The Maze

Simone was a tease. All women are teases up to a certain point, but Simone tended to overdo it. She would lead men on, then turn cold at the last moment, all promises forgotten or ignored.

If she'd been nicer about it, people probably wouldn't have tended to get so upset with her but, to put it plainly, she was a malicious bitch. She enjoyed flaunting her body, but even more, she enjoyed the sense of power she felt when she finally slapped a suitor down.

Some teases would let their captives down gently, just easing off and letting them go. Simone would lead them down the garden path and along the edge of a precipice. Then she'd push them over and walk away laughing.

As with everything, karma is a bitch. She'd gone and hurt the wrong man this time, and he wanted revenge. He didn't need to actually trap her and have sex with her personally. He would be just as happy as long as someone would trap her and have sex with her, whether she liked it or not. Preferably not.

Chatting about Simone and how she deserved her comeuppance, Mike found that there were a number of like-minded individuals who had the same itch to get a bit of their own back. A small group formed, all the members desirous of teaching Simone a lesson in manners.

They weren't totally down on the young woman. The idea of a gang bang had been idly floated and shot down immediately by all members as too extreme. The general consensus was that they would all be satisfied if just one of the members of the group managed to remove Simone's panties, by fair means or foul, and introduced her to some serious fucking.

The stickers in the deal were which member would do the deed and how to avoid any possibility of a rape charge. None of them wanted to serve time just because Simone needed a lesson.

Eventually a suggestion was floated. It wasn't one of the actual group who came up with the idea, but an extraneous hanger-on, who had been watching the developing plot with amusement.

Rocky was his name. He'd never been a victim of Simone's, and was unlikely to ever be one. He was gay, flamboyantly so, and everyone knew it.

"My uncle is setting up a new amusement complex. It'll have mazes and picnic areas, a kiosk, walks and swimming, general outdoor entertainment. You know the sort of thing. It won't be open to the public for several months now, but large parts of it are complete.

This includes a large hedge maze. It's quite complex, and the idea is you have to find the centre and then find the exit on the other side of the maze. I can get us in there on a weekend to try out the maze. I can also persuade Simone to come and look the place over. She'll think it a feather in her cap if she can attach me."

There was general laughter at this point, everyone knowing Simone's chances with Rocky.

"Now, as I am not interested in entertaining Simone, I propose to take her into the centre of the maze and leave her there. I'll make sure she stays put.

Anyone who wants a fair chance at her can fork out a twenty five dollar donation. All the participants enter the maze at the same time and whoever is the first to reach the centre and Simone gets to have their wicked way with her, whether she wants to or not. The others miss out on having any fun with her this time, but may find her more amenable in future to having some fun.

As compensation for Simone, we present her with the donation cash. If she tries to complain afterwards, we can just say she agreed and point out that we paid her for her services."

There was silence while the group contemplated the idea.

"That's actually rather nasty," observed one member, "but I like it."

Amid some snide comments and sniggering, the idea was accepted, and soon Rocky was holding a hundred and fifty in compensation money. Now it was up to Rocky to deliver their target to the bullseye and keep her there for the running of the bulls.

Rocky had been spot on in his assessment of Simone. She readily accepted his invitation to look over the new adventure park before it officially opened. On the Saturday afternoon he drove her to the park, lightly flirting with her the entire way.

Arriving at the park, Rocky took some time to show her around, and then offered to show her the fast way into the maze.

"Just think, you'll be one of the first people to ever run the maze properly," he said, smiling.

The maze was large and complex, but Rocky had studied the plans for it and knew how to move around in it. In a very short time Simone found herself in the centre, observing a pleasant little garden with bench and goldfish pond.

"Sit for a moment," Rocky said easing her towards the bench.

As soon as Simone was seated he reached for and took her hand.

"Now I want you to stay here for a short while," he told her, "and to encourage you to do so..."

His voice trailed off and to Simone's surprise Rocky picked up a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs that were attached to the bench and closed them over her wrist.

"The key to the cuffs is sitting on that rock in the middle of the pond," said Rocky pointing. "You're the prize in a little competition some of the boys are running. Whoever gets here first will undo the cuffs and escort you out."

Simone tugged at the cuffs, puzzled, feeling the hard steel beneath the pretty pink fuzz.

"What do you mean I'm the prize," she demanded. "What's going on? Unlock these, please."

"Don't get upset," Rocky soothed her. "It's just a little competition the boys have set up. Whoever gets to the centre first and gets the key is the winner. They'll then unlock the cuffs, screw your arse off and bring you out of the maze as their trophy, while everyone else misses out."

"They're going to what?" shrieked Simone. "Wait. Come back. You have to take these off."

"Have patience," came floating back to her. "By the way, you might want to take off your panties now so you're ready when your white knight appears."

Simone sat on the bench, nervously watching the entrance to the little garden. In the distance she heard a whistle blow and boisterous laughter came floating through the air. Apparently the contest had started.

Sitting, waiting to see who would arrive, Simone tried to settle her nerves. Whoever it was wouldn't really try to have sex with her. Not with other people around. Rocky had just said that to scare her, and she had to admit he had.

Simone couldn't help wondering what it would be like if whoever came did try to have sex with her. She was confident of her ability to sweet talk her way out of any problems, but what if?

While she sat, she could hear voices calling to each other in the maze. Once she heard voices just the other side of the hedge nearest her and waited for someone to come through the entrance, but then the voices faded away. Should she call out to let them know she was here? Better not.

Watching the entrance, she saw his shadow first, and then someone was strolling through and into the centre glade. Simone's heart sank. Michael. And the last time she'd seen him he'd been pretty mad at her. At least he was smiling now.

Michael reached into his pocket and, taking out a whistle, blew three quick blasts. In reply, Simone heard some laughter and some swearing from elsewhere in the maze.

