Deborah clutched hold of Pavin’s arm. ‘Don’t leave me,’ she whispered.
‘I’m needed on set, Debbie. Brian will take care of you!’
She watched desolately as he strode away from her into the middle of the flagstone floor. Brian and Elizabeth came to stand by her, and she felt Elizabeth’s hand rest on her arm in a soft, sympathetic gesture.
‘It’s just a game,’ she whispered. ‘Don’t worry about it. It’s you Pavin’s really keen on.’
‘Elizabeth!’ said Brian warningly, and at once her hand was removed and she fell silent.
‘Where’s the cameraman?’ asked Deborah.
Brian laughed. ‘We don’t have a film crew. The cameras are all concealed, and the lighting’s been adjusted so that we get really good results. It cost a fortune, but then what’s money to a man like Pavin?’
‘Quiet!’ called Paul Woolcott who seemed to be directing this part of the afternoon, and at once the room was silent.
There were chairs round the walls of the dungeon and Deborah, seeing that Brian and Elizabeth had already sat down, decided to follow suit. As she began to lower herself, Brian caught hold of her by the waist and pulled her towards him. ‘Sit on my lap, Debbie. That way I can tell you what’s going on if you lose track of the plot!’
For a moment she resisted, but then she realised that there was no point and allowed him to pull her onto his knees. As she sat down her dress rode up and she could feel his heavy denim jeans against the smooth flesh of her upper thighs.
At that moment a door on the opposite side of the room opened and Flora walked slowly in. She was wearing a transparent, long-sleeved white muslin blouse which reached to mid-thigh and nothing else apart from a G-string and a black garter. Her short brown hair had been coaxed into tight curls and her make-up was subtle except for the eyes where her lids had been heavily darkened with a charcoal-grey colour, while black kohl had been used to emphasise their shape. The effect was to make her look languorous and undeniably sexy.
Richard, wearing the same outfit as Pavin, moved towards Flora and putting his hands on each side of her face kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth forcefully. Flora’s head went back and while Richard kept kissing her, Pavin began to unbutton the muslin blouse and then he slipped it off her and his teeth nibbled lightly on each of her nipples in turn.
Watching him, Deborah felt a heavy stirring in the pit of her stomach, as though it was her nipples he was teasing and not Flora’s. She moved slightly on Brian’s lap and he smiled to himself, knowing that her turn would come, although in a very different way.
Now Richard had finished kissing Flora, and he moved behind her, drawing her arms back as he went so that he had her wrists held behind her, pushing her rapidly engorging breasts into even more prominence. Pavin licked them very lightly, working from the undersides up and Flora’s eyes closed as she gave a moan of pleasure.
Now Richard was sliding to his knees, his tongue travelling the length of Flora’s spine as he went, until he could suck at the tender tissue right at the base of her spine where her flesh dipped inwards.
This was clearly something Flora found highly stimulating because she began to move her breasts to and fro so that Pavin’s tongue could stimulate her nipples more strongly. For a moment Pavin acquiesced, but then he left her straining breats and instead hooked one of his fingers inside the top of her G-string and pulled it upwards so that it split her outer lips and pressed against the vulnerable inner tissue.
Flora uttered a whimper that could have been pleasure or discomfort, and then the two men were lifting her and moving her across to a flat couch where they lay her face down, arms hanging to the floor and her feet just dangling over the opposite end.
Flora seemed quite oblivious of the onlookers, she was squirming frantically against the raised pattern on the sofa trying to keep her breasts aroused while Pavin slowly teased the G-string from between her outer lips and then slid it, damp from her secretions, down her legs and off over her feet until it fell to the floor and she was naked except for her garter.
Now Richard, his erection clearly visible within his linen slacks, placed a ribbed, air-filled cushion beneath Flora’s squirming hips which raised the cheeks of her bottom up into the air giving all the spectators a far clearer view of what was to come.
