"Uh... wonderful. I'm wearing these remote-controlled vibrating knickers, and some complete sadist just decided to flip the switch. I think that's the signal for me to get back to my gladiators."
"How delicious!"
"It's an utter torment—they know exactly how to push all my buttons, no pun intended." Silver sighed. "If only things were different..."
"How do you mean?"
"Nothing. We'll talk about everything properly when we next get a chance." Silver wrapped her friend in her arms and squeezed her tight. "You enjoy the rest of the party, sweetheart. I have a remote to go and steal."
"Happy new year, Sylvia," Rosie murmured, hugging her back. "Talk to you soon."
"And to you. Love you."
"You too."
Silver headed back to where the twins were standing, both wearing their most devilish smiles.
"It's about time," Trevor said.
"We were about to turn those panties up a notch," Travis went on.
She smiled sweetly at them. "So what's stopping you?"
"Nuh-uh," Trevor waggled his finger at her. "You don't get to call the shots around here, baby."
"Argh, if you two keep this up, I'll make these knickers short-circuit," Silver grumbled.
Both men roared with laughter. "I think they were designed to... ahem... get a little damp," Trevor said.
"That may be, Master, but I can assure you that I am not 'a little damp'. I swear, it's like a geyser between my legs."
"Good." Travis reached out and took a hank of her hair, pulling her face close so he could kiss her. "Dripping wet, yearning, aching and pliant is exactly how we like you."
"And besides, it's almost midnight. I'm sure you can hold out for another few minutes. Then, after the fireworks, we're gonna take you upstairs and plug that geyser." Trevor trailed a fingertip over one of her protruding nipples, the heat of his skin seeping through the fabric and sending a bolt of lust straight to Silver's groin. "Over... and over... and over again."
Desperate to break the spell, lest she lose control, Silver glanced about. "Hey, those people over there have champagne! Can we get some?"
"Only if you promise not to drop the flute at midnight when you're cumming on your feet," Travis said with a grin.
"And if you bring us each a glass as well," Trevor added.
"Of course I will."
Trevor raised an eyebrow.
"Shit. I mean, yes Master."
"You sure do have a mouth on you for such a pretty girl."
"Sorry. I worked as a barmaid for a number of years. I got into the habit of swearing sometimes then."
"How so? I don't understand," Travis said.
"Well, I-I sort of got... well, hit on, quite a bit. And I found that more often than not, bad language was the only way to get them to back off."
"I see." Trevor stroked his chin. "Do you still work in a bar?"
"No. I-I'm kinda in between jobs at the moment. Still not sure what I want to do when I grow up." She flushed, hoping they couldn't read her thoughts.
"Well then, it's time to unlearn that habit."
"We won't back off if you swear at us," Travis added. "In fact, you'll probably wind up with a bar of soap in your mouth if you're not careful."
Silver sighed. "Yes, Master. I will try, I promise."
"Good girl." Trevor leaned forward and kissed her gently. Not for the first time, she was amazed that the same man could be so savage at times, and so tender at others. "Now go and get us some bubbles, slave."
"Y-yes, Master."
Silver threaded her way through the crowd of jubilant party-goers, to one of the many tables set up throughout the space. Little Maids and butlers were constantly scuttling back and forth, refilling the punch bowls and plates of food, and she smiled when she saw the champagne flutes being set out.
Though the glasses were too small for her liking, it was still a wonderful touch for the usually bone-dry Castle to lay on some bubbly for a toast at midnight—one she greatly appreciated. The punch had been fine, but punch without booze was as useless as tits on a bull.
Carefully, Silver moved three of the slender glasses together and picked them up with both hands; threading her fingers around the stems to keep them steady. She wasn't sure whether a refill would be possible—or even permitted—within the next ten minutes, and after that it would be back to virgin punch, so she didn't want to spill a single drop.
