Like Jason, Theo was strong and powerfully built, and his cock looked every bit as long and thick as her lover’s. It rested on a thatch of dark hair that matched the tapered hair on his chest. Theo pulled Kelsey close and tilted her head back for a deep kiss as the lights flickered and reflected off their bodies.
While she watched, Jason knelt again and pulled her arms behind her, and cuffed her wrists at the small of her back. “Chest out,” he reminded her. “Good girl. Let’s get you in the right frame of mind.”
She was afraid he meant the nipple clamps, and she was right. He folded down the cups of her corset and flicked her nipples until they went pert and hard. She gasped, fighting through the pain as he attached the first biting clamp, then the other. She gazed a little jealously at Kelsey, who got to pour wine and enjoy her husband’s embraces while Sara had to sit, bound in her slave pose, wearing clamps with a heavy, dangling chain.
“It’s not fair, is it?” he said, following her gaze. “But Kelsey’s shoulder is still recuperating. That means you’ll be doing most of the fucking, sucking, and hurting tonight.”
Oh, really? Sara didn’t want her friend’s injury to worsen, but to be the main event for these two huge, dominant, sadistic guys? But they were doing this for her, because she’d been booted out of the Citadel. If anything, she should be grateful. She was grateful, just a little bit scared out of her mind.
Jason held his glass to her lips, and she took a deep drink for courage. The wine tasted rich and spicy, and the flavor lingered on her tongue as the men discussed things like limits and protection. Since both couples were clean and fluid-bonded, they decided not to bother with condoms for oral, only vaginal and anal penetration. Anal penetration? That little discussion did nothing to relax her. Kelsey touched Sara’s nipples in sympathy and kissed her, and Jason gave her another sip of wine.
“She looks nervous, your little slave,” said Theo. He came and knelt in front of her, and gave her some wine too. “You’re afraid?”
He stroked her cheek, then squeezed her waist, admiring the corset, but she couldn’t stop shaking. She knew Theo well, but she didn’t know this Theo, whose voice sounded seductive, whose eyes promised wicked things. “What are you afraid of?” he pressed.
You. Jason. All of this.
“I want to please you,” she said. “And…and please my Master.”
He studied her. She could always read everything in Theo’s eyes…if he was annoyed, if he was pleased, if he was amused, but she couldn’t read them now. “Just be a good girl, no? That’s how you please your Master.” He kissed her, a warm, searching kiss that was over before she could pinpoint how it made her feel. Desired? No. Protected? Maybe. It had been a kiss to calm her. She felt a little calmer, but not much. He gave her more wine, and she took a great big sip. Then she heard Jason chuckle beside her.
“Are you trying to get my slave drunk?”
Theo glanced up at him. “No, she has to choose this with all her wits.” He looked back at Sara, holding her gaze. “You want? You’re sure? All of us together, having sex, having a scene?”
“Yes…” She paused. He was looking at her so intently. She wanted to call him Sir or Master or something to signify that she agreed to submit to him. Jason squeezed her shoulder.
“You can call him Master if you like. For now. Only for now.”
His teasing warning brought some lightness to the heavy moment. Sara smiled into her coach’s dark eyes. “Yes, Master, I want this.”
He made a soft sound of approval. “What a brave girl you are.”
Argh. As soon as she relaxed, he said something like that to send her into a panic again. She met Kelsey’s gaze. Her friend smiled from behind Theo’s shoulder, telling her without words that everything would be okay. What had she promised? A zillion orgasms? Sara would settle for zero, only to experience this moment of being a sexual plaything, a bound victim for two men’s pleasure. Master’s toy to share.
Play with me, please. Before I lose my mind.
At last, Theo and Jason put down their glasses and turned up the music, not as loud as it was at the Citadel, but loud enough to drown out some of her inner dialogue. Now. They’re going to touch me now, and do…what? Sara’s trembling turned to outright shaking. Both their cocks were hard and getting harder. Jason knelt behind her a third time and this time he smoothed a blindfold over her eyes. She made a sound of protest as the pretty lights went black.
