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  'I thought that's what you wanted,' Kim said.

  'It is. Do you know what to do now?'

  'No.'

  'Don't you remember? In the book, the one Johnny wants to film. The two girls together while the master watches...'

  Kim remembered the scene vividly. Even though she had read so many of Ashley's books, a lot of the scenes were lodged in her memory. As much as she tried to hide it from herself, they had aroused her when she read them, so she guessed she should not have been surprised that they had the same effect in reality.

  'Is - is that what you want?' she asked uncertainly.

  'Yes, it is what I want.'

  Kim went back to the cupboard. If Candy wanted to enact the scene Ashley had written, Kim was determined to do exactly that. She took out a gag; a large rubber ball that had been drilled through the centre so a leather strap could be passed through it.

  'Open your mouth,' she said, pulling Candy's head back. She could see the excitement dancing in the blonde's eyes.

  'You're as turned on as I am, you little bitch,' Candy hissed.

  Kim forced the gag between her lips. It was so large her mouth was held open, her lips pursed around it. She buckled the strap tightly around the girl's head.

  The fact that this was so unexpected and so far removed from anything she had ever done before, combined with being in New York in this strange room, gave the whole experience a dreamlike quality. That didn't mean it was any less arousing. Her nipples were knotted into little peaks and the crotch of the white lacy panties was distinctly damp.

  Back at the metal cupboard Kim took out a large dildo. It was made from rubber and moulded to resemble the veining on an erect male phallus. She took out one of the whips, too. It resembled a pony's tail tied into a braided leather handle.

  Returning to the post Kim lightly flipped the lashes of the whip against Candy's side, then tucked it under her arm. Very slowly, measuring her own reaction as she did so, she ran her hand down over the girl's fleshy rump. She allowed her hand to curl inward, pushing between the girl's thighs until she felt the soft rubbery labia of the girl's sex. She had never touched a woman here before. Tentatively she pushed her fingers deeper, immediately feeling the wetness and heat of her vagina. She thrust one finger into the silky wet tube. Candy's sex seemed to be sucking it in.

  Candy made an exaggerated moaning noise and pushed her bum back as much as the bondage permitted, so Kim's finger was driven deeper. Her sex clenched around it strongly.

  The extraordinary thing was that Kim's sex reacted in exactly the same way. She felt a jolt of arousal that plucked at her clitoris and her vagina clenched exactly as if it had been penetrated. This had all happened so quickly she'd not had time to develop any expectations, but she certainly hadn't expected this. As she felt the velvety interior of Candy's sex throb, her own throbbed too. Emboldened by her arousal she pushed another finger in alongside the first, then screwed them both around and pushed them deeper until her knuckles were hard up against the blonde's hairless labia. She had done this to herself many times, and the interior of Candy's vagina felt exactly the same, the flesh wet and pliant.

  Kim pulled her fingers out and replaced them with the tip of the phallus she was holding in her other hand. She thrust it forward and watched as it sunk so deep into Candy's sex that only the butt end was visible. Again she felt her own sex react exactly as if it was the recipient of this penetration. In the book, in the scene Candy wanted to act out, the girl had been whipped while she was made to hold a large dildo in her cunt.

  'Hold it there,' Kim said breathlessly. She saw Candy clench the cheeks of her bottom and her thighs together, the flesh folding around the end of the dildo. She stood back. There was no doubt in her mind that the sight of Candy tied so tightly to the post, the leather straps and white rope biting into her soft flesh, was terribly arousing. Ashley had conjured up this image in his books time and time again, and she had never failed to respond to it. But the reality made her realise exactly what she was responding to. She knew the image was exciting because she was imagining herself in that position, bound and powerless with a big gag filling her mouth, and that realisation shocked her.

  She plucked the whip from under her arm and tried to concentrate on what she was supposed to be doing. She raised the whip and sliced it down onto Candy's buttocks, but the stroke was ineffectual and made little impact. Kim raised the whip again. This time she swished it down harder. There was a loud thwacking noise and Candy's buttocks trembled. The blonde moaned and wriggled her buttocks as far as her bondage would permit.

