by Kitty Thomas
When she’d seen all the other people wearing collars, and the kneeling and titles and all of it, she’d begun to relax a little. The club she’d been brought to had looked seedy on the outside, but inside it was posh and clean with kinky equipment and furniture so nice that she almost forgot how wrong the whole thing was.
By the time Ivan had asked her if she wanted to play with him, she’d actually felt up to it, though she was a bit concerned by what he meant by the term ‘play’. Still, she was sure that everybody here wasn’t some hostage or prisoner. She very much doubted any other person calling someone master or mistress here was truly owned in the same way she was. After all, they could leave the party or their respective relationships at any time, whereas she only got small windows of opportunity to escape.
Windows she kept inexplicably slamming shut.
“I am very interested in this demonstration,” Ivan said, looking at her in the same dark intense way Sergio had.
Annette glanced around the room to find Sergio standing a few feet away, ready for his encore performance. Other party guests, most of whom had taken one of the tubes of arousal cream to test for themselves, also seemed interested.
“Where should we do it?” Anton asked.
“There is a large open space downstairs with a St. Andrew’s cross in the middle under a spotlight. Good view for everyone.”
Anton nodded and took Annette by the hand. They followed Ivan through the darkened club and down the stairs to the lower level.
Downstairs there were even more people. The play and activity seemed more intense below ground with a lot more kinky furniture being used. The sounds of begging both for more and for less came from a multitude of bound women alternately being flogged and pleasured with toys, fingers, and mouths.
The group from upstairs had followed them, eager for the demonstration.
Anton pulled her away from them and lowered his voice. “Are you going to be a good girl?”
“Are you mad at me?” He’d seemed to go cold toward her upstairs when they were talking to Ivan.
“Why would I be mad? Because I thought you’d lied to me again so soon after a punishment? Because you didn’t address me properly and took a smart ass tone with me in public? I should punish you publicly.”
Annette’s lip started to tremble. She must have had extreme fear on her face because he softened.
“I’m not going to punish you, but we are playing.”
“I promise I didn’t lie upstairs, and I’m sorry for the way I spoke. I was defensive and scared because you looked mad.”
Anton nodded. “It’s forgotten. Just be a good girl for me tonight.”
Things were moving too fast. “Last night you spared me, and tonight you’re throwing me to the lions?”
He’d led her to a far wall that was leather padded with shackles to chain someone up. He pressed her against the smooth leather.
“I can’t help myself, kiska. I want to bring you into my dark world of pleasure. Let yourself go. I won’t let anyone here hurt you… or fuck you.”
“But Sergio...”
“Sergio is one of my best friends. It’s different.”
“But Ivan...”
“Ivan just wants to play with you. Not fuck you. We’re talking toys and touching, a few orgasms, a little light spanking. Not sex with everyone. You can handle this. You just let Sergio fuck you under a staircase at a public venue filled with normal people.”
Annette looked at the ground. She really had no explanation for how that had happened. Nor could she understand how even without an orgasm, it had been exciting and somehow still satisfying. She’d always thought her previous boredom with sex had been about the fact that her two other partners had found their pleasure and left her without, but that theory didn’t explain what had happened with Sergio under the stairs.
Anton lifted her chin so that their eyes met. “I will let you use a safe word here at the party. We all use a standard system. Say Yellow if you need things to slow down and Red if you need them to stop.”
“If I do that, will you be mad?”
“A little disappointed, but not mad. No one here is going to hurt you. I won’t let them. Okay?”
Annette nodded, feeling a bit better about things, though not by a lot. Her earlier arousal had all worn off and now all she felt was nervous about what was about to happen.
Anton leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I’ll blindfold you before I undress you and tie you up. It will be easier. Just know nobody here will judge you for anything. They’re all a bunch of deviants.”
This reassurance did make her feel marginally better. And she couldn’t deny that something about the whole situation felt so deliciously forbidden that if she could shut down the worried side of her and just let go, if no one else was going to actually fuck her… well…
Before she could reply, Anton had taken her hand and dragged her back into the center of the room. As promised, he pulled out a blindfold and covered her eyes with it before she got a chance to look around at the gathering crowd.
“Let me undress her.” The rumbling voice was Ivan’s.
“Be my guest,” Anton said.
Annette’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt large warm hands shove the straps of her dress off her shoulders. A small tug at the waist and the fabric was over her hips and fluttering to the floor. He took her hands in his.
“Step out, my dear.”
She allowed Ivan to lead her out of the tangle of fabric. Then he moved behind her and unhooked and removed the bra. With the blindfold and how quiet the room had gotten, it was easy to pretend it was just her and the ballet master. Or even better yet, just her and Anton.
“Lovely,” he said.
She could sense him circling her, taking in the full view. Then his hands were stroking her ass and thighs.
“I see someone has already been naughty today,” Ivan said.
Somehow she’d forgotten about the welts from Brian’s belt that had marked her earlier in the day even though the anxiety of the punishment itself had remained fresh on her mind. She’d forgotten evidence had been left behind on her skin. It seemed like it had happened so much longer than a mere few hours ago.