“I know, baby,” Jason murmured. “But I don’t want you to be distracted by anything. I want you experiencing every touch, every sensation without knowing where it’s coming from. It’s a popular game at the Citadel.”
She turned her head, disoriented by darkness. “How can I serve you if I can’t see you?”
“You’ll know what to do. We won’t leave any question as to what’s required.”
A moment later, she felt cool fingers on her face, and a warm cock prodding at her lips. She didn’t know whose it was, but she opened her mouth and accepted its thrusting length. She experienced a moment of panic—I can’t do this—but then someone’s hands twisted in her hair and arousal followed, an automatic reaction to the pain. That hand was telling her to surrender. Surrender to their power and her helplessness.
I want to surrender. She lifted her face to whoever was using her, opening her mouth wide even as she feared the penetration. The cock drove deeper, thrusting fast, then it was gone, leaving her breathless. Fingers wrapped around her neck and another cock slid into her mouth. The same cock? A different one? She had no way to tell.
She heard French, a hushed conversation, then Kelsey’s soft voice. Quick footsteps crossed the room while Sara tried to please whoever was in her mouth. She licked and sucked, gagged a little and made a moan of a sound, an apology or maybe a plea for more. She got more almost immediately, a deeper thrust, a steady face-fucking for several moments. Then that cock was gone, and another in its place before she could even close her mouth.
“Do you like this, little one?” Jason asked. That must have been his fingers twisting in her hair, because they tightened.
“Yes, Master,” she gasped as soon as the cock in her mouth allowed her to breathe.
“You love to serve us, don’t you? You love to submit to your Masters’ needs.”
She nodded, since her mouth was too full to speak. She wanted so badly to please, but she couldn’t see and she couldn’t breathe very well, and the cocks kept coming. Then she heard a new sound, a quiet buzz.
“Your friend Kelsey is going to make you come with a cock between your lips,” said Jason. “I don’t care whose cock. You have...what do you think, Theo? Five minutes?”
She felt fingers under her chin, pulling her straighter. “Three minutes,” came Theo’s deep voice. “She can manage in three. She’s already so turned on.”
Three minutes?
“Three minutes then,” Jason agreed. “Spread your legs wider for Kelsey. That’s a good girl.”
Sara felt probing fingers between her thighs, sliding through her sopping pussy lips. She wasn’t sure she could come at all. She felt so overwhelmed, so controlled by the men’s grasping hands and their cocks impeding her breath. The vibrator only provided a low buzz, but Kelsey found just the spot to put it. Sara groaned deep in her throat, rising, arching her hips to maintain the contact on her clit.
Another hand on her shoulder, forcing her down. The face-fucking transformed from dominance to struggle. She had three minutes to come, three minutes to make her body obey her Master’s will, but he also expected her to continue servicing him and Theo.
“Watch your teeth,” Jason barked when she lost her concentration. She jumped as he jerked the chain between her nipples. Owww. She curled her toes, opening her mouth wider at the same time she sought the gentle hum of the vibrator.
“This is what they do at the Citadel,” said Theo. “They make naughty, horny slaves do naughty, horny things until they forget who they are. This is only the beginning, eh?”
He sounded so much like her coach, but he wasn’t her coach. He was her tormentor now, like Jason, and Kelsey was her only saving grace. Sara wailed and nodded when her friend found her clit with the tip of the vibrator. Kelsey kept it there, right there, and Sara tensed, spreading her legs, still sucking, still gagging and drooling all over herself. Growing pleasure warred with her aching jaw, as she sobbed through the men’s repeated forays into her mouth.
“You look so beautiful,” Kelsey whispered in her ear. “You make such a beautiful slave.”
“You have a minute to come,” said Jason.
Their thrusts intensified, but so did Sara’s arousal. She choked as one of them grabbed her head and jammed himself deep in her throat. Her clit throbbed, needing more, more... The cuffs hurt her hands, but then her peak was there, right there. She cried, she moaned, she bucked against the vibrator, and then she orgasmed, coming all over Kelsey’s hand as she sucked the cock in her mouth. She didn’t care. The hand in her hair relaxed, smoothing it back from her face. Whoever was in her mouth drew away, leaving her gasping. The blindfold felt damp where her tears had soaked it. The vibrator clicked off and, after terse French directions from Theo, Sara felt Kelsey move away.