  Kim cut the whip down again and again. Every time the whip landed Candy's reaction to the sudden surge of pain made her unclench her buttocks and allowed the dildo to slip down her greasy vagina. She saw Candy struggling to keep the dildo in place, trying to push it back up by squirming her thighs together. As she could not bend her knees this was proving difficult.

  Each stroke had reddened her white flesh and Kim could feel the heat it was generating. She moved around to the front of the post and looked into Candy's eyes. They were blazing with excitement. The blonde pulled her body back as far as she could, so the chain attached to her nipple ring made her nipple stretch taut, her breast elongated too.

  She threw her head back and tossed it from side to side, pushing her belly against the post and frotting her pubis against it.

  Kim could see she was coming, every muscle in her body suddenly locked and rigid. She shuddered and gave a long low moan, before she went so completely limp that if she had not been tied to the post she would have fallen to the floor.

  The effect this had on Kim was just as dramatic. She thought she might come too. Her nipples knotted, and deep inside her vagina a new flood of juices was running down the inner walls. She moved behind Candy and raised her hands to undo the gag. It was dripping with saliva.

  'Christ, you've got hidden talents,' Candy panted. 'That was real good. Every time that dildo slipped down it was so fucking frustrating because I wanted it jammed right up in me, but the frustration's all part of it. Jake's a clever bastard. This was all his idea. See, he knows exactly what drives women wild.'

  Kim unbuckled the belts.

  'Guess it's your turn now,' Candy said. 'Look at you, you're aching for it, aren't you?'

  'I don't know what I feel,' Kim said. But it was a lie. She mounted the chair and untied the white ropes that bound Candy's wrists. Finally she unclipped one end of the chain from the single nipple ring.

  The blonde moaned as she lowered her arms, rubbing her wrists to restore the circulation. Then she bent her legs and extracted the dildo from between her thighs, half of the shaft still buried in her sex. She brought it up to her mouth and licked off the juices enthusiastically.

  'Hey, I taste real good,' she said, grinning. 'So what are we going to do with you now?'

  She unclipped the other end of the chain from the nipple ring and threw it aside, then pulled Kim into her arms and kissed her full on the mouth. Her whole body was hot to the touch and her flesh seemed to mould itself to Kim's body. Kim felt a wave of wonderful new sensations as her breasts were crushed against Candy's. She could feel the ring on her nipple buried deeply in her own malleable flesh.

  As Candy's tongue probed her mouth, her hand worked down between Kim's legs, smoothing over her buttocks. They delved into the cleft between them and were soon exploring lower. Kim gasped as the fingers touched the mouth of her vagina. Instead of penetrating her she felt them slowly circling the opening. She hadn't realised this area was so sensitive, and gasped as a rush of feelings rippled through her, the sound gagged on Candy's tongue.

  'Come over here,' Candy said, breaking the kiss and taking Kim by the hand. She led her the few steps to the bed. 'Wait here.'

  Candy opened the metal cupboard. She came back with a silk sleeping mask with elasticated sides. 'Put this on,' she said.

  'Listen, I'm not sure...'

  'Trust me woman, I know what you need.'
/>   Kim fitted the mask over her eyes. It was padded on the inside so it pressed down on her eyelids, cutting out all the light.

  She felt Candy's hands pulling her down onto the bed. 'That's it,' the blonde said. 'Lie on your back.'

  Kim lay on the bed. Immediately she felt her left wrist being pulled over her head. Something soft was being wrapped around it. She knew what it was.

  'No,' she said at once. But even though her mind was screaming that this was a very bad idea, that being spread-eagled helplessly across the bed in the apartment of a total stranger who had already demonstrated a penchant for kinky sex, was a very bad idea, her body appeared to have other ideas and refused to protest, remaining absolutely passive. It allowed her other arm to be drawn across to a corner of the bed, then both legs to be splayed out and bound into the leather cuffs at the bottom.

  'Very pretty.'

  The blindfold was perfect. Without it Kim would have felt terribly self-conscious. But the odd thing was that being unable to see herself tricked her mind into thinking that she could not be seen either. The blindfold guaranteed a kind of anonymity.

