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  The Senator shuffled behind his wife. Through misty eyes Kim watched him stroke her mons. His middle finger delved down into the slit of her sex, and crooked up to her clitoris. Vanda moaned, her head lolling back onto her husband's chest.

  'She's really something,' he grunted, gazing down at their trussed prize.

  For a moment a silence hung over the all those gathered there, then Vanda lowered herself, squatting over Kim's face. Slowly she pressed her hairless sex down onto Kim's mouth. The supine girl instinctively extended her tongue, nudging it into the deep groove between the woman's labia, searching for her clit. It was large and swollen. Kim flicked at it with her tongue and felt it flex. Vanda stiffened and moaned.

  A weight settled on the mattress by her side, but Vanda's smothering bottom obscured her sight. A hand, presumably the Senator's, began stroking her thigh, moving between the top of the stocking and the bare flesh above it. Vanda settled further and wriggled her hips from side to side, rubbing her labia across Kim's mouth, her juices smearing the helpless girl's face. At the same time she leant forward slightly. Kim couldn't see what she was doing, but felt something cold and smooth slide between her sex lips. It was the tip of the dildo, she was sure of that.

  Someone in the audience encouraged Vanda, upon which the little dildo thrust up into Kim's wet vagina until the flared based was pressed tightly against her labia.

  But it didn't stay there long. Vanda screwed the dildo around then withdrew it. She directed it down lower to the perfectly circular and puckered hole of Kim's anus. The lubrication it had gathered from her vagina made it slick, and as Vanda pressed Kim's sphincter only resisted momentarily, before allowing the dildo to slide home.

  Kim moaned. Her anus contracted sharply. The muscles and sinews of her body, stretched out so tautly, seemed to give every pulse of pleasure a greater impact, her nerves on tenterhooks.

  'Don't stop,' Vanda chided, settling down again.

  Kim tried to concentrate on the woman's clit, her nose buried deep in Vanda's humid groin, the sticky sap of the woman leaking from it. The woman pressed down even harder, making it difficult for Kim to breathe, her face squeezed tightly between uncompromising thighs.

  'Yes...' Vanda moaned, lifting her head, her eyes closed.

  The weight on the mattress shifted again. Suddenly Kim saw the Senator's cock forcing its way between her heated face and his wife's sex. Vanda toppled forward, upending her vagina so he could plunge his cock into it, his balls flopping against Kim's chin.

  'Suck them,' he grunted through clenched teeth.

  Kim was spinning within a myriad of emotions.

  'Come on,' he repeated angrily, 'suck them. Do as you're told.'

  Kim closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and peeled her lips open, allowing one of his balls to nestle inside her mouth. She heard the Senator groan, his cock jerking violently and pulling against his scrotum. This in turn had a huge affect on Vanda, who reacted at once. She cried out, thrust her buttocks back against her husband so violently his balls were wrenched from Kim's mouth, and came, the muscles of her thighs clamping around Kim's head.

  As soon as her crisis had passed the Senator pulled out of her and disappeared from Kim's sight. Slowly Vanda rocked back onto her heels and got up.

  Kim wearily raised her head. The Senator was standing over her, his erection spearing from his belly, glistening and wet. His wife squeezed it, making the glans swell even further.

  Around the dais Jake's guests were devouring the action. But he stood aloof. He stared straight at Kim, that hypnotic gaze making her heart miss a beat.

  The Senator moved and blocked her view. He knelt between her legs. The effort of keeping her head raised was too uncomfortable, and she let it fall back onto the mattress. She felt the Senator's weeping cock nudging into her sex. With her legs bound so far apart there was nothing she could do to stop it.

  'The little bitch is begging for it,' he wheezed, his face red and sweating from the exertions. But instead of pushing deep he held himself there, the smooth wet glans poised between her equally wet labia.

  'And so are you, aren't you?' his wife crowed. She picked up the whip again, positioned herself behind the bulky mass of her husband, raised her arm, and swiped the whip down onto his naked buttocks to a buzz of approval from the onlookers. The Senator's cock was propelled into Kim's sex, impaling her with one long penetration. She moaned as the breath was shunted from her lungs.

  Vanda cut the whip down again, making the Senator's large buttocks quiver. The force of the initial penetration and the vibrations in her anus had already pitched her to the brink of orgasm. However debauched all this was, however much her mind told her she shouldn't be enjoying it, her body was registering pleasure that wiped away any shame.

  Vanda rained the blows down, each one making the Senator shudder and thrust his cock evermore violently. He groaned loudly and Kim felt him throb inside her.

  A last violent swipe of the whip drove him fully into the depths of her vagina, where the vibrations from the dildo were most extreme. Kim felt a stream of spunk jetting into her, hot and thick, and as it did so she came too.

  Her natural reaction was to wrap her arms and legs around him, but when she tried to do this in the throes of her climax, the sharp reminder that she was bound and completely powerless gave her such a shock she came again. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, her eyes clamped shut by its intensity.