As she turned, she caught sight of Travis and Trevor, who were both leaning casually against the far wall. With their boots, their pleated leather kilts showing off tanned, muscular thighs glinting with gold hair, the authentic black gladiator harnesses and laced-up cuffs accentuating their impressive torsos, broad shoulders and thick, honed arms, they looked as devastating as they did deadly.
Silver's heart skipped a beat as Travis caught her eye and held her gaze. It was as though everyone else in the room, all the hundreds of people in their gaudy costumes, the balloons, the musicians, everything, faded away, and she was in a deep, empty darkness, where nothing else existed but those two men.
I would do absolutely anything they asked me to, she realised with a jolt. I know we've been playing those roles since I came off the block, but all of a sudden, it's not a game anymore. Not for me, anyway. I want to please them with every fibre of my being. And it's not because they're so fucking gorgeous. It's because of the way they are with me, the way they make me feel... and most of all, the way they look at me—the way Travis is looking at me right now...
The sudden humming between her thighs brought her crashing back down to earth, and Silver almost dropped the champagne. She glanced at Trevor to see he was crooking a finger, beckoning her to them.
Slowly, carefully, she obeyed.
"Are you okay, little slave girl?" Trevor asked, once she had reached the twins and handed them each a flute with trembling hands.
"I-I'm fine, Master. Wonderful. Thank you."
He narrowed his eyes. "You wouldn't lie to us, would you?"
"Not if I know what's good for me." I should go into politics.
"What a diplomatic answer." A muscle ticked in Trev's jaw.
She forced herself to give him a sweet smile. "Thank you, Master."
"So," Travis said. "Does our little Silver girl have any resolutions for the grand new year 2015?"
She had been about to admit that losing some weight could be beneficial, but checked herself. "Not really. Be happy. And you?"
His dark eyes flickered with something she couldn't quite place. "I'm always happy," he said lightly.
Chapter Nine
"I could use some fresh air," Trevor announced. "Shall we move closer to the doors?"
Once the three had found a spot close to where one of the huge sets of double doors had been thrown open to allow easy access to the gardens, the twins crowded Silver, pinning her between them. As the vibrations in her knickers got stronger, she gasped.
"Just a couple more minutes, slave girl. Then you can have release... at last," Trav whispered in her ear. He was standing behind her, and her breath hitched as he pulled her against his body and she could feel the hard length of him pressing against her through the leather kilt.
"You gonna be a good little girl and cum for us at midnight, baby?" Trevor went on, pressing his own groin against her until she could be left in no doubt as to what she would be experiencing that very same night.
"Y-yes, Master."
Her pulse was racing as they began conversing over her head, making sure she could hear every terrifying, panty-soaking word.
"She's so easy to get off, I wonder how many we can wring out of her in an hour or two?"
"I do so enjoy forced orgasms. You think she'll be in tears before we're done with her?"
"Yum. I hope so." Trev was smiling; she could hear it in his voice. So dark. So like treacle.
"And don't forget, we're finally taking that sweet little ass later. I wonder whether our little slave girl has ever come from anal?"<
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"Even if she hasn't, I'm sure you'll be able to teach her."
Silver couldn't see his face, but she could picture Travis smirking at that last comment.
"Of course I can. You know ass-fucking is one of my many specialties."
"Maybe we should have a little contest. See who can get her off more often."
"Or harder," Travis countered.
Silver whimpered as the vibrator lying directly against her clit began to buzz on the highest setting they had used yet.
Around them, the countdown had begun.
"They're telling you when," Trevor looked down and addressed her, his eyes deep and serious.
As one, everyone in the ballroom began to chant. "Seven... six..."
"Woe betide you if you disobey us on this one, slave girl," Travis whispered hoarsely in her ear, his breath warm on her skin.
"Three... two..."
Silver closed her eyes, one hand clutching her champagne, the other reaching back to grip Trav's pleated leather kilt. She was panting, her thighs trembling, the sensation in her clit building... and building...
"Come for us now, baby. Come hard... there's a good girl..." Travis growled.