  The leather cuffs stretched her right across the bed, and there was no play in the ropes attached to them. The position of her arms held spread above her head lifted her pectoral muscles and pulled at her breasts, which seemed to be tingling all over. Her sex too, completely exposed by having her thighs forcibly spread apart, was alive with sensation. All the feelings that Jake Ashley had ascribed to the female slaves in his books as they had been bound and rendered helpless, the extraordinary mixture of aching pain and cramps and the overwhelming passion this position seemed to produce, were racing through Kim's body, turning it into a seething mass of nerve-endings. She was unable to keep still, wriggling and squirming against her bonds, undulating her hips in a slow but unmistakably erotic rhythm.

  Kim felt Candy's weight moving on the bed beside her.

  'So needy,' the American whispered.

  'Yes,' Kim agreed. There was no point in lying now.

  She started as she felt Candy's fingers touch her neck. They trailed down between her breasts to her flat belly, then began fingering her thick pubic hair. 'Jake would have you shaved,' she said.

  'I know,' Kim said breathlessly. She knew that any second now the girl would move her hand lower. There was absolutely nothing she could do to stop her. No female had ever touched her down there.

  The girl's weight shifted again. Kim sensed she was leaning over her. She felt hot breath blowing against her right nipple, then Candy's lips were surrounding it, sucking it gently into her welcoming mouth. Kim moaned.

  The blonde pinched the hard bud of flesh between her teeth, then drew it up until the whole of Kim's generous breast was suspended by it. Then quite deliberately she opened her mouth and let the breast fall back, the heavy flesh bouncing against her chest and causing a huge jolt of exquisite sensation.

  Candy moved her head across to the left. She clamped her teeth around the nipple there and pulled it up until Kim's breast was stretched taut, then let it go. Again Kim felt a rush of pleasure.

  Exactly at that moment the American pushed her hand down over Kim's sex. At first she covered the whole area, pressing down firmly, squashing the labia, the tip of her middle finger touching the hole of her anus, the copious juices of Kim's vagina smeared against her palm. Then very slowly she moved her hand up, crooking her middle finger so it was dragged into the slit of Kim's labia. Kim moaned loudly as the finger butted against her clit, and louder still when Candy flicked the little bundle of nerves from side to side.

  'Is this what you want, honey? Candy whispered, lowering her face to Kim's ear. 'Is this what you've always dreamed about?'

  Kim didn't know. Before she had ever picked up one of Jake Ashley's books she'd never dreamt of anything so outré. What he had written, the ideas and images he had created, had undoubtedly affected her, but until she'd stepped into this strange room - a replica, she remembered now, of one of the punishment rooms in the books - she hadn't realised exactly how profound that effect had been.

  Candy's fingers took hold of her clit and pinched it. Then they moved away. Kim felt something cold replacing them. It nudged down into the whole length of her labia, spreading them apart. She knew what it was, of course. Candy had picked up the dildo. A humming noise filled the air and strong vibrations seized Kim's vulva, her clit pulsing violently as it oscillated against the rubber phallus.

  'Oh God...' Forgetting she was bound Kim tried to close her legs, but the sharp jerk of the ankle cuffs reminded her that she had no such freedom, and that in turn provided her with a new jolt of pleasure. Deliberately this time, she tried to wrestle her arms down, the total constraint of the cuffs winding her feelings ever tighter.

  'You remember what I was saying about frustration?'

  'Yes...' Kim gasped huskily.

  'Well...' Candy pulled the vibrator away.

  'No!' Kim screamed.

  'There's where Jake is so good. Anyone can just get fucked. But he knows that the real art is to give a little - then take it away. The more you're denied the more you want, the more you want the more you're denied.' She jammed the dildo into Kim's wide open vagina, thrusting it right up as far as it would go. Kim's momentary frustration was instantly relieved. The vibrations were deep inside her sex now, spreading out from the neck of her womb. She felt her cunt clench around the phallus as strongly as any fist.

  'Oh yes, yes...' she moaned, tossing her head from side to side, her orgasm beginning to well up inside her.

