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“Indeed she does,” responded David. “Now, let’s look at the menu.”

Food was the last thing on Grace’s mind, and she settled for a cheese soufflé and green salad. Then, as the meal progressed and the men chatted, she sipped her champagne, waiting nervously for the cards to be brought round.

It was Amber, dressed in a tight-fitting pale green silk sheath dress who brought them to the table, but there were only two. Grace looked at them in confusion. One said “Club Sandwich” and the other “We hope you have enjoyed your time with us.”

“I don’t understand,” she said to David. “There isn’t a proper choice.”

“It’s a choice,” said David, watching her with interest.

Without another word Grace picked up the “Club Sandwich” card and handed it back to Amber.

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy this,” said the blonde woman with a smile of satisfaction. “It’s one of my favorites.”

Grace knew then that it certainly wasn’t going to be one of hers.

For this fourth trial she was taken down two flights of steps, and when she stepped inside the door David was holding open for her she noticed how cool the air was. It felt as though the room should have been used as a wine cellar. It was very dark, and her eyes took time to adjust, but eventually she saw that the ceiling was very low, there was only one small window set in the farthest corner, and several shadowy figures were seated on small sofas set around the perimeter of the room.

An oak beam was suspended from the ceiling in the middle of the room, with something hanging from it. Her first instinct was to turn and run. There was a darkness here that scared her. Not the darkness of the room, but the darkness of the atmosphere. With so little light, everything and everyone looked menacing.

“Take off your shoes and walk into the middle of the room,” said David. “Then turn and face me. Throughout the trial speak only when asked to speak, unless you want to stop the trial. If that happens you can, of course, say ‘stop’ at any time. You will then go back to our rooms, change back into your own clothes and be driven away as quickly as possible.”

“On my own?” she whispered.

“The trial has begun. I didn’t invite you to speak,” he replied. “Now, take off your shoes.”

This was worse than anything Grace had ever imagined. Her legs began to shake, but she slipped off her shoes and made her way to the center of the room, which had been marked with a large circle on the plush carpet.

Standing there she was able to make out the faces of some of the people sitting watching her. The twins were there, as was Andrew. Will was also back, and of course Amber, plus a man she didn’t remember seeing before.

“Take off your dress for us, Grace, but slowly,” said Andrew. “We want you to excite us.”

Obediently Grace removed her chain belt, holding it in her hands for a few seconds before allowing it to fall to the floor. Then she unfastened the strap of the dress, easing it off her shoulder and pausing before letting the bodice fall forward, exposing her breasts to the watchers in the shadows.

Finally, after waiting a few seconds, she let the dress fall into a pool around her ankles, before stepping out of it and standing facing everyone, her nipples already hard due to the cold air. For a fleeting moment, hearing the sounds of their breathing in the otherwise silent room, she felt a sense of power at the way she’d clearly affected them.

“Now stand under the beam,” said Andrew, and as she obeyed she was aware of some people moving, getting off the sofas and approaching her.

As soon as she was in place a switch was flicked and tiny lightbulbs set in the ceiling above her were switched on. The lighting was subdued and soft, but she realized that now everyone could see her clearly. She wanted to cover her breasts with her arms, or move out of the light, but instead she stood as tall as she could, determined not to let anyone see how scared she was becoming.

Amber and David emerged out of the shadows, Amber’s eyes gleaming with excitement. Working quickly the pair of them spread her legs wide, fastening a spreader board to her ankles to keep her legs from moving. Then David fixed another board between her wrists. Once she was securely fastened with her arms wide apart, he finally spoke.

“Raise your arms above your head, I need to fasten the cuffs to the beam.”

Obediently Grace obeyed, but she was too short and it wasn’t possible. “I’m afraid you need to balance on the balls of your feet,” he said, sounding far from regretful. As soon as she did this he clicked the grips from the beam into her wrist cuffs. “Excellent, we’re almost done,” he said to Amber, who nodded before moving away.

“You look incredibly sexy,” said David appreciatively, running the palm of one hand over her breasts. “Just arch your back a little. You’ll be more comfortable, and it will push your stomach forward, which will help us all. Remember, if you want to end the trial, you merely have to shout ‘stop,’ and no matter what’s happening we will hear you.”

