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  Kim saw Jake's face crease with pleasure. As Nina pulled her hand away from the dildo Jake drew his legs together to hold it in place. His eyes closed and he gave a little grunt of contentment.

  Adam apparently knew what was required of him. He climbed up onto the bed and crouched behind Nina. Taking his rubber-covered erection in his hand, the rubber glistening with Kim's juices, he guided it down between her pert buttocks.

  'Yessss,' Nina urged, peering over her shoulder at him.

  Kim saw him nudge his cock into her anus. There appeared to be no resistance, but as the phallus slid forward Nina gave an odd keening yelp and shuddered.

  The three-headed monster on the bed began to undulate. Jake bucked to force his cock in and out of Nina as Adam did the same, not alternating their inward thrusts, but coordinating them. Adam used both hands to grasp Nina's breasts, squashing them back against her chest. The film star moaned and whimpered, throwing her head back. Adam freed one hand and gathered her long black tresses in it, pulling her head back even further, like a rider trying to reign in a horse.

  Kim struggled against her bonds. She felt terribly left out, her orgasm not enervating her but leaving her wanting more. Not only could she see what Nina was experiencing, she seemed to feel it too. She knew exactly what it felt like to have two cocks buried in her body, and every thrust by the men produced a wave of feeling in her own sex. But it was not only a physical torture - watching what was happening on the bed and not being able to join in - but a mental one. Jake Ashley had hardly used her at all, and apart from allowing her to suck briefly on his cock he had shown no inclination to use her either. She desperately wanted to feel that hard, gnarled phallus plunging inside her. She wanted to be his slave.

  Nina's cries were reaching a crescendo, the two cocks screwing into her with relentless ferocity. She was pushing back and down on them with quite as much energy, sweat rolling down her back, the loose hairs that had escaped Adam's grasp plastered across her face. Her arms were stretched out in front of her, hands clawing at Jake's shoulders. Finally, with every muscle in her body strained and rigid, she yelled for them to stop. Instantly both men did exactly that.

  Nina shook her head, freeing her hair from Adam's clutches. Kim saw Nina panting for breath, her chest rising and falling violently. She pushed down on both phalluses, but then did nothing else, her body in stasis, waiting for her orgasm to break. Suddenly she threw her head back and ground her hips from side to side, squirming against both men.

  'Oh God...' she hissed. Then she gave a loud, piercing scream. Her climax raked through her body, every muscle quivering. For a long moment she stayed like that, her muscles locked, her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut. Then the tension melted away and she collapsed on top of Jake, no energy left to support herself.

  She rested for a moment, sandwiched between the two men, allowing all the little tremors of orgasm to play through her body. But it was not long before she recovered.

  'Off,' she said to Adam. The male slave pulled his cock from her. The rubber was dripping with her juices. 'Cut her down,' she said.

  As Adam scrambled to his feet, Nina pulled herself off Jake. She knelt at his side and kissed him full on the mouth, crushing their lips together, while she gripped his cock and wanked it aggressively. 'Having fun, sweetness?' she said, breaking away. Before he could answer she dipped her head down to his belly and swallowed his erection, taking the whole thing into her mouth so deep her lips were nestled in his pubic hair. He opened his legs so she could thrust the dildo deeper into his arse.

  Adam operated the switch on the bedside chest. The brass arm descended, lowering the hook. Adam detached the cuffs from it and allowed Kim to lower her arms. They had been stretched above her head for so long they were weak and almost completely numb.

  'Take the cuffs off her and bring her over here,' Nina said, straightening up.

  Adam unbuckled the leather cuffs and let them fall to the floor. Kim discovered her legs were having trouble supporting her weight, and she staggered to the bed with Adam's arms around her for support.

  'On your knees, here,' Nina ordered abruptly.

