The Diaries of Syra Bond Page 10

  ‘I have brought someone to meet you,’ Juan Carlos announced, sounding slightly out of breath.

  ‘So I see,’ Galen replied serenely. ‘You remember my pet, Syra, I’m sure.’

  Juan Carlos looked a bit embarrassed. He nodded vaguely in my direction, the polite way he inclined his head expressing a weight of guilt along with an acknowledgement of our secret, which he obviously hoped was still safe.

  I nodded back at him and smiled, but my smile did not bless our complicity, it was an expression of pleasure as I was reminded of the delectable pain I had suffered for my faithless disobedience with him.

  ‘You do remember my pet, Syra, don’t you?’ Galen asked him again.

  ‘Si, si... yes, of course,’ he said, apparently flustered.

  ‘And who is your new acquaintance?’ Galen had not taken his eyes off the young blonde since she’d entered the box.

  She extended her arm without being introduced, and her pert breasts were outlined against her pale cream dress as Galen took her hand, seemingly captivated by her air of naive enthusiasm. She sat down next to him and I observed that her legs were beautifully shaped and firm with youth. She turned her face towards his. ‘Juan says you are on the lookout for students to take part in your experiments,’ she spoke with an American accent. ‘I’m Cleo, Cleo Gresham, and I’m really keen to take part in them, Mr Galen. I assume you pay?’

  He smiled at her, and then laughed, delighted. Her bluntness amused him and he revelled in the closeness of her nubile young body. ‘Yes I do, Cleo, if you perform well.’

  ‘Then look no further!’ she exclaimed. ‘Take me to your laboratory!’

  ‘Slow down, slow down,’ Galen urged her, still chuckling. ‘Juan Carlos will bring you to my house later. We can sort things out there.’

  We sat through several bullfights. I was not so keen on watching the bloody display as I had been yesterday when Espartaco was in the arena. I was more interested in Cleo and the way she was fawning over Galen. She rested her hand on his knee, pressing down on it as she feigned to concentrate on what he was saying, because her slightly vacant gaze told me she was not really listening. When there was a gap in the conversation she filled it with some inane comment, and I came to the catty conclusion that she was not very bright. Her energy was initially engaging, but as the sun began descending from its burning throne at the sky’s zenith, Galen seemed to begin tiring of her.

  The last match of the afternoon was disappointing. The bull would not fight and the matador circled the ring in apologetic frustration, looking lonely as he paraded his loss and depression before the unresponsive crowd. Then Galen announced he wanted to go look at some of the bulls.

  We walked around a network of corrals located below the stadium, and several young bulls thrashed restlessly against the sides of their pens as we approached.

  ‘They are like you, Cleo,’ Galen remarked, ‘very lively.’

  She pushed her hat off, and the string dangling from each side of the wide brim pressed against her throat as the weight of the straw fell between her shoulder blades. She jumped up on the side of a heavily built pen and reached out to the bull pacing around inside it. Her short dress hiked up as she bent forward, revealing a pair of tight white panties riding up into the cleft of her firm buttocks.

  ‘Why is this one blindfolded?’ she asked curiously, leaning over further and extending one shapely leg for balance.

  ‘So he cannot see your panties and go mad with lust,’ Galen replied, smiling.

  She ignored his compliment and leaned even further over the edge of the pen, exposing the tight bulge of her pudenda inside the taut material of her panties. ‘You really are a sweetie,’ she cooed, caressing the bull’s ears and tickling his nose while he stood perfectly still, as though astonished someone was daring to touch him so casually. ‘Such a little angel you are, and they won’t allow you to see anything,’ she murmured, stroking his muzzle. ‘There, there...’

  I was amazed by her complete lack of fear, or she was incredibly stupid and did not realise the danger she was in. She was treating this wild creature like a domesticated pet. I wanted to jump up beside her and show Galen I was as fearless as she was, but it seemed a ridiculous gesture, stupidly competitive, an act of rivalry unworthy of me, so I did nothing.

