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Despite everything that had happened in the weeks before, Lisa felt more exposed than ever before, yet at the same time more titillated. She could already feel the liquid gathering in her pussy again, and she looked longingly at Jake’s swollen cock with its flared purple head.

She would have given anything to have her lips or the muscles of her cunt wrapped around it. Or Mark’s. But the thought of what was about to happen was too arousing for her to dwell on it very long.

Mark stood closed to her, his eyes aflame with lust. “One more thing. Normally, you would pick a safe word, something to use if the playing gets too out of hand for you. But since you can’t speak, we’ll use a safe symbol. Nod your head if you understand me.” Lisa raised an eyebrow but nodded once.

“All right. If at any time you want to stop, wiggle the index finger of your right hand.

Show me you can do that.”

Obligingly, she waved her finger at him from where her wrist was cuffed to the pole.

“Time to begin, then,” he told her and shifted his gaze over her shoulder.

She hadn’t seen anyone walk around behind her, but the next thing she felt was the lash of the flogger on the cheeks of her ass. She flinched at first before she realised that the pleasure overrode the pain. Where had that feeling come from? The most she’d experienced so far was the nipple clamps, and she’d become almost addicted to the rush of pain when her nipples were released.

The flogger struck again to the cheers of the crowd, and another bolt of pleasure shot through her. She couldn’t believe how arousing the sting of the lash was. As heat suffused her buttocks, it also spread to her naked pussy. She understood now why Rusty kept GAME ON

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wiggling her ass during her punishment. The kiss of the leather was addictive. The moment the soft material left her skin she wanted to feel it again.

Jake had moved in front of her again, this time holding the bar with the feathers on the end. He pressed a button and the feathers began to vibrate. Pressing it slowly against her skin, he trailed a line across the upper slope of her breasts, her engorged nipples, the softness of her belly, pausing for a moment at her navel.

Again she wanted to writhe and push herself against the teasing touch, but her position restricted movement of any kind. Instead, she was forced to endure the vibrations that were almost like the kiss of a butterfly, teasing and tormenting without bringing her any relief.

When Jake traced a line down to her cunt and locked onto her clit, she would have jumped at the contact if she’d been unfettered. Tiny little fingers like sparks of electric radiated out from the contact, and she knew her cunt was dripping. She could feel her juices flooding from inside her body.

Jake manipulated the feathers, pressing against her then pulling back, in a rhythm with the kiss of the flogger on her ass. She closed her eyes, letting sensation after sensation wash over her, her body shaking and shuddering with need.

Suddenly, the flogging stopped. She would have pleaded for whoever was wielding it to start again if she could have spoken. In the next instant, while Jake continued to torture her with the feathers, she felt fingers spreading the cheeks of her ass and applying lube to her anus. Her tissues were still softened from the session with the torc, so when two fingers, then three, slid inside her to make sure she was stretched her body easily accommodated them.

The man behind her—she still had no idea who it was—pulled aside her hair to place a light kiss on her neck. In the next moment, she felt a dildo being inserted slowly into her rectum, and a new set off sensations swept over her. It, too, was a vibrator, humming away at the same low speed as the feathers.

And then a sharp crack on her skin let her know the flogging had begun again. The stinging kiss enhanced the effect of the dildo in her ass, while Jake continues to work his erotic magic with the feathers She was hot. No, she was cold. Her breasts ached, her nipples throbbed and her clit felt as if it were on fire.

Now, she appreciated the ball gag as she clamped her teeth on it against the wild stimulation turning her body to flames. She closed her eyes, mindless now with lust, GAME ON

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frustrated that she couldn’t press her thighs together as the pulse in her cunt grew stronger and stronger.

The climax burst up from inside her with the force of a tidal wave. There wasn’t a muscle in her body that didn’t clench and convulse, even as her pussy rocked with intense spasms. A silent scream of agonised pleasure rose up in her throat, stifled by the ball gag.

The toys stimulating her drove her higher and higher, one climax crashing into another until she was sure she would pass out from the pleasure.