Pavin, after slipping off his T-shirt and slacks so that his swollen penis was free of all constraint, slipped on a thin plastic glove like those used by surgeons, then squirted some cream onto it from a tube he’d taken from his jeans pocket. The air was filled with the scent of cherries and Deborah assumed he was going to spread it over Flora’s back and buttocks then lick it off her, but instead he smeared it carefully around his index finger, then parted Flora’s buttocks with his free hand whilst slipping the lubricated digit into her tightly closed anus. Flora’s head lifted from the sofa and there was an expression of anguish on her features.
‘She’s not too keen on this,’ Brian whispered in Deborah’s ear. ‘That’s why he’s having to take it so slowly. Once he’s got her going she’ll be fine. It’s odd how some women resist such pleasure.’
Deborah didn’t think it odd at all. It certainly wasn’t a form of lovemaking that had ever attracted her. However, as Pavin’s covered finger carefully moved within Flora’s rectum, the cool cream lubricating the highly sensitive walls, and his free hand massaged her back reassuringly, the sensations started to take over for Flora and her mouth slackened with increasing pleasure.
When he was sure she was relaxed again, Pavin withdrew his latex-covered finger, stripped off the glove and then picked up a multi-speed vibrator with a plug-head that Deborah thought had to be at least two and a half inches wide, while the shaft was probably three inches long.
As Flora’s face dropped back to the couch, and Richard’s hands moved underneath her to stroke her stomach and tickle the sides of her waist, Pavin took advantage of her distraction to slide the head of the vibrator swiftly into her rectum.
Flora gasped. She thrust her buttocks upwards, but this only made the vibrator penetrate her more deeply. Then Pavin turned on the control in the base and Deborah, along with everyone else in the room, watched in a state of electrified excitement as Flora’s upper body twisted and turned while Pavin held her lower body still, gripped between his long, hard fingers. Suddenly her neck went tense, her head lifted and she cried out as an orgasm swept through her.
Pavin immediately turned off the vibrator, but left it securely within her back entrance. As Richard stripped of his clothes, Pavin slid the gasping Flora around on the sofa until she was half-lying and half-sitting over the width of it, her buttocks just over the edge and the wicked plug-head still embedded within her. Then Richard knelt in front of her and lifted her legs over his shoulders but he left a good space between them so that Pavin could crouch in front of him and with one hand keeping the vibrator inside her rectum he proceeded to lick across her vaginal opening, refusing to let his tongue enter but occasionally swirling it just at the opening so that Flora thought he was going to and thrust upwards to welcome him.
As he teased and tantalised her, Deborah felt her whole body swelling with need. She needed to feel Pavin’s tongue on her, and his hands. She needed fulfilment just as badly as Flora, and watching her lover administering to another woman was driving her mad.
She shifted frantically on Brian’s knees and he braced his leg so that her pubic area received some stimulation, but not enough to let her climax because that was for later.
Flora was crying out now, begging for Pavin to finish her off, but he took his time, refusing to be rushed and instead he played her like a violin until every part of her felt so tight she thought she would snap.
When they’d started, Flora had simply wanted to show Deborah that Pavin was used to her body and knew how to satisfy her. All that had gone out of her head now. She was simply one burning mass of desire balanced on the edge of what she knew would be a mind-blowing climax.
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br /> Pavin twisted the anal vibrator a little, and Flora’s body responded by jerking upwards again. Then he closed his mouth over her clitoris and sucked but so lightly that although the blood pounded in her ears and a warm glow began to suffuse her breasts and belly, the climax was still denied.
Flora was crying out now, begging the men to finish what they’d begun, and the air in the dungeon was heavy with sexual passion and mounting arousal. When Pavin removed his mouth from between her legs, Flora wanted to cry but as he moved away and went round behind her, Richard, his purple circumcised penis so tight it was paining him, slid into her. He began to glide smoothly in and out, judging his speed and rhythm by her responses while at the same time he tugged gently on her pubic hairs to move her clitoris around.
Everyone in the room knew that Flora’s climax was about to engulf her, and some of them moved closer to the prone woman while others, including Deborah, stayed in their seats trying to quell their own rising desire.