As the ball dropped and everyone burst into cheers, wishing one another a happy new year, Silver fell over the edge, her shout of pleasure muffled as Trevor bent down and kissed her savagely, his stubble grazing her chin, his tongue claiming her mouth—and Travis sank his teeth into her shoulder, the sudden sharp pain only prolonging her release as she gushed into her panties over and over again.
Once the waves had subsided, she began to plead, helplessly, with one of them to turn the vibe off—it was still humming relentlessly against her uber-sensitive clit.
"Just this once, seeing as you've been so good," Trevor whispered, smiling.
She shivered as the buzzing stopped.
"Happy new year, Silver girl." Trav spun her around and kissed her, deeply.
"And to you, Master." She turned back to Trevor. "And to you, too, Master. May all your dreams come true."
He raised his flute. "A toast. To dreams coming true."
They all clinked glasses and drank.
A flicker of fear ran through Silver as she considered the uncertainty to which she would be returning when she flew back to Australia in just a short amount of time. Pushing it aside, she forced herself to smile. "I think the fireworks are about to start."
* * * * *
"Master Marshall sure knows how to throw a party," Trevor said, as he unlocked the door to their apartment. "That fireworks show was spectacular."
"Almost as great as the fireworks we ourselves will be creating very, very soon," Travis added, his large hand still gripping Silver's, as if he was afraid to let her go in case she ran away. "You still wet, slave girl?" he went on, tugging her into their spacious living room.
"Yes," she whispered, suddenly nervous. There was something as unsettling about being alone with the twins as there was exciting—at least when they were being masterful rather than playful.
Trevor raised an eyebrow. "Yes, what?"
"M-master. Sorry."
Travis tutted and pulled her close to his chest, one hand still holding her wrist, the other rotating slowly across her backside, renewing the deep ache caused by the sjambok. "Ordinarily, we'd give you a little reminder to make sure you stop forgetting to address us correctly," he said against her hair.
"Luckily for you, though, I for one can't wait to find out what your tight little ass feels like, and I have a feeling my brother feels the same way," Trevor said.
"You're not wrong," Travis admitted, gruffly. "I've been wanting to do this all year."
Silver giggled.
"How are those pointy little nipples feeling, little one?" he went on, reaching out to unfasten her toga.
"Sore, Master."
"Let me check," Travis said, sliding his fingertips across her newly exposed breasts. "Well they're not purple yet. Good sign."
"The rings aren't tight enough to cut off the blood flow," Trevor told him. "Just... restrict it a little." Reaching out, he slid the butterfly panties down over her hips and legs. "Holy shit," he said with a grin. "Someone's been having a good time."
Silver shivered, then let out a gasp as, without warning, he slid a finger up inside her.
"You always this wet and willing, Silver girl, or is this just the effect we're having on you?" Travis said with a chuckle.
"A bit of both, Master."
"Enough chitchat." Trevor withdrew his finger and licked her cream from it greedily, making Silver blush with the humiliation of it. "Bring her to my room, Trav. It's time."
Once again she marvelled at the ease with which they were able to lift her up, as Travis swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom.
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the twins strip off their gladiator kilts and chest armour, leaving their gauntlets and boots on in their haste to join her on the mattress. If anything, the accessories only added to the visual effect as they both gazed down at her intensely.
"Ask us for it," Travis said, hoarsely.
"Beg us for it," Trevor corrected his twin. "Beg us both to fuck you until you're raw and aching and screaming for us to stop."
Silver opened her mouth, but no words came out. Transfixed, she stared at them, wide-eyed.
"Now, slave girl," Travis commanded.
"Pl-please fuck me," she whispered. "Please fuck me like you both own me, Master."
Like animals on prey, they pounced on her, kissing, biting and pinching her hungrily, until she could no longer tell them apart and was writhing on the bed, helpless with lust for the two men.