  She was only vaguely aware of the Senator pulling away, but then another sensation made her open her eyes with shock. Vanda had dropped to her knees and was greedily sucking her sex. Kim felt her tongue lapping, licking up the sticky spending of her husband. It was all too much. Kim felt herself coming again. She pulled at the bonds, not trying to free herself but wanting to feel the constriction. This time she screamed as the force of another orgasm overcame her...

  Kim was exhausted, and lay for a long time with her eyes closed, concentrating on the little shocks of pleasure that still played through her body like orgasms in miniature. When she mustered enough strength to open her eyes and raise her head, both the Senator and his wife were gone.

  The other guests had dispersed too - she was alone.

  Chapter Eight

  Kim woke with a start. Light was flooding into her cell from the corridor outside.

  'Get up.'

  The gruff voice was familiar. Kim squinted against the light. Marsha stood silhouetted in the doorway.

  'Get up,' she repeated irritably. She looked as if she too had been roused from her bed, her muscular body wrapped in a white towelling robe.

  Kim rose wearily. Marsha grabbed her wrists and snapped a pair of handcuffs around them. She pulled her forward and out along the corridor. All the other cell doors were closed. She had been taken back to her cell no more than an hour earlier and after a shower had fallen into a deep sleep. According to the clock up in the large hall area it was now two in the morning.

  They walked upstairs, Kim's heart still pumping from the shot of adrenaline being woken so suddenly had caused. But her heart rate increased dramatically as they walked towards Jake's bedroom.

  'Does he want me?' she asked.

  'Be quiet,' Marsha snapped.

  They arrived at the double bedroom doors. Marsha rapped once on the polished surface. 'Wait here,' she said, and walked away.

  Kim waited.

  Eventually the door opened. Jake Ashley stood there wearing a cream silk robe. 'Come in,' he said.

  Kim walked into the bedroom and he shut the door behind her. There was no one else present. Remembering Marsha's instructions she began to get to her knees, but Jake put his hand on her arm to stop her.

  'No need,' he said. 'I haven't yet had a chance to welcome you properly. With Nina here last night, and the party...' He sat in a thickly padded armchair opposite the bed. 'Come and stand in front of me.' He pressed his fingertips together, resting them against his lower lip.

  Kim obeyed. The single motivation of all Slaves of
New York was to spend time with their master, to be given the gift of his time and attention. It was the thought that dominated their every waking hour. Kim now knew exactly how they felt. She had never felt that about any other man. Jake's eyes examined her naked body carefully. 'Raise your arms above your head, Kim.'

  Once again she obeyed immediately. She couldn't remember him using her name before, and it sounded completely different on his lips; exotic and alien.

  Lifting her arms tightened her pectorals and raised her breasts. For long moments he studied them minutely.

  'Sit in that chair,' he finally said, indicating a wing chair in black leather with button-backed upholstery.

  He had not told her to lower her arms, so she sat with them still raised. Apparently this met with approval, as he smiled and said, 'Very good.'

  For a moment he did nothing. She saw his eyes moving across her body. Deep in the folds of his robe she thought she saw a twitch of movement. The effort of keeping her arms raised was already beginning to make her muscles ache.

  'I was sorry you were chosen this evening,' he said quietly. 'I'd have liked to hold you back, but the rules are the rules.

  'Where are you from?'

  'D-Derbyshire,' she stammered, her mouth dry.

  'A lovely part of the country. Most Americans don't have any conception of how beautiful England is. But I could never go back there, of course. The English are rather uptight about what they perceive to be pornography.

  'This is your first time, isn't it?'

  'Yes,' she said, though she wasn't sure what he meant. The first time she'd been chained to a dais and fucked by a man who was having his arse whipped? The first time the man's wife had sucked her? The first time a crowd of people had watched her?

  'You should call me master,' he chided.

  'I didn't know... I mean, no one said...'

  'I know.' He smiled warmly. 'I'm not blaming you. Just do it.'

  'Yes, master.' How many times had she read that in one of his books? It was an incantation to everything she had come to find so arousing. The words seemed to echo across the room, making her tremble.

  'Keep your arms up, Kim,' he said. She had allowed them to bend slightly, trying to ease the pain in her muscles. She forced them back up immediately.

  'So tell me how you got into this. Was it the books?' he prompted.

  'Yes,' she replied honestly. 'I didn't know... I mean.' The pain in her muscles was getting worse. She knew she dare not lower her arms again, but the effort of keeping them raised was distracting her from what she was trying to say.

  'Have you always been submissive?'

  'No,' she said with conviction - then quickly remembered to add, 'Master.'

  'And how did you first discover that you actually are?'

  'By... by reading your books, master.'

  'They turned you on?'

  'Yes, master, they did.' Giving simple answers was so much easier than trying to give explanations.

  'And did you masturbate?'

  The pain in her arms was becoming excruciating. They drooped, but she thrust them up again purposefully, producing a new wave of pain. But the pain was exciting. Already she felt that familiar throbbing deep in her sex.

  'Yes, master.'

  'Because of the scenes in my books?'

  'Yes, master.'

  'You imagined yourself as a slave?'

  'Yes, master, I did.'