"That's just the signal that someone had reached the centre and that the others can now find their way out again. That means we won't be disturbed while I collect my prize."

"The key to these is on that rock," said Simone, lifting her handcuffed arm and also pointing to the rock in the pond. "Will you please undo these and let me get out of here?"

"All in good time," Michael told her. "I kind of like the idea of you being handcuffed and unable to run away while I collect."

Simone swallowed. He wouldn't. Surely he wouldn't.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she snapped. "Just uncuff me, please."

"I'm talking about you being my prize and what I'm going to do to you," Michael replied, still smiling, but Simone found that smile rather unsettling now.

A large hand reached over and squeezed Simone's breast, causing her to gasp.

"Don't do that," she snapped. "If you try anything I'll report it, I swear I will."

"Maybe, maybe not," murmured Mike. Stepping back from her he undid his belt and dropped his trousers, underpants following quickly.

Simone stared at his erection, blushed and turned her head away.

"Don't be crude," she snapped. "I'm not touching that so forget it. Put your trousers on."

"You still don't seem to get it, do you?" Mike commented. "You don't have any say in what's about to happen, unless it's to yell oh, please, do it harder. Do you want to take your panties off or would you like me to do it?"

It was becoming increasingly plain to Simone that Mike was serious and that she was about to lose both panties and virginity. Her eyes drifted down to his erection and she swallowed. She'd never really considered how big those things got and he was going to put in in her?

"If you touch me, I'll scream," she warned.

"If you scream, the others will all hear you and know you're getting screwed," said Mike. "Some will probably cheer, but some may come and watch to see how you handle it. Do you really want witnesses to me taking you?"

Michael advanced to stand just in front of Simone, his erection waving happily. Reaching for her arm he lifted her, turning her at the same time. The short chain ensured that Simone stayed half over, and then she found herself bent over the bench, both hands resting on it.

Simone stayed there, trembling nervously, swallowing a squeak when her skirt was pushed up away from her bottom. She did squeak when she felt rough hands pulling her panties down, and again when one of those hands closed around her mound and squeezed.

"Come on, Mike," she pleaded. "I know you're not really going to do this. You're just teasing me."

Simone squeaked again at that point, feeling her lips being parted and a rough finger sliding between them, probing her insides.

"My, my," said Mike's hateful voice. "You feel hot and wet. You must have been anticipating someone doing this."

As she had been wondering if this would happen ever since Rocky had left her, Simone said nothing, just squirming slightly as that finger kept poking around in her private places.

Simone gasped as Michael kept poking her, and gave another when she felt him spreading her lips wide. What did he think he was trying to do?

She abruptly found out as she felt Mike's cock press between her stretched lips and push in deeper. Her lips closed on him, holding him in her when Mike released them. Simone was now acutely conscious of Mike's presence within her, and then he was sinking further.

Biting her lip, Simone resolved not to make a sound or do anything that Mike might take as encouragement. She choked back a squeal when she felt her hymen rip, wincing, but saying nothing, although she couldn't prevent a gasp as she felt him surge triumphantly in.

Michael could feel Simone trembling beneath him as he pressed home. He'd felt her hymen tear and had noticed the wince, and he was determined to make her body respond to him, no matter what her wishes were. He started moving, slowly and easily, deciding to take her gradually so she never even noticed when she became an active participant.

Simone's total attention was on the cock possessing her. After that initial thrust, Mike had withdrawn and then returned slowly, causing unsettling reactions within her. She tried to stay still, but soon found herself twisting uneasily whenever he drove into her.

Odd sensations bombarded Simone, starting low inside her where that damn cock was touching her everywhere at once, and spreading out in little ripples. She found herself lifting her bottom slightly while Mike drove in, making it easier for herself to accommodate him.

Mike felt those first gentle upthrusts of Simone's hips as she tried to adjust to his slow ravishment. He smiled grimly, making his strokes longer and quicker, encouraging her to meet him that little bit faster.

Simone wasn't sure exactly how it happened. One moment she was suffering from a giant foreign object doing rude things to her body, the next she seemed to be bobbing up and down as though it was the most natural thing in the world, riding the cock that was trying to dominate her, keeping it under control while her excitement slowly built.

Simone was squealing now as Mike hammered into her, desperately thrusting herself against him, making sure that she took all of him into her with each lunge. Her excitement had her by the throat and was running away with her.

Mike thrust faster, harder, building towards his climax. Simone was responding like a true courtesan, maximising his pleasure while her own grew. Then he was coming within her, spraying her chamber with hot fluids, while Simone shrieked with surprise as she was swept away.

Unlocking the handcuffs, Michael led a sulking Simone out of the maze. The rest of the company had already departed, bar Rocky, who was waiting to drive Simone home.

Giving Simone a cheery wave, Michael left, while Rocky handed Simone into his car.

Before they left, Rocky took out his wallet and took out the entrance fees.

"The boys all paid a fee to participate in the hunt," Rocky told her. "The money was to go to you, so here it is." Simone took it woodenly, not saying a thing.

"There's two other little matters that need to be settled. First, if you go to the police and complain, everyone is prepared to swear that you agreed to the maze hunt voluntarily, knowing what would happen. Understand?"

Simone roused at that and glared at him. The fact that they were all prepared to say that she had been a voluntary participant, combined with the fact that only Michael had taken her would give weight to their testimony. She was beaten, and she knew it.

"I understand," she said icily. "What is the other point."

"The park doesn't open to the public for another couple of months and I have access to it on the weekends. Including tomorrow. I've already got players ready to run the maze tomorrow. Are you game to be the prize again? The new groups will be paying fifty dollars per player. I'll just be taking a twenty percent cut. Are you in?"