For Flora the sensations were all bliss now. The fullness in her rectum, the smooth easy strokes of Richard’s gratifyingly long penis and the exquisite tugs that were exciting her clitoris represented everything she loved about these abandoned holidays.
She sensed her release approaching, felt her toes curling upwards and her legs going rigid as the first waves of satisfaction began to sweep over her. ‘Yes! Oh, yes!’ she screamed, and as she twitched and spasmed in the throes of her climax, Pavin leant over her. Placing his throbbing organ between her breasts, he pushed the insides of the softly rounded globes together and rubbed them against the side of his shaft so that a few seconds after Flora’s climax had ended he was spilling himself between her breasts while Richard’s rhythm became rougher, more urgent until he too had his climax.
Carefully, Pavin moved Flora round and laid her on her side on the sofa so that she could rest while he and Richard disappeared to tidy themselves up, in order to watch the next part of the afternoon’s filming – the part that was to involve Deborah and Sara, the maid, along with Brian and Celia’s husband Martin.
For a moment after the scene had ended there was complete silence in the room. Deborah glanced around her and saw the same suppressed excitement in other people’s eyes that she guessed was in hers. Tansy and Paul were openly fondling each other, their arms locked in a tight embrace, but no one else was touching, they were simply savouring the atmosphere.
Despite the heavy wall drapes, the roaring fire, and the lights needed for the filming, the dungeon was still a cold place. Deborah was surprised that Pavin hadn’t had the floor covered, but when she suggested this to Brian he smiled knowingly.
‘Pavin didn’t want to get rid of the flagstones because they remind people the place was a dungeon. Sometimes it adds to the atmosphere, especially for bondage and games like that. Surprisingly enough, once you’re involved in anything you get pretty warm. It’s only when you first come into the room that you really notice the cold.’
‘I thought Flora must have been chilly,’ commented Deborah.
‘She looked warm to me! Right then, it’s your turn now. We’re just waiting for Sara and then we can set things up.’
Deborah’s stomach lurched and her throat tightened. ‘What have I got to do?’ she asked hesitantly.
Brian shrugged. ‘No idea; it’s up to Pavin. He likes to control everything, as you doubtless know.’
Deborah mistakenly took comfort from this. She was quite sure Pavin wouldn’t expect her to do anything she couldn’t cope with on her first time.
‘That was great!’ enthused Pavin when he returned. ‘Okay, Brian, set up the cross-beam and get the equipment ready. Debbie, come over here, sweetheart. I want to talk to you.’
She left Brian’s lap and moved to the centre of the room, totally unaware that the film scene had already begun. Once in front of Pavin she looked up at him with a questioning smile.
He didn’t smile back. Instead his face was cold and his voice sounded annoyed. ‘When I invite people onto my island, Debbie, I expect certain courtesies from them. That’s not unreasonable, is it?’
She didn’t understand him. ‘What’s wrong? I thought the whole place belonged to you, but if I trespassed somewhere on my walk, then I’m sorry. It was ignorance, that’s all.’
‘You can walk where you like and do what you like, but you must never, ever lie to me,’ he said softly.
Deborah’s eyes could no longer meet his hard blue gaze and she lowered her head. ‘You mean about Tansy,’ she whispered.
Pavin put a hand beneath her chin and forced her head up again. ‘Yes, I mean about Tansy and Richard. You said you hadn’t seen them, but you had. You’d even indulged in sex play with Tansy. Why didn’t you tell us? We don’t have secrets on Pavinsay.’
‘But Celia said …’
‘Celia’s already being punished. She can’t take part in the filming today. As a born extrovert in front of the camera that’s hurt her, but you’re not like that, are you? You don’t really want to do this, which is why your punishment is going to take place in front of the camera. We can keep it as a perpetual reminder of what happens when you break one of the very few rules we have here.’
‘This isn’t fair!’ protested Deborah, taking a step backwards. ‘I didn’t know about any rules.’
‘I think telling lies at any time is bad manners.’
‘Yes, of course it is, but I didn’t want to get Tansy into trouble.’