  We walked to the place where the bulls were released into the ring. A heavily built barrier of horizontal timbers barred the way, and when the bull entered the arena from the pens below it forced him sideways, disorienting him before he caught sight of his waiting foe. A heavily tooled black leather saddle sat on top of the wooden barrier, and Eve was leaning on one end of it talking to a young man wearing jeans and brown leather chaps tied over them with leather thongs. The worn and shiny chaps were cut off halfway up his thighs, and because they were pulled up and tied on the outside of his hips to his belt, they accentuated the already large bulge at his crotch.

  Galen walked over to the pet, and cupping her breasts, kissed her passionately on the mouth. She returned his kiss fervently, placing her hands firmly against the nape of his neck and pressing her body tightly against his as she raised herself up onto her toes. I could see she was thrusting her tongue deeply into his mouth, and wanted to snatch her away from him and take her place.

  Cleo rushed past me and walked straight up to the young man. She boldly stroked the shiny leather of his riding chaps with both hands, and they laughed like old lovers. I hated her in that moment, hated her easy intimacy and her fearlessness. It was what Galen had promised for me, and it was as if with every one of her precocious actions she was stealing away my own fate.

  Galen finally released Eve and she stepped back away from him, caressing her forehead as though dizzy and trying to focus.

  ‘My students have to pass an entrance test,’ Galen stated.

  ‘Then I will take it!’ Cleo cried and stood at attention, her back rigid and her chin thrust into the air.

  ‘Your test is simple,’ he told her.

  ‘Yes?’ she insisted, obviously eager to prove she could easily pass with flying colours.

  ‘To give me pleasure.’

  ‘Oh, that will be easy,’ she said, pressing the tip of her forefinger against her nose as she pretended to consider the problem.

  ‘But, of course, as with any test, you have competitors.’ Galen extended his hand, first towards Eve and then towards me.

  I felt annoyed at being used like this, as a prop, and I hated Cleo for invading the springtime of my new world with Galen. I wanted to call her names and grab her by the hair and toss her out of the arena. I wanted to incite the crowd to jeer at her and show Galen what a fool she was. But I suppressed my jealous rage. Surely he could not have abandoned me so quickly. It was impossible he had given up on me without testing me further. His experiment with me had only just begun and already I knew he was not the kind of man to give up so easily. He looked at me, and held my eyes as if I should be able to understand his thoughts, as if there was some secret communion between us, but I could only stare back at him morosely, my mind filled with the apathy of a forsaken and jealous lover.

  He instructed us to stand with our backs against the wooden barrier, and the three of us did as we were told. We stood in a row almost touching each other, with Cleo in the centre, watching as he gathered some red ribbons from a bunch hanging next to the bull pens, and handed them to the man with the leather riding chaps. Without being instructed, he walked up to Cleo and placed one of the ribbons over her eyes, wrapping it around her head and effectively blindfolding her. She did not speak, but I could see by the way she squeezed her thighs together that she was excited. He then attempted to blindfold Eve, but she pushed his hand away and looked at Galen as if unprepared to submit to anyone or anything without a direct order from him. He nodded, and she immediately closed her eyes as the ribbon was tied tightly around her head. />
  The young man then stood in front of me with ribbons dangling from his hand, and I wondered what I should do. Should I submit like Cleo, squeezing my knees together in excited anticipation, or should I surrender impassively like Eve as if nothing in the world could harm me? He held up the ribbon and I pushed it away.

  ‘Is your wickedness still in sight, Syra?’ Galen enquired sternly.

  ‘Yes,’ I replied, ‘it is.’

  ‘Then why do you resist? You have nothing to fear. I will be watching you, my pet.’

  I felt my insides melting, as if my soul had been snowbound and now, magically transported to a tropical shore, I was swiftly thawing out in the generous warmth of the sun. I felt myself basking in his words and the tenderness in his voice. He would be watching me. What more could I wish for? I tilted my head back slightly and parted my lips as I yielded to the red ribbon.