  Kim looked at Jake. She was gratified to see that he was staring at her body, his eyes focussed on the smooth black basque cinched so tightly around her waist. She dropped to her knees on the mattress and Nina reached forward, took both her cheeks in her hands and kissed her on the mouth, crushing their lips together as enthusiastically as she had with Jake. Then, without breaking the kiss, she pushed Kim back on the bed and rolled on top of her, ironing her luscious flesh against her. Being embraced by a woman was still a new enough experience for Kim to find it overwhelming, the planes and angles of a woman's body completely different from a man. As her tongue explored Kim's mouth, Nina forced her thigh between Kim's legs, spreading them apart. She pushed it up until it was hard against her sex and Kim could feel her labia being squashed and the copious juices that leaked out of her sex smearing across Nina's smooth flesh.

  The woman angled her thigh slightly and flexed her muscle so it ground against Kim's clitoris, producing a huge jolt of pleasure. Despite her orgasm, or perhaps exactly because of it, the frustration she had felt at watching Nina take the two men was extreme. Every nerve in her body seemed to be alive and crawling with need. Nina's artful body, the way she squirmed her chest so their rock hard nipples were dragged from side to side while using the same rhythm to rub her thigh subtly across her clitoris, made matters worse. Kim had never been so turned on. She could still feel the impression of Adam's cock in her sex, like a key pressed into soap, and she needed that again.

  And she got it. She got more than that.

  Nina rolled her onto her side. Instantly Kim felt Jake moving up behind her, spooning his body into hers, his hard wet cock butting into her bottom. Clearly he was in no mood for further delay either. He wrapped his arms around her and pushed his hands down between the two women until they were cupping Kim's breasts. She felt his fingers pinching at her nipples and moaned loudly as new waves of pleasure coursed through her.

  'Sensitive, isn't she?' he murmured.

  'Very,' agreed Nina, huskily.

  Nina kissed Kim again, her vibrant tongue plunging into her mouth, their lips mashed together. Jake stabbed with his hips. His cock lanced between Kim's legs. With unerring accuracy it found the mouth of her vagina and thrust up into it, her natural lubrication so generous it was able to plunge right up to the hilt without the slightest resistance. It was hot, incredibly hot, like a red-hot poker. She felt her sex convulse and was sure it had produced yet another gushing torrent of juices. He screwed his hips forward as if to get it as deep as it would go.

  Kim could not believe the sensations that were assailing her. Jake's body was hard; his chest and belly and legs as hard as the cock that was buried inside her. In complete contrast Nina felt soft and melting, her pliant breasts melding into her own.

  Kim was already coming. Every nerve in her body was exploding with pleasure. She seemed to be able to feel every inch of Jake's cock, the bulbous glans and the jutting ridge at its base, and the long gnarled shaft, the silky wet flesh of her vagina clinging to it. Her pleasure seemed to be renewing itself from microsecond to microsecond almost as if she were having orgasm after orgasm, the feeling so intense she could not think any more - only feel.

  For minutes, or was it hours? Jake stayed like this, not moving his cock at all, content to leave it inside her. But then somewhere in the miasma of sensation she was experiencing she felt it withdraw. She started to protest, but before she could actually say anything the wet glans was poking into the hollow of her anus. It was so wet here again there was no resistance and she felt him plunging into the depths of her smaller, tighter passage. This only provoked a new set of delights. The pain was intense, more intense than the last time, but her arousal was so extreme that the gap between the wave of pain and the exquisite and unique pleasure that followed was almost non-existent. She couldn't say it made her come
because she was already in the throes of an orgasm, but it kicked her to new heights, her body rippling with ecstasy.

  And it wasn't over yet. Grasping her body tightly in his arms, Jake rolled over onto his back, so Kim was lying supine on top of him. Her pleasure had forced her eyes closed, but this manoeuvre made her open them. Through hazy vision she saw Nina signalling to Adam, who was kneeling on the bed again. Quickly he positioned himself over Kim and directed his cock between her labia. With Jake underneath her sex was angled up towards the slave and his glans slid down to her vagina.

  'No...' she cried. But she realised immediately that she didn't mean it.

  'Do it,' Nina ordered firmly.

  Adam thrust forward. His rubber-covered cock glided effortlessly into Kim. She didn't suppose she would ever forget that feeling. Jake's throbbing cock was filling her anus, stretching the tender flesh. And now, right alongside it and only separated from it by the thinnest of membranes, she felt another virile and demanding penis invading her. Two cocks. The words echoed in her head just as they had at the club.