  Jake got to his feet. A bulge distended the front of his robe. He walked to the bedside chest and opened the top drawer. Kim heard the metallic clink of what she thought might be a chain. He stood beside her chair and took hold of the central link of the handcuffs, pulling her arms up and taking the pressure off her muscles. Her body screamed with relief - but it was only temporary. When he released the handcuffs the effort to keep her arms up seemed to have doubled.

  'Keep them up,' he warned calmly.

  He slipped a hand into a pocket of his robe and withdrew a thin gold chain. Attached to either end of it was a small rectangle made from surgical steel. A bar cut across the middle of this rectangle. The bar could be moved up and down by means of a screw that passed through the bottom of the rectangle and had a tiny T-bar at the end to enable it to be turned easily.

  Jake stooped down in front of her. She could smell the musky aroma of cologne she had detected before. She inhaled deeply, wanting to imprint it in her brain. He fitted the little rectangle over Kim's already hardened right nipple, so the puckered bud was trapped between the top of the frame and the movable bar. The metal was cold and made her nipple stiffen still further. He began turning the screw, tightening the bar until it bit into the tender flesh.

  'Very good,' he said to himself.

  A sharp pain in her nipple joined the aching torment in her muscles. He stooped again and fitted the rectangle on the other end of the chain over her left nipple, in the same way.

  'Pretty,' he said, standing back to admire his work. He picked up the middle of the chain, which looped down between her cleavage, and pulled it up until her breasts were stretched out and pointing to the ceiling. Then he let go and her breasts fell back against her chest, both nipples stinging with pain.

  Kim gasped and shuddered. 'Please...' she begged.

  'Please what?' He picked up the chain again. If anything he pulled it higher this time, the metal clamps biting into the nipples even more deeply, her breasts stretched to the limit. He let go again, the pain from the release even worse than the stretching. Kim whimpered, desperately trying to keep her arms high above her head. Jake sat down again, moving his chair around slightly so he was directly facing her.

  'Lower your arms and cup your breasts,' he instructed.

  Kim gratefully did as he said. It was heaven. Her muscles sung with relief. She felt as if her arms were floating as she wrapped her hands under her breasts.

  'I want you to put the chain in your mouth,' Jake said, his voice steady and emotionless.

  Kim took the chain and lifted it. It was short, and pulled her breasts upward. Now the pain from her arms had disappeared her body was free to concentrate on her trapped nipples, and she shuddered as the weight of her breasts tugged at them.

  'Very good, Kim,' Jake encouraged.

  He opened his robe and took his erection in his fist.

  'Now hook your left leg over the arm of the chair.'

  Kim did as directed. She could feel the wetness from her sex had smeared against the leather seat.

  'Now the right,' he said. 'Scoot down to the edge.'

  She hooked her right leg over the other arm and shuffled her bottom forward. In this position her thighs were splayed apart and he would be able to see every detail of her sex. She could feel her labia trembling.

  'I want you to show me what you did,' he said.

  'Show you?' The words were mumbled as she tried not to lose the chain from between her lips.

  'I want you to masturbate for me.'

  'No...' She dropped the chain, her breasts bobbing back. Just as it had at the auction, the idea horrified her. She had never let anyone see her private ritual.

  'Yes!' Jake insisted sharply. 'I won't tell you again, Kim. Put the chain back in your mouth and begin. Do you use a dildo?'

  Kim's mind wasn't functioning properly. She was completely flustered, her excitement at being alone with Jake and the extraordinary affect he had on her overwhelmed by the horror at what he was asking her to do. 'A - a dildo?' she spluttered.

  'Yes, to masturbate. Do you ever use a vibrator?'

  'Y-yes... master,' she admitted, her cheeks glowing red. 'B-but I...'

  Jake quickly got to his feet. He went to the bedside chest again and took out a large black rubber phallus. He took it over to her. 'Like this...?'

  Kim felt herself blushing even more. It was ridiculous, she told herself. She had been fucked by two men at the same time, whipped, exposed to all sorts of indignities, but the idea of allowing him to watch her while she brought herself off was just too awful. />
  'If you don't obey me you know what will happen,' he said sternly. 'Don't you?'

  'Yes...' she said sulkily. 'Yes, master, I do.'

  'Then do it. Do not defy me.'

  He handed her the dildo, then took hold of the chain, pulling it up until he could feed it into her mouth. She gasped as the clamps bit into her nipples once more.

  Jake sat down and took his cock in his hand again, wanking gently. 'Begin,' he said, nodding once.

  Kim knew she had to obey. If she did not she would immediately be sent back to the city, and she was definitely not yet ready for that. She had enough to write a good story, but that had become almost the secondary reason for being there. She didn't want to be sent away because that would mean she would never see Jake Ashley again.

  Tentatively, she slid her hands down to her belly. She pushed her right hand over her mons and let her middle finger slide into the crease of her sex. Her clitoris was swollen. She gasped as she touched it, its sensitivity taking her by surprise. After all she'd been through earlier she expected to be sore and inured to more activity. Instead, her clitoris felt wonderfully receptive, responding with a surge of sensation as her finger prodded against it. She moved her other hand down between her thighs, edging the tip of the dildo into the mouth of her vagina.