  'Oh no...' Candy said, pulling the vibrator out.

  'No!' Kim cried.

  'You see?' Candy said proudly. 'The frustration is terrible, but it only makes you want it more.'

  'Please...' Kim had never wanted anything more in her life. She arched off the bed in the vain hope of making contact with the buzzing vibrator. The blindfold made it worse, concentrating all her feelings on her cunt.

  She felt Candy's body moving again. For a moment she thought she was going to get off the bed and leave her there. That caused a sensation of panic that raised her tortured nerves to a new pitch.

  'Please...' she repeated earnestly. She wriggled and writhed against her bonds, trying to sit up, trying to bring her hand down to her sex to relieve the incredible aching frustration she was feeling, trying to do anything to achieve her thwarted pleasure. She rolled her hips and strained to bring her thighs together, hoping she would be able to close them enough to put pressure on her clitoris. It would not take much. But her legs were much too far apart to attain this goal.

  Candy pressed the dildo into her labia again and Kim sighed with relief, the vibrations hard against her clit.

  'Oh God, that's... that's...'

  She felt her whole body tense, every nerve focussed on her sex.

  Laughing, Candy pulled the dildo away for a third time.

  'No...' Kim pleaded again. Now she was angry. 'Put it back, you bitch. Put the damn thing back.'

  'Oh, now we're turning nasty. Say please.'

  Kim tried to twist herself free. It was useless. The leather cuffs gave not an inch. 'Please,' she begged, in a more conciliatory tone.

  'Pretty please.'

  'Pretty please,' Kim moaned grudgingly.

  'When I was with Jake, when I was one of his slaves, he liked to watch me do this. He said I had a penchant for torturing and teasing the female slaves. I think it was because I loved being tortured and teased myself. Do you think that could be it?'

  'Please, Candy.'

  'Didn't realise how desperate you could get, did you? If you meet Jake it gets much worse than this.'

  Every nerve in Kim's body felt as though it was stretched like piano wire. On the blank screen of her mind she suddenly saw an image of the master; sitting, watching, staring at her naked and exposed body. It added a new twist to her excitement. But she still needed that last touch.

  Candy nudged the tip of the dildo into the mouth of Kim's glistening wet
vagina, but did not press it home. Kim tried to strain down onto it. Then suddenly Candy dipped her head forward and pressed the flat of her tongue hard against Kim's clit, ironing it back against her body, then dragging it from side to side. At the same time she thrust the large vibrating dildo deep into Kim's cunt, as deep as it had been before.

  Kim was overwhelmed with sensation. The jolt of pleasure from her clit as Candy's tongue wormed against it combined with the huge wave of sensation from the vibrations in her vagina and the two danced together, weaving themselves into an orgasm that seemed to pull her up off the bed like an invisible hand, her limbs stretched against the bonds as though on some medieval rack.

  She heard herself screaming with pleasure, though the noise seemed a long way away. It felt as if her sex had been opened and a set of raw nerves exposed. At the centre of it all she saw a man, his eyes staring into her sex, his expression sardonic and knowing, one thick eyebrow slightly arched.

  It was Jake Ashley's face.

  'So where is this club?'

  They were in Candy's sitting room again, drinking another bottle of white wine.

  'Upper East Side.'

  'So when can we go?' Kim asked.

  'Tomorrow night. But you'll need something to wear.'

  'It's all right, I've got a couple of good cocktail dresses.'

  Candy laughed. 'That's not what I mean.' She got to her feet and walked across the room. She had put the black T-shirt back on but not the leggings, and as she stooped to pick something off an old antique desk, Kim could see her shaven labia nestling between her legs. The sight gave her an odd sensation, somewhere between lust and interest. She was having trouble accepting that less than half-an-hour ago she had not only been kissed and touched by a woman for the first time, but had allowed herself to be bound and rendered helpless, experiencing a whole new set of sexual feelings as a result.

  Candy walked back. 'Here.' She handed Kim a neatly printed business card. 'You'll need to go and see them. You've got to wear something special. You'll see.'