  Again there was pain. And again there was ecstatic pleasure. This time the rapture she felt was not an extension of her orgasm but an entirely new one; an orgasm so sharp it made her scream, tossing her head from side to side.

  She knew Jake was coming. He pumped in and out of her a few times then thrust back as deep as he could go.

  His penis began to spasm violently. In seconds jets of hot spunk were spattering into her. She whimpered with delight. But the orgasmic convulsions of Jake's cock squashed so closely against Adams made the slave come too. Kim felt Adam's phallus pulse just as violently, though with the thick condom covering it she could not feel his semen. But it didn't matter. The sensation of both men jerking and twitching in the tight confines of her body was enough to send her into another orgasm, as high and as deep as anything she had yet experienced.

  She wasn't at all sure what happened next. Her body was so sensitised, so open and electrified every new feeling brought a cascade of pleasure so extreme her mind refused to take it all in. She felt herself being lifted and laid on the bed. She saw Nina sucking at Jake's cock, hoovering up the drops of spunk that still clung to it. Then the woman was straddling her shoulders, pressing her sex down on her lips, while she bent forward and sucked eagerly on Kim's labia.

  Kim managed to look across at Jake who was kneeling now, his eyes looking back at her, staring at her, their hypnotic quality as strong as ever. She would do anything for him, she knew.

  Anything.

  He was her master now.

  Chapter Seven

  There were sixty-one panels cladding the longest walls and thirty-two on the other two. Kim had counted them all three or four times. There was nothing else to do.

  She had been taken back to her cell by Marsha and stripped of the basque, stockings and shoes. Marsha had said nothing, giving her no indication of what was likely to happen next. When she left the door was locked securely. Kim had showered, curled up on the thin mattress, and gone straight to sleep.

  She had no idea what time Marsha had arrived next morning with her breakfast, but again the major-domo said nothing, silently laying the tray on the floor and leaving, the door once again locking behind her.

  Eating the meal had proved to be the high spot of the morning. Kim had written and rewritten her story over and over again in her head. It would undoubtedly be front page news all over the world. She sat trying to reel off Nina Berry's many credits. It seemed extraordinary that the woman she had seen in so many films, the woman who had kissed and caressed so many men on the big screen, had actually kissed and caressed her so intimately, let alone that she was involved with Jake Ashley.

  But after she had mentally drafted the story and memorised every word of it there was simply nothing else to do. She certainly had plenty of time to consider her own feelings. She had never really thought of herself as someone who had any secret sexual fantasies. Sex to her had always been a straightforward business. She liked to think she had chosen her lovers well and had always picked men who were strong and able sexually, and who made sure they did not take their own pleasure first before seeing to hers. She had never entertained the least desire to indulge in games of masters and slaves with any of them, which was why she found it so astonishing that she should respond so unequivocally to such treatment.

  She wondered what would have happened if she hadn't picked up one of Jake Ashley's books. Would this well of sexual desire have remained untapped? Or would it have gradually begun to assert itself. She worried that perhaps she was responding to an impulse that the books had created rather than one that had always been buried deep inside her. But she could not believe that what she had experienced last night could be based on such a superficial fancy. The fact that her responses had been so profound was surely an indication that the idea of total submission and the bondage it seemed inevitably to entail, reached deep into her psyche, though why or how it did she hadn't the faintest idea.

  Being left alone with nothing to do was part of the conditioning new slaves were exposed to. She knew that from his books. Being naked she was constantly aware of her body. Her labia, her anus, her buttocks and her nipples were all sore and tingled every time she moved, making it impossible to forget the sexual agenda. That was exactly what the slaves in Jake's books had felt.

  She had an almost irresistible desire to masturbate. She would have loved to stick three fingers deep into her sex while her other hand frotted at her clit, crudely and energetically. It would only have taken a matter of seconds to make her come. But she resisted the temptation. The trouble was, there was nowhere in the room or in the alcove that formed the shower room, where she could hide from the two mirrors, one opposite the door and one over the washbasin, and she had a feeling they were like eyes that watched her constantly.