  I heard nothing to begin with; everything was silent. Then, after a few moments, I began to hear the buzz of insects coming and going as they hurried along seemingly erratic but actually purposeful routes. I turned my head to one side to follow their progress, but stiffened suddenly as I heard someone walking up in front of me. I lifted my head slightly and cocked it to one side, waiting for a clue as to whose footsteps they were. Then I heard Eve moan... or was it Cleo? I could not tell. The sound came again, a low purring noise but smoother, like a deeply satisfied sigh. I cocked my head again and concentrated... it was Eve moaning, I was sure of it.

  I imagined Galen watching me as the young man in the leather chaps stood in front of the pet. Yes, Galen would not be interested in her, he had told me he was going to be watching me, I was all that mattered to him. A surge of pleasure coursed through me at the thought. I was blindfolded, unable to know what he was planning for me, unable to see what was happening around me, but all the time he would be watching only me...

  I heard the moaning sound again. This time it broke off in the middle, and I imagined the young man stroking Eve’s pussy with the flat of his hand, making it wet, teasing her labia with his fingers, prising open the soft petals and exposing the darker inner flesh before suddenly finding her clitoris with his fingertips. But had he taken her panties off? I was not even sure she was wearing panties. If she was, perhaps he simply edged the gusset aside so he could touch her naked flesh...

  This time I heard a gasp as though she was restraining an orgasm, trying to hold it back, waiting until she was given permission to release it. She gasped again, a soft inhalation of breath, and then was silent, as though biting her lip to keep from crying out. I listened intently, and heard what sounded like skin brushing against something - something smooth and supple. Yes, she was pulling her legs up around the man’s shiny leather riding chaps, delighting in the feel of her flesh against them and allowing it to feed her passion. I heard a soft but distinct cry and the motion of her legs against the leather increased in pace. The caressing was more rapid, more urgent, more in need of satisfaction, and her next moan was less restrained, an open admission of passion breaking free inside her. I listened to the subtle whispers of their limbs intertwining. I seemed to be able to hear him driving his hips against hers, rubbing the leather against the insides of her thighs, massaging her, stroking her. I wondered if she was riding him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs around his hips. Was she impaling herself on him in a frenzy of lust, clawing at him, digging her nails into his neck?

  I could sense her feeling the heat from his body, tasting his lips as she rode his erection. Did I hear his trousers being undone? Did I hear him opening them and releasing his fleshy cock, holding the rigid offering in his hands, feeling its throbbing veins and pulsating centre? Was she wrapping her legs even more tightly around his hips now? I heard her panting, breathing hard, forcing herself down over him, forcing him deeper and deeper inside her. Then there was a moment of sudden stillness and silence, a second of inactivity just before I imagined them climaxing together explosively, his semen bubbling into her as her vaginal muscles clenched around him. And in that moment of expectation, that breathless pause before a deluge of delights, I heard another equally urgent and rhythmic gasping, the sound of someone reaching her own delectable fulfilment. The panting breaths were accompanied by a sense of movement, and I pictured Cleo masturbating as she listened to Eve being fucked, and Galen watching her. He was seeing her with her white panties pulled down around her knees, the red blindfold across her eyes, her dress pulled up above her firm breasts. He was watching her hand where it was working between her legs, teasing the flesh of her labia, playing with the soft folds and releasing the magical energy contained in the hard clitoris crowning them. In my mind’s eye I could see her as clearly as Galen could, a nubile young beauty lost in her own world of pleasure and energised by it, her senses reeling with whatever erotic images aroused her most as she played with herself, enjoying her body and holding back only as long as she wanted to, until she knew he had seen enough and could release her blinding orgasm.

