, dawn was beginning to break. Valentina was the first to speak.

—Do you think he really learned?

Lorena shrugged.

—It doesn’t matter whether he learned. What matters is what we learned.

Camila set her glass on the counter and looked out the window. The sunrise was tinting the countryside a faint orange, and the birds had begun singing as if nothing had happened in that basement.

—I’ve never felt like this before —she confessed softly.

—Like what? —Sonia asked.

—In control. Really in control. I came three times on a man’s face and he couldn’t even touch himself. Not pretending I have it, not waiting for someone to give it to me. Having it.

Andrea spun the little silver key between her fingers and smiled.

—I’m keeping the key —she said—. Just in case.

Laughter filled the kitchen. It was a different laugh from the one in the basement: lighter, freer, as if something they had been carrying for months had suddenly been let go.

***

Down below, in the darkness, Daniel breathed against the blindfold. His body hurt in places he hadn’t even known could hurt: his jaw from sucking, his ass from being fucked, his nipples from the clamps, his balls from the flogging, his thighs from the crop. The steel cage reminded him with every pulse that he was no longer the master of himself, and inside it his cock was still swollen, begging for a release no one was going to give him. And the most unsettling thing of all, the one thing he would never dare admit even to himself, was that somewhere in that endless night, when he stopped fighting and surrendered to the pain, to the humiliation, and to the stolen pleasure he could not spend, he had felt something he had never experienced with any of them.

Something like peace.

He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. He didn’t know whether they would let him go, whether they would continue, whether all of this had a planned ending or whether they were simply improvising as they went. The only thing he knew for certain was that the man who had walked into that country house three days earlier no longer existed.

And that, as hard as it was to admit, did not scare him.