At last, when she hung exhausted from the wrist manacles, sweat dripping from her heated face, the flogging stopped, the feathers were withdrawn and the vibrator was stilled.

Gentle hands removed the dildo from her rectum while others loosened and took away the ball gag. Her eyes were still closed when she felt gentle lips on hers, tenderness rather than lust in their touch. She opened her eyes to see Jake, outlined by the sun behind him, smiling at her.

“You okay, princess?” he asked.

It took her two attempts to speak, but finally, she found her voice. “Yes. I’m okay.” He put his lips close to her ear. “Now you know what will happen if you’re a naughty little girl.”

Spent as she was, she still found herself smiling at him. “Does that go for your brother, too?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Then I should probably be thinking up ways to be naughty in the future.” Someone released the manacles, and she collapsed against Jake, who lifted her in his arms.

“We knew you’d love this,” he chuckled. “You are so very responsive, Lisa. The most responsive partner either of us has ever had. Separately or together.”

“At the moment, I feel more like a pile of mush,” she told him, resting her head in the crook of his neck as he carried her to the side.

“Right here,” she heard Mark say.

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beside her. In his hand, he held a small bottle of something, which he opened and poured into the palm of one hand.

“This will make you feel better, princess.”

He handed the bottle across to Jake who had seated himself on her other side.

Soon two pairs of hands were rubbing warm oil into her muscles, beginning at the nape of her neck. Fingers rubbed her shoulders and her arms, trailing down to her fingertips. They even massaged her hands and wrists. Then, like choreographed dancers, the fingers kneaded her back and pressed each indentation of her spine.

When they reached her buttocks she jerked at their touch, but the oil was so soothing to her burning skin she relaxed again almost at once. In the background, she heard voices and moans as the game continued in the centre of the circle, but all she could think about right then was her own pleasure.

Mark, on her right, drizzled oil at the top of the cleft of her buttocks. As he did so, Jake’s fingers spread it down the length of the crevice. When he came to her anus and worked oil into her hot, dark tunnel, a pulse started to throb in her cunt again.
No, not possible
, she thought. She’d just had a series of giant orgasms, following others before it. How could her body respond again so fast?

“Like that, do you?” Mark teased, his finger probing and wiggling.

“Mmm,” she purred, trying to lift her hips to indicate she wanted more.

He pulled his hand back. “Uh uh uh. This is purely therapeutic.”

“Then I need lots of therapy,” she managed to say.

Her feet were next then her ankles and calves and finally her thighs. The busy fingers brushed the creases where thigh and buttocks met. They separated her legs and knuckles barely touched the swollen lips of her pussy, but it was enough to send a slight wave of heat through her.

But then two pairs of hands turned her onto her back, and two sets of fingers removed the clamps from her nipples. Pain instantly surge through the engorged points, but as the warm oil was applied and massaged into them, the pain was replaced by shocks of pleasure.

“Your nipples are a work of art,” Jake murmured, working the oil into the breast closest to him. “Like painted plums, ripe for the sucking. And your breasts. So firm.” GAME ON

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Despite the fact it was coated with the oil, he’d leant forward and swiped his tongue across the nipple he’d been working on. More tingles shimmered through Lisa, enhanced when Mark did the same thing on her other side. She reached up to the two heads, pressing them against her hard before they wrapped their fingers around her wrists.

“No, no,” Jake said. “You’re just supposed to lie there. Didn’t we tell you the rules?”

“Are you looking to be punished?” Mark asked, a hint of laughter in his tone.

“Yes,” she answered in a low voice, “but not before I recover from the last one.” They both laughed and went back to work, working the oil into her body with the same meticulous precision they’d used on her back. But this time, when they worked their way up her legs, they nudged her thighs apart and two sets of fingers slowly rubbed the oil into her swollen cunt. She’d been convinced there wasn’t a drop of sexual liquid left in her body, but the oil must have had magic qualities to it because immediately her pussy moistened and the beating of the pulse intensified.

“More,” she moaned, trying to impale herself on the fingers.