  They probably were.

  In the books the slaves' cells had all been equipped with hidden video cameras, the master being able to observe all his slaves by switching channels on televisions in his study, and his bedroom.

  But it wasn't only that. Though she'd not been told she mustn't touch herself, doing so felt like disobedience. She belonged to him now. It was up to him when and if she took her pleasure. She did not want him to see her masturbating.

  Where her need to get away and file her story fitted into that scenario she wasn't at all sure. Since she'd arrived in New York her sexual agenda seemed to have taken over everything. Of course her professional mission had changed; a profile of the reclusive writer was one thing - a story involving him with Nina Berry quite another. If she was thinking purely of her professional career she should perhaps have looked for the first opportunity to get out of there. But the thought of running away appalled her. And Audrey had spoken of other prominent people; businessmen and politicians. She should certainly try to stick around for a few more days to find out if that claim was true. At least that gave her the professional excuse she was looking for to justify the fact that she had no intention of leaving - just yet.

  Hopefully after a few days, she told herself, she might become inured to the effects of whatever she was reacting to so strongly, and would no longer be in its thrall. She had always thought of herself as a modern, liberated and independent woman, and the thought that she should actually allow herself to become literally enslaved to a man appalled her on an intellectual level. But her body appeared to be unencumbered by such precepts. She had to be careful not to think too much about exactly what had happened last night, for fear of provoking another bout of feelings that created an itch in her sex she would find hard not to scratch.

  So instead she counted.

  She counted the wooden planes, and the numbers of nails, and the buttons in the mattress. She tried to remember nursery rhymes and the plots of her favourite movies.

  Eventually she heard footsteps outside the door. The key ground in the lock.

  It was Marsh again, holding another tray of food and the same
holdall. 'Eat this, shower and get ready,' she said brusquely, and then stared into Kim's lap. 'And you'll need to shave down there, too. Make sure you're completely smooth.' She placed the tray on the floor, dropped the holdall on the bed, then left, slamming and locking the door again.

  Kim hadn't realised how hungry she was. She picked up an apple and munched it eagerly as she emptied the contents of the bag onto the bed. There was a pair of black hold ups with a black lace welt, and a lacy almost transparent body. Naturally the gusset of the body had been removed. The shoes were just as high as she had worn last night, with tapering heels. There was a pair of long black lace gloves and a thick leather belt, attached to each side of which were two short chains, each secured to a metal handcuff. The make-up case was also in the bag.

  The food consisted of cold chicken, vegetables and fruit, with a large jug of water and two bread rolls. Kim eagerly consumed it all. She was so ravenous she thought it was probably later than she'd imagined, early evening rather than mid-afternoon.

  Beneath the hot cascading shower she felt her excitement bringing to increase. She wasn't thinking about her story now - only what Jake Ashley had in mind for her. All the slaves in his books had one single aim; to spend as much time with the master as they possibly could, no matter what indignities he heaped upon them. Kim realised that was precisely what she felt. But she knew too, that if the way this house was run was a model for the 'chateau' in the books, she, like the fictional slaves, could be sadly disappointed.

  She took the razor she'd found on the washbasin and lathered up her mons and labia, carefully shaving the delicate area. The process of doing this aroused her further.

  Kim made herself up in the strong colours that had been provided, using more than the usual amount of mascara and eye-liner as well as the darker tone of eye shadow, applied a thick coat of the ruby-red lipstick, then covered that with lip gloss. She wormed into the tight body, which had been woven with lycra to give it a clinging quality, the bodice pressing her breasts back slightly though giving them no support. The black stockings were sheer, with a fully-fashioned heel and a seam. She rolled them up her long legs, strapped on the shoes, the heels increasing her height dramatically, then pulled on the lacy gloves, which reached almost to her armpits. She had noticed the effect the stockings had on her legs, highlighting the creamy flesh above them, and the gloves had the same effect on her arms, the two or three inches of flesh above them appearing as soft as the nap of a peach.