Wondering what he meant by the last part of his sentence, Grace did as she was told. Now he ran his fingers down the tightly stretched flesh of her inner arms, making the muscles twitch beneath his touch. “So delicious,” he said with satisfaction. “Have you got the finishing touch there, Amber?”

With every muscle in her body stretched and taut, Grace waited tensely as Amber and David walked round behind her. Then Amber gripped Grace round the waist to keep her still as David dropped a loose black hood over his lover’s head.

The soft dark material brushed against her face, and suddenly she was in pitch-black darkness. She twisted wildly in panic, causing pain to shoot through her arm muscles. Her first instinct was to shout for the trial to stop, but a pair of strong hands steadied her round the waist, and while that was happening someone else’s hand stroked her back gently, as though calming a frightened animal.

Forcing herself to breathe slowly and deeply she realized that there were holes over her ears, so while she couldn’t see, and her voice would be muffled, she could at least hear what was happening in the room.

“How lovely she looks,” said a man’s voice. “I wish I’d been involved in some of her earlier trials.”

“But you always like to be at the fourth trial,” pointed out Andrew. “You can’t have everything I’m afraid, not even at the Dining Club. Perhaps you’d like to begin Grace’s evening?”

“Yes, I would,” said the unknown man, and Grace tried to remember what his face had looked like in the shadows, then jerked in shock as he blew gently on her breasts. “She reacts quickly,” he said with obvious satisfaction. “Her nipples are extremely responsive. Tonight is going to be very exciting for us all.”

She could feel her nipples hardening, and when he then blew gently on the soft undersides of her arms she jerked again, but this time the result was a sharp flash of pain on the muscles that were being held so tightly by the board and cuffs. A whimper of pain escaped her lips, and she heard the man laugh softly.

For what seemed an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, he proceeded to cover her body with his warm, gentle breath, avoiding only the area between her thighs. The contrast between his breath and the cool air in the room was so great that her body overreacted each time, her muscles twitching and jerking.

When he finally stopped, Grace didn’t know if she was glad or sorry. For several minutes she was left alone, and she strained her ears to try and make out what was happening. Suddenly, two pairs of hands started spreading a warming gel all over her body. She thought it was the twins at work, one concentrating on her front and the other her back.

Only after the first couple of minutes did she realize that the warmth was a stimulant of some kind, and her whole body felt as though it was swelling. She wanted desperately to be touched, to feel fingers on her breasts and thighs, and twisted herself slightly in her desperate need to have her throbbing breasts touched again.

“Keep still, Grace!” said David harshly. “Tonight we choose how to pleasure you, and we decide when to let you come.”

The hands stopped moving over her, their work finished, and she was left suspended and alone as the warm glow spread through her. She was breathing heavily, feeling the heat of her breath against the material of the hood, and gradually the hot swollen feeling moved lower. Although no one had touched her there, she felt hot and heavy between her thighs, and could feel her sex lips swelling and opening. She moaned quietly to herself, almost overwhelmed by the desire for a touch of any kind on her throbbing vulva.

“See how needy she is,” said Amber, and Grace could hear the pleasure in the other woman’s voice. “You’d love to have someone stroke the side of your clitoris now, wouldn’t you, Grace? Think how that would feel, and how quickly you’d be able to come. Oh, the bliss of release. Imagine it, how wonderful it would be.”

Tears of frustration fell from Grace’s eyes, trickling down her hooded face, as she bit on her bottom lip to stop herself from responding to Amber’s words, skillfully chosen in an attempt to trigger the forbidden orgasm.

A hand moved inside the hood and fingers stroked her damp cheeks. “She’s crying,” said Amber, satisfaction clear in her voice. “What can we do to stop those tears?”

“She’s done very well,” said Andrew. “Perhaps she should be allowed her first orgasm now. What do you think, David?”