“What a good girl,” said Jason, and beneath her shivering and lack of breath, Sara felt joyful. Someone took off the clamps, slapping her breasts as blood rushed in to make them tingle with an almost unbearable fullness. “Oh, please, Master,” she sighed. Please hurt me some more.
“What next?” asked Theo.
“I liked your cage idea,” said Jason. “But we don’t have a cage big enough for both girls, and Sara’s already come once.”
“This is true. Perhaps it’s time for Kelsey to catch up.”
Sara was lifted and guided across the room with a hand at the back of her corset. She heard instructions, apparently meant for Kelsey. Lie back. Lace your hands behind your head. Spread your legs. Wider. Someone, probably Jason, bent Sara over the bed. He guided her head between her friend’s thighs.
“Time for you to lick Kelsey’s pussy, little one. Make her come for you. Kiss her nice and sweet, just like you did while you danced.”
Sara had never gone down on a woman before, but if she had to fumble through this, she was happy it was with Kelsey. Sara wasn’t exactly turned on, but it made her hot that she was being forced to do this. The slavey side of her wanted to please, wanted to give Kelsey the best orgasm ever. She gave her friend a few tentative licks, discovering the taste of her. She was very, very wet.
“Oh, God,” Kelsey breathed, and Sara wished she wasn’t blindfolded so she could see her face. She decided not to go right for her clit. Instead, she toyed with her and teased her, drawing the moment out. The men were silent, doing God knew what. Watching, she supposed. She decided she would make it as pretty as she could for them. She arched her back and licked Kelsey all over, reveling in her soft, high-pitched moans.
Theo said something in French that Sara couldn’t decipher and Jason spoke French back to him. Then, whack! She heard the sound of impact, but didn’t feel any pain. Kelsey jumped, her leg jerking. Another whack and Kelsey tried to pull her legs closed.
“Open,” Theo barked. “Legs still.”
Sara raised her head, trying to figure out what was going on, why Kelsey was whimpering rather than moaning, then she felt the excruciating snap of a leather strap across her ass cheeks. “Don’t stop,” said Jason. “If you can come while you’re getting double-faced-fucked, Kelsey can come while she’s getting whipped on the inside of her thighs.”
Sara cringed on her friend’s behalf. Whips hurt so bad, and the soft skin of the inner thigh was so sensitive.
“The sooner you make her come,” said Jason with another stroke of the strap, “the sooner Theo puts the whip away. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Pressure. Oh God.
So much for taking her time, for making it last. She buried her face in Kelsey’s pussy and decided she’d better find her clit immediately. She had a general idea what she was doing but—
Whack!
Kelsey bounced against her face and groaned.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Sara said.
“It’s okay,” Kelsey replied. “It feels really good, it’s just—”
“Less talking, more licking,” Jason warned, and both girls yelped as they received their Master’s punishment. Sara explored her friend’s sex, licking, sucking, searching for that spot that would make her moan again. If only she could see! If only she could use her hands to part Kelsey’s pussy, but they were still cuffed behind her so all she could use were her lips and tongue. She finally found a place that made Kelsey babble in between tortured cries. It was cry, beg, cry, beg on Kelsey’s end, while Jason strapped Sara from behind every twenty seconds or so.
Please come, she thought. Please come, Kelsey, because I don’t know what else to do.
“I don’t think you’re trying hard enough,” Jason said. “Kelsey’s thighs are sore and red and so is your ass.” He gave her the hardest stroke yet, and she wailed against Kelsey’s pussy.
“I’m sorry, Master. I’m doing my best.”
“Maybe you need a good, hard assfucking to motivate you.”
“I’m sure she needs that,” Theo chimed in. “The lube is in the drawer.”
“Hm. I might use a little lube. If she gets that tongue moving.”