One was kissing her savagely, and the other had his lips around her clit, driving her inexorably towards orgasm. "Oh, fuck, please," she begged, "please may I come, Master?"
Trevor slid a hand around her throat, his mouth still pressed against hers. "Cum," he said harshly, "and you don't need to ask again. Not until we're done here. Understand?"
"Yes, Master," she breathed, and cried out as Travis suckled even harder on her bud, pushing her over the edge.
"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, sweetheart," Trevor went on, as soon as she'd stopped shuddering. He reared up and guided his cock to her lips. "Get me nice and wet for your tight little pucker, that's my girl."
Silver closed her eyes as he slid deep into her throat, her every nerve ending raw and tingling with desire. As she felt Travis's thick shaft enter her bubbling core, she moaned and reached up to caress Trev's heavy sac.
"Such a tight little cunt," Travis groaned, his fingers closing around her aching nipples and squeezing hard as he began to pound her. "And it's gonna be even tighter in a minute."
Arching her back, Silver spent again, convulsing around his cock with helpless abandon.
Using her hair in his fist, Trevor withdrew from her throat and looked down at her in a way that made her tummy flip. "Turn around, Silver girl," he told her. "Go lick all that juice off your Master's dick while I get your ass ready."
She did as she was told, crawling to Travis and taking him in her mouth, tasting herself, flushing with terrified desire when she felt Trevor drop a dollop of something cold and slippery on her anus.
"Gotta get you lubed up, slave," she heard him say, and she groaned around Trav's cock as he worked in first one finger, then two.
"Hey Trev, find out whether she really gets off on anal," Travis addressed his brother over her bobbing head.
"Great idea... now let's see."
Silver didn't know what he was doing differently, but suddenly the fingers deep in her bottom-hole were rubbing a place inside her that she didn't know she had, and it felt so good that she thought she might pass out.
After one more deep thrust into her throat, making her gag, Travis withdrew and cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him as Trevor's fingers worked... and worked...
"She's nearly there," he said. Then, addressing her, "be a good littl
e slave for us, baby... cum hard for Master Trev."
The sensation was so different, and yet so familiar, as Trevor's fingers manipulated parts of her no-one had ever touched before, and as she began to tremble, Silver was glad that they had revoked the asking for permission rule, as she didn't think she would be able to hold back what was building inside her so relentlessly. As a heavy hand came slapping down on her buttock, she let out a raw moan and exploded, aware of nothing but the men she had promised to obey, and the sudden realisation that she was absolutely soaking wet; her arousal spattering the sheets.
"She's fucking squirting," she heard Trevor say. He sounded so far away.
"Shit, that's hot," Travis replied, his dark eyes never leaving hers. "Can't wait for you to make her do that again around me."
"Lemme just loosen her up a little more first."
"Does that feel good, baby?" Travis whispered, as Trevor began to slide his cock into her throbbing bottom-hole. "Do you like having Daddy's dick in your ass?"
Silver couldn't speak. His words were making her cheeks blaze with shame—and her sex drip with need. Her clit felt huge, and her heart was still thudding in her chest.
Trav smiled. "Your Master asked you a question, slave girl."
"Yes, Master," she managed at last. "It-it feels so very good."
"Fuck, you're beautiful." Travis leaned down and kissed her, stealing every moan from her lips as Trevor seated himself fully inside her and began to thrust slowly, gently at first, his fingers finding her clit and caressing it lightly.
By the time the two men had brought her to yet another thundering orgasm, Silver was almost incoherent.
"It's time," Trevor said gruffly behind her. "Go and ride Master Travis, baby."
Obligingly, she waited until Trav had lain down on his back, then crawled up to straddle him. Her pussy, so empty and aching while Trevor had been in her backside, throbbed as she sat astride Travis and guided him inside.
"You'd better hurry up, bro," Travis groaned, gripping her hips and giving her a few hard thrusts. "I can't hold out much longer."
"Lean forward, baby girl," Trevor said, thickly. "We're about to split your pretty self in two."
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