‘She wouldn’t have been in trouble. She can do what she likes, as long as we all know about it. Anyway, that’s enough talk. I’m afraid Sara’s behaved badly as well, so you and she will be punished together. Bring her in, Martin.’
Deborah wanted to run from the room, get away before this punishment, whatever it was, began. But as she took a step towards the door she saw Flora, now dressed in a blouse and skirt, smiling to herself in the shadows and she stopped. No, she wouldn’t go. Pavin would never let her be hurt, it was another of his sexual games and she would go along with it and hopefully find enjoyment along the way.
Sara, wearing black stockings with a seam up the back, a tiny frilly white apron and a low-cut white blouse, was led into the room by Martin, who was scarcely able to keep his hands off her as he guided her towards Pavin.
‘Brian found Sara pleasuring Elizabeth in the bath,’ said Pavin shortly. ‘As you all know, the domestic staff are not permitted to take part in sexual acts unless permission is obtained from two guests. In this case it was only Elizabeth who had consented. Sara knew it was wrong and accepts that she has to be punished if she wants to keep working here. Isn’t that right, Sara?’
The girl nodded, but she seemed unable to speak and Deborah could see that she was trembling slightly.
‘Excellent. Brian, are you ready?’
‘Everything’s in place,’ responded Brian. Pavin and Martin turned the two young women round. While Pavin had been talking to them, a beam had been lowered from the ceiling until it was about six and a half feet from the floor, supported at both ends by heavy chains.
Instinctively Deborah took a step backwards, but bumped against Pavin’s solid form and felt his hands tighten on her elbows as he pushed her forward. Brian then seized her hands in his slim but wiry fingers and pushed them upwards until her arms were fully stretched. Pavin gripped her round the waist and lifted her into the air while Brian stood on a wooden block behind her and locked her wrists into the padded handcuffs that were fastened to the beam. Pavin immediately released her and for one agonising second her whole body weight was taken by her shoulders, but then wooden blocks were quickly pushed beneath her feet, and adjusted until she was able to take most of her weight on them but only by standing on tiptoe, which stretched her long legs into a tight line.
As she was manhandled into position, Deborah was vaguely aware that the same thing was happening to Sara, but Sara was protesting quite vigorously until Pavin went and murmured something into her ear at which point she fell silent.
; Now Pavin, after one final look at the two suspended women stretched tightly from the beam and struggling to keep their balance on the wooden blocks, went back to the wall and sat down in one of the chairs to watch the scene that was about to unfold.
Deborah, her breasts rising and falling rapidly, realised that Brian was standing on a block behind her while Martin was behind Sara. All at once, a black blindfold was placed over her eyes and then fastened at the back of her head. She shouted out and her body swung painfully from the cuffs.
‘Keep still, Debs,’ murmured Brian, his voice softer than usual as he tried to calm her. ‘This is to enhance the whole experience for you.’
Sara, who had also been blindfolded, kept silent. She’d been through this kind of thing before, and after her first time, when she’d thought she’d die of shame and humiliation, she’d become addicted to this particular form of pleasure. She knew that she could never go back to the mainland and settle down into ordinary domestic work again. Her body enjoyed these bizarre erotic episodes too much.
For Deborah it was terrifying not being able to see, and when she heard the sound of something heavy being moved over the flagstones she swallowed hard against her fear, but as Brian spoke to her from the front she realised that it was only another block to enable him to attend to her from both front and behind. For the next minute or so nothing happened, and as Deborah held her breath in anguished anticipation, the watchers around the room leant forward in their chairs, waiting eagerly for what was to come.
Brian and Martin glanced at each other and then in perfect unison reached forward and tore the clothing from the women suspended in front of them. Deborah’s dress, carefully chosen by Pavin for this very purpose, opened easily, the press studs snapping apart and the material falling away leaving her exposed down the centre of her body. After that, all Brian had to do was unfasten the tie shoulder straps and the dress dropped to the floor so that she was entirely naked except for her suspender belt and stockings. Sara’s uniform had also been torn from her, and her black-stockinged legs shook with mounting excitement while Deborah’s trembled with fear of the unknown.
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