  I did not know what to do. I did not know whether to sink to my knees and crawl towards him, to show how readily I could submit, to show I did not care what happened to me as long as he was there and watching me. I wanted to beg him to have me tied to the barrier and left there until the crowds returned. I wanted to plead with him to tie me against the saddle slung across the top of the barrier and make me wait until the first raging bull - froth spilling from its mouth as it shook its heavy head - charged from the pen and stopped in front of me, confused, not knowing which way to turn. My thoughts were trampled by a muddled turmoil of emotions, but I knew I had to show him, had to prove to him I was worth watching...

  I stepped forward, but hands gripped my wrists and lifted my arms. I was forced back against the heavy boarded barrier and my outstretched wrists were tied against it. I thought of struggling, perhaps that was what he wanted, to watch me fighting for my freedom, but before I could decide how to react I felt smooth leather pressing against the insides of my bare thighs as my skirt was eased up around my waist, and the unmistakable warmth of a throbbing cock pressed against the wet folds of my moist cunt.

  I cannot say what I felt most as the anonymous erection thrust up inside me. My ears were still filled with moaning sounds of struggle and delight, my mind was crammed with images of perspiring bodies shuddering in the throes of ecstasy, and my pussy was filled with a rigid, unyielding heat lifting me up around it as though I was being impaled on a freshly forged iron rod. I was so weak with lust I could only allow myself to be taken, my hands held fast above my head, my back forced against the rough planks of the barrier and my mind spinning with a dazzling kaleidoscope of sensual images. I felt as if I might not survive the exquisite tumult, as if there was nothing to hold on to except the cock inside me, and even though it hurt not knowing whom it belonged to, its thrusting energy was also my only hope. Its rigid length pinned me against the wall and held me fast, opening me up as it forced and pumped its way in and out of me, faster and harder. My pussy clung to it, tightening around its pulsing length, and when finally, moaning and gasping, I was overtaken by a convulsive climax, I screamed like an animal skewered on a spear.

  I do not recall being untied or taken down from the barrier like a victim from a cross. I do not remember the large cock slipping out of me and I do not remember the perspiring breathlessness of recovering from its excruciatingly pleasurable invasion. But I do remember the blindfold being torn off and the dazzling flood of light.

  To my delight, Cleo left with Juan Carlos and Eve said she wanted to stay at the bullring for a while, so I was alone with Galen as he walked with me back to the waiting cab.

  ‘I will drive,’ he said to the taxi driver, who did not look surprised by the curt statement. ‘You get in the back with the girl. I want you to fuck her. She does not have any panties on, so you will need to find something else to tie her wrists with.’ He slipped into the front and started the engine.
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  I lay across the back seat as the driver got in beside me. The taxi pulled away from the curb with a jolt, and then Galen rested his arm on the back of the seat as he told the young man what to do with me, how to fuck me, how to use me.

  I shivered with excitement, listening to him without really hearing his words, my head reeling as he issued detailed instructions - how tightly I was to be restricted and how roughly, and in what order I was to be undressed, how swiftly I was to be penetrated, and how fast and how hard he should thrust his cock into me in order to delay my orgasm. I wanted to hear more. I wanted to hear his description of how I should be made to lie, my exact position, whether I should be allowed to move, even slightly, and make any noise, or whether I should be perfectly still and silent. I wanted to hear him tell the driver where exactly he should come inside me. And if he was not to come inside me, I wanted my master to tell him where to ejaculate and whether he should rub it into my breasts, let it jet across my stomach or between my wet thighs, or whether I should take it all in my mouth and swallow every last drop. And, of course, I wanted to know he was going to watch it all. I wanted to know my master would be looking at me the whole time to ensure we both did everything right. Because if I did not do everything right, then I had to be punished...

  The driver put his hands on my thighs and spread my legs wide. My naked pussy was fully exposed to him, pink and moist and glistening at the centre. I could still hear Galen talking to him, but it was harder now to make out his words as the young man lifted my knees and knelt between my legs. I looked up at him, waiting for him to do Galen’s bidding.