“Not yet, sugar.” Mark leant down and covered her mouth with his, his tongue probing and searching.

Just the touch of increased the heat rising through her woke up the pulses in every erotic zone she possessed. Jake captured her wrists with one hand while continuing to stroke the oil into her inner tissues. His thumb brushed lightly against her clit then retreated, and he trailed his lips over her cheek.

“We’re going to fuck you,” he said in a low, warm voice. “Both of us. Would you like that, sugar?”

“Yes,” she whispered into Mark’s mouth.

“We have to pick the card for it,” Jake continued. “You just lie here for a minute while we get things ready.”

Lisa closed her eyes, revelling in the soothing feel of the oil and what it was doing to her well-used body. She could hear voices all around her, but she let the sound wash over her. Never had she expected to find herself participating in a situation like this, but then since meeting Mark at
Interlude,
the intimate bar that only appeared when it rained, she’d found herself doing a lot of things that even her erotic romances only touched on.

Hands touched her, and she opened her eyes to see Mark standing over her.

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“It’s time, princess. Let me help you up.”

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Jake was already standing in the centre of the circle when Mark led Lisa over to him.

The board was back in evidence but pushed to the side.

“I’ll roll the dice,” he told them. “We have three chances to pick the right card—twelve, seventeen and twenty-two. If I miss, Mark, you get to roll. As everyone knows, whoever gets the card gets to choose the position.”

“Go on, then.” Mark nodded at him, his hand still holding Lisa’s.

Jake shook the dice hard then tossed them onto the board.

“Fourteen,” Mark called. “Roll again.”

Jake rolled again, and Mark laughed. “Thirteen. Not your lucky number. One more try.”

On the third roll, the dice came up twenty. Mark laughed as he picked them up for his turn. Shaking them as Jake had done, he tossed them to the board then looked around the circle, grinning.

“Twenty-two,” he announced, bending down to the pile of cards to slide out the one with the number twenty-two on it. “Roller’s choice for the ménage,” he read. “All right, then.” He looked at Lisa. “I would like to lick that sweet pussy of yours until it’s so wet it’s drenching my face then slide my cock into it. That gives Jake that gorgeous asshole.” He looked over at Jake. “Okay?”

“Fine with me.”

Lisa began to tremble as Mark motioned for someone to bring over the big body pillow.

When it was in place, he released her hand, lay down full length on the pillow and motioned for her to straddle his face.

“Come on, princess. I can wait to taste my dessert.” His hands on her hips guided her until he had her in just the right position. The first flick of his tongue down the length of her slit woke up every nerve ending that had been resting. She leant back against Mark’s raised knees, giving him better access to her pussy, a low purr of satisfaction growing in her throat.

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He licked, tasted, sucked her clit, his tongue a finely tuned instrument that he was using to its best advantage. She was on fire, her muscles clenching, and without thinking, she reached up to cup her own breasts and rasp her thumbs across the nipples.

“Yes,” Jake encouraged from behind her. “That’s it, Lisa. Play with your nipples. Pinch them. Make them harder than they are. You don’t know how much it turns us on when you do that.”

Lisa pinched the still slightly sore buds, the pain only enhancing the arrows of heat that flew from her breasts to her cunt.

Mark lapped harder and faster, but the touch was still light, stimulating her but never taking her to the crest she wanted. He ran the tip over the lips of her pussy then stiffened his tongue and pushed it inside. In and out, it moved, but too gently to do what she wanted it to.

Her frustration grew, and she tried to urge him onward with her hips.

When he withdrew completely, her eyes flew open, and she stared into his blazing ones.

“I think you’re ready,” he told her in a guttural tone. “Now make sure I am. Put your mouth on me, Lisa. Suck me hard.”

He shifted her down his body so she had access to his rigid shaft. With the ease of familiarity, she wrapped her fingers around the root and opened her mouth, taking him inside. She loved the velvety feel of him, the soft skin over the hard structure it covered. The satiny head slid past her lips, and she took a moment to run her tongue over the slit, swiping the bead of moisture that sat on it.