Theo’s only response was another series of whacks to Kelsey’s thighs. Sara lapped at her friend’s pussy, trying not to flinch as Jason dripped lube on her asshole and pressed his cock against it. With the blindfold obscuring her vision, everything felt more intense—Kelsey’s flinching and crying, the heat of her friend’s pussy, and the pain as Jason pushed in the head of his cock. She tensed around it, then whined through the aching burn as he slid all the way in, then out again.
It might have been too much, if Kelsey’s cries hadn’t started rising in intensity. “Yes, yes,” her friend begged. “Don’t stop.”
Sara didn’t stop, and Theo didn’t either. Whack, whack, whack. Jason drove into her from behind, reaming her asshole, while Kelsey’s cries rose to a scream and then broke in a gasp of relief. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she said as her legs tensed against Sara’s shoulders. Sara tongued her clit until her friend’s orgasm peaked and her jerking pelvis came to rest.
Was that it? Apparently not, since Jason’s cock was still buried in her ass. He pushed her up onto the bed. Her face and corset slid against the sheets until someone took her shoulders and lifted her. Since Jason was fucking her ass, it had to be Theo. He slid beneath her so she felt his warmth through the satin of her corset, and his sheathed cock against the inside of her thigh.
“Oh God,” she cried. Next thing she knew, she was rearranged between them and Theo’s cock was pressing against her pussy. This was definitely something she hadn’t done before. Gentle hands stroked her hair and guided her face to the side, and soft lips pressed to hers.
“You’ll like this,” said Kelsey. “Just let it happen. This is how things go at the Citadel. You do things you never dreamed you’d do.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.” She winced as Theo’s cock eased a little deeper. She felt so full, too full, but the two pairs of hands on her waist wouldn’t let her shift away. “I’m scared,” she said, burying her face against Kelsey’s cheek.
“I’m always scared when I play in the back rooms,” she said, “but I’m always glad afterward that I was brave.”
Theo’s hand squeezed her hip and then he pushed all the way inside, so she felt impossibly full. He groaned and held still. She could feel him tensing beneath her. Jason moved slowly, just a little. “Take off her blindfold, Kelsey,” he said, driving in again. “She should see this.”
Sara felt Kelsey’s hands at the back of her head, and then she lifted the blindfold away. Lights and motion assailed her vision. The music pounded in the background as Sara stared at Kelsey’s light hair and sm
iling eyes, then at Theo’s dark torso beneath her. His muscles rippled each time he moved, and she saw such strain and control in his face. Jason unlatched her cuffs so her hands were free and she braced them on Theo’s chest.
“Do you like it?” Kelsey asked. “It’s so hot.”
Sara couldn’t reply. Her voice was gone, her mind was gone. There was only her body, grasping and riding the dual intrusions of her Masters’ cocks. Kelsey played with her breasts, pinching and teasing the nipples. Sara twisted to look back at her Master, needing his reassurance.
“Good girl,” Jason said. “Both of you are such good girls.” He slid a hand up Sara’s chest and circled her neck with his fingers. “Come for us, baby. Like we’re at the Citadel, only better.”
“Ohhh,” she sighed. “I...I can’t believe it.”
“Believe what?”
“That the Citadel could ever be better than this.”
Theo grinned beneath her and then Jason grabbed her hips and they were both fucking her, invading her, while Kelsey played with her breasts. It was too much, but at the same time it wasn’t enough. She gripped the cocks inside her and lost herself, forgot who she was or where she was. Her orgasm came, painfully hard, like a constriction of every muscle in her body. The pleasure racked her, wave after wave of bliss. Theo groaned and Jason’s grip tightened on her hips as she clamped on their cocks with involuntary spasms.
The men came in their own time, each of them pressing inside her to the hilt. It felt okay now. It felt right, like her body was made to contain these two men and their violent hungers. Even after they came, none of them moved or drew away from each other. Lights reflected in Kelsey’s eyes, a rainbow of blinking, pretty colors, and Sara thought this night couldn’t have been more perfect. A month ago, she never could have imagined such closeness, such friendship with the other couple. Such heights of pleasure, Citadel or not.
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