Two people led her a few steps in another direction, turned her around, and stretched her arms and legs out, binding them to the wooden frame of the X-shaped contraption she’d seen in the center of the room when they’d come downstairs. It was almost identical to the one down in the dungeon at the house which she’d been strapped to earlier for punishment.
This time there was a different sort of fear. Even if she couldn’t see them, she knew many sets of strange eyes could see every inch of her body: exposed breasts, spread legs. She knew as far as her legs were spread that nothing was left to the imagination of those who watched. No matter how shy she got, she couldn’t close her legs or reach down to cover herself. The only thing to do was surrender to the gazes she could feel burning through her skin.
Moments later, the cool slippery cream was being rubbed between her legs. She recognized Anton’s touch immediately.
“It takes a few minutes to start working,” he said to the gathered group.
“I think he’s just messing with us,” one of the observers said.
“I assure you, this is the most magical, potent cream on the market. In a few minutes, there will be very little she won’t do to come.”
Annette wanted to deny his words, even privately to herself. But she knew the truth of them. And now that the threat of death wasn’t mashed up against the fear of being fucked by multiple strangers, she knew it was likely her arousal would be stronger than any petty resistance she might otherwise entertain.
After all, a part of her wanted to fall into this dream and just feel—like Anton wanted her to. She wanted his attention to remain on her and not on the dark-haired ballerina.
Before her thoughts could stray much farther, Annette felt the cream beginning to work its horrible evil magic unt
il the only part of her that felt real was between her legs. Without her conscious control, she began to writhe and struggle.
Without the immediate fears for her sister distracting her, the cream was even more potent than it had been the night before. The power of it was more primal and savage than she’d remembered.
In moments, hands began to stroke her. She couldn’t focus to count how many there were, and she wasn’t sure if Anton was one of the people touching her or if he stood back and observed. She was touched everywhere with a sort of entitlement—as though she were a plaything for all who wanted to partake. Breasts, belly, thighs, the curve of her neck, the side of her face as she leaned into the alien touches and whimpered.
But no one touched her in the one place she so desperately needed to be touched.
“That’s enough,” Anton said. All at once the hands were gone. So none of them had been Anton. What about Sergio? Or Ivan?
After a few minutes of squirming and need, the word “please” fell quiet and plaintive from her lips.
“I’m sorry, kiska, I didn’t hear you.”
“Master, please.” She wondered idly if somehow the cream was more intense each time it got used. She knew this was insane, and it only seemed stronger now because so much more fear had been competing with it the night before. But the thought that her sexual need and arousal could feel any stronger than this was absolutely terrifying.
“Does my little pet need to come?”
“Yes, please please please.” She knew the way she thrust her pussy toward any hand that might wait to touch it was lewd and obscene, but she couldn’t stop the mindless clawing need. She felt like an animal in heat, and the only thing that mattered in her life was to be touched and to have release.
Her inhibitions seemed to melt with each second she was left unsatisfied.
“All right. Let’s play a game.”
She tensed, thinking of Brian’s earlier game, but quickly shook it off. Anton wasn’t Brian.
“I’ll ask you if you will allow something to be done to you. A yes means you have to go through with what you agreed to, and we continue until I decide you deserve to come and allow you pleasure. A no means the game ends and you are left to suffer through your arousal for the next hour until the cream wears off. Then I’ll apply it again and tie you up and leave you to suffer without orgasm until it wears off again. Do you understand these terms?”
Annette shuddered. The idea of having this level of need with no satisfaction for two excruciating hours was more than she wanted to think about. “Yes, Master.”
“Will you let me take the blindfold off?”
Of course that would be the first thing to go. He played such dirty pool. At the same time, being able to see him was better in its way.
“Yes, Master.”
A moment later, the blindfold came off. A quick glance around showed about ten very intrigued male observers circling her, watching. Who knew where their own pets, slaves, or however they referred to them were. This demonstration was something of the most immediate interest to those intending to use the cream to torment their own toys.
“Good girl. It only gets harder from here. Will you crawl to Ivan?” Anton pointed a few feet away to where the ballet master sat in a nearby chair, watching with interest.
“Yes, Master.”
Anton unlocked the shackles around her ankles and wrists and helped her steady herself. “Go to him.”
Annette was sure that if it weren’t for the intense arousal blocking out all rational thought that she wouldn’t have the bravery to do any of this. If reason were playing any part, she could rationalize that the need for an orgasm was never so strong as to override other faculties. She could simply touch herself later. She could wait one hour for this to wear off. But the throbbing insanity between her legs wouldn’t let up. And even the thought of a second hour as punishment seemed unbearable.
And it wasn’t just intense arousal, she had grown increasingly wet in just the past few minutes.
“Kiska? Go to him.”
She tried to not think about how badly she needed to come and instead to focus on Anton’s list of questions and demands. She got on her hands and knees and crawled to Ivan’s chair.