Grace held her breath, waiting for her lover’s reply. “In just a moment,” he said, and within seconds he was standing behind her, his mouth close to her ear. “We’re going to smooth some ordinary lubricant between your thighs now,” he whispered. “Then we’ll slide some tiny love balls inside you and after that, when you feel so full and aroused that you’re almost out of your mind with pleasure, I’ll give you permission to come. Do you understand?”

His words were almost too much for her. She felt little tremors of an impending orgasm sparking deep within her belly, and drew in her breath sharply.

“Answer me,” he ordered her.

“Yes, I understand,” she gasped.

Drawing the tips of his fingers across her painfully hard nipples, which forced another sharp intake of breath from her, he moved away. Immediately she felt the cool lubricant smothering her already damp inner sex lips, fingertips brushing the sides of her clitoris yet still she managed to control herself. Then she felt a man’s hands easing the smooth love balls inside her, before closing her up and then gently rotating the palm of his hand over Grace’s entire vulva.

“Oh no, no!” she protested, feeling her belly heave as her orgasm built, the relentless pressure making her stretched and fastened muscles quiver and shake as her need for release threatened to overwhelm her too soon.

“Just a few more seconds,” murmured David, his fingers moving knowingly up her inner thighs before coming to rest at the base of her belly, his fingers spread upwards over her pubic bone. As he began to increase the pressure there she knew that she was lost.

Every nerve ending in her body was now tingling, the pressure so great that she knew she couldn’t control her response anymore. The tightness drew up into a tight knot below David’s hand, and then, finally, he spoke.

“You may come now,” he said calmly, pressing his fingers hard against the throbbing flesh above her pubic bone. Immediately Grace’s head went back as the so cruelly delayed orgasm tore through her, causing her to twist and turn on the beam in endless spasms of ecstasy. She thought the pleasure would never end, but eventually the last flickers died away until she became limp and still, suddenly aware of the aching in her arms and legs.

“She’s very good,” said Andrew, and to Grace his admiration sounded tinged with disappointment.

“Excellent,” agreed the other man. “She’s quite a find for you, David.”

“She’ll get cold,” said Amber, annoyance clear in her voice. “We need to warm her up quickly.”

Grace’s mind raced as she wondered what was coming next.

“This is the final test, Grace,” said David. “It comes in two parts. First we warm you up and then you sample our Club Sandwich, which you chose earlier.”

Grace, trembling after the intensity of her orgasm, her whole body aching due to being suspended and cuffed for so long, yearned to hear some note of encouragement in his voice, but she couldn’t. In any case, having passed the first part of her test, she was growing in confidence. She’d come so far, learned so much about herself and her sexuality, that failure was no longer a consideration for her.

Lost in her thoughts, she was totally unprepared for the sudden jet of warm water that hit the front of her body. It was moved with great precision over every inch of her, and then another jet hit her back. This time she gave a scream of shock as her body swayed as much as her bonds would allow under the force of the twin sprays. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it all stopped.

For a few seconds there was silence in the room and her body tensed. “We need to make sure you’re quite clean for the final part of this,” said Amber, and now Grace felt soapy bristles moving over her tender breasts.

The brush moved briskly across her aching nipples and round the areola. Grace’s flesh cringed, but there was no escape, and other people quickly joined in, meaning that every centimeter of her was brushed and stimulated.

Gradually, her flesh began to react to the stimulation. Her nipples hardened, her breasts began to ache again, and when someone swirled the brush into her belly button her stomach muscles jumped and tiny tendrils of pleasure began to snake through her.

She heard the sound of soft laughter. “Fantastic,” said the unknown man. “I envy you, David. She’s incredible.”

Hearing him speak again, Grace wondered if he could be the owner of this Club that meant so much to her lover.

“She’ll like this,” said Amy, swirling a brush along the back of Grace’s knees and the back of her tightly stretched thighs.

Grace did like it, but she was becoming rearoused far too fast, which worried her.

“That will do,” said David after a few more minutes. “Rinse her off now.”

At once all the brushes stopped moving, she heard people moving away from her and then warm water was sprayed over her suspended body once more. She waited tensely for whatever was to happen next, but to her horror heard the door open and close and then there was nothing but silence.