“Good girl. Will you let him fondle your breasts?”
She felt the blush creeping up her neck. Somehow having to verbally agree to every single thing was even more perverse than silently allowing it to happen.
“Yes, Master.”
A breathy whimper escaped her mouth as Ivan’s hands roamed freely over her breasts. He left no bit of skin unexplored, no nerve ending unconquered. He groped and rubbed, and pinched her nipples until she cried out, the pain inexplicably sending a sharper bolt of desire between her legs.
“Will you lie across his lap and allow him to spank you?”
She hesitated a moment, tempted to start asking questions like, how hard? How long? How many? But at Anton’s raised eyebrow she simply said, “Yes, Master.”
Ivan helped her position herself over his lap.
“Anton, come hold her hands out of the way,” he said.
“Will you let me restrain you?” Anton asked.
“Yes, Master.”
She held her hands out and he gripped her wrists. Then Ivan started to spank her. If spanking were the only thing happening, it might have hurt. Ivan was certainly not weak about it. The sting was intense enough to bring tears to her eyes, and yet, still, the most pressing concern was the mindless driving madness between her legs.
After five or six strikes, Ivan stopped and rubbed her heated flesh. One hand moved between her legs, resting there for a moment, driving her even more crazy.
“She’s unbelievably wet. My God I would love to fuck that. Anton?”
“Sorry, no. I promised no one else would fuck her tonight.”
“Master, please,” Annette begged, because Ivan fucking her sounded like about the best thing in the world right about then. Even though she’d been scared about the possibility of being passed around, now, with arousal shortcircuiting her fears, she would have let them all have their turn with her. She imagined Ivan large and thick and hard pushing inside her with so many eyes on her, letting him pound her into oblivion while she bucked like a wild animal beneath him.
“Oh, you want him to fuck you?” Anton asked, amused.
“Anything. Please, I’ll do anything. I need to come. Please.”
“Perhaps. But we aren’t done with our game yet.” Anton glanced at the watch on his wrist. “You know, it’s only been twenty minutes since we started. Can you stand forty more of this?”
The tears began to flow quickly down her cheeks. She couldn’t help it. The idea that he might allow this torture to go on for forty more minutes was more than she could cope with.
Anton helped her off Ivan’s lap, Ivan stood, and then Anton took his seat.
“We aren’t finished. Will you get down on your knees and beg me to let you come?”
“Yes, Master.” She got on her knees in front of him and said, “Please let me come.”
“No points for creativity, but this is a demonstration of obedience, so I’ll accept it. Will you suck my cock in front of everyone here?”
“Yes, Master.” Annette was beginning to wonder if there actually was anything she would say no to if the end of the game promised release.
“Will you let strangers touch you while you do it?”
“Yes, Master.” This thought excited her more.
She fumbled with his pants to get his cock free and took him into her mouth, still unable to believe she was doing any of this. She was by no means an expert at this activity, but the sounds Anton began to make after a few minutes led her to believe that whatever she might lack in skill, she made up for in enthusiasm.
As she sucked, other men began to touch her. One pushed three fingers inside her and she squirmed against him, hoping to be able to steal an orgasm.
“Careful,” Anton said, “I’m not ready for
her to come.”
The hands moved to other safer places, her breasts, her thighs. When Anton came, she swallowed without giving it a thought—a thing she’d never done before but which seemed no big deal in such possessed circumstances.
Someone else walked up and placed a long smooth steel object in Anton’s hand. It glistened with a clear gel.
“Will you let me fuck your asshole with this? I’ll be gentle, and it’s very narrow. Remember, your orgasm depends on it.”
Annette only hesitated for a moment. “Yes, Master.”
He positioned her over his lap much like she’d been with Ivan and nudged her legs apart. She felt the wetness drip down her thighs. She gasped as Anton worked the cold, lubed steel inside her ass. He slowly pushed it in, then pulled it out, as her muscles contracted against it. He repeated this action for several minutes as her excitement drove higher.
When he was finished tormenting her with the toy, he helped her stand and guided her to a leather padded table.
“Will you lie on the table and spread your legs wide for us?”
“Yes, Master.” Before she got on the table, she looked at him plaintively “Please please, let me come,” she said for his ears only.
He touched the side of her face. “Soon. Be a good girl.”
She climbed up on the table, lay down, and spread her legs. The group of men who’d been watching the demonstration unfold, moved to circle the table.
“Will you allow us to penetrate you with toys?”
“Yes, Master.”
What proceeded next was a string of men each climbing on the table and fucking her with various sized dildos and vibrators. Dildos made of glass, some of steel. Some with bumps and ridges. Some fat and bulbous, some thinner. Some vibrated and were set on a setting too low for her to come despite being so worked up and desperate. Annette felt as though even the slightest touch should set her off by this point, but these men knew what they were doing. They knew how to touch, where to touch, how much pressure to apply, how much speed to take her just to the edge and then back off.
