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Thin shards of pain shot through her breasts, like tiny icicles. But then lips pressed each pebbled bud in turn and the pain was subdued by the pleasure. Her body began to ready itself for whatever was to come.

Someone took her wrists, wrapped leather, fleece-lined cuffs around them and tied them together. An exciting feeling of helplessness overwhelmed her. She'd learned long ago she loved being at the mercy of her Master and whoever he chose to include. It was a big part of the trust she gave to Michael, and he never abused it.

Hands rested on her shoulders and a hard mouth came down on hers, a tongue rubbing across her lips. She opened at once, admitting the tongue, and it brushed against hers in an intimate kiss. The kiss was neither voracious nor demanding, just heavily seductive, and it seemed to go on forever. When it ended, her head was spinning slightly but before she could recover, another pair of lips took their place.

It was hard deciding which mouth belonged to whom. Even Michael, whose taste and touch were so familiar, was lost in then merry-go-round of one set of lips after another. When one kiss ended another took its place, until her lips were puffy and swollen from the attention paid to them.

She was still reeling from the most recent assault on her mouth when she heard a voice—Jim?—saying, “I wonder if you all noticed when the three of us were getting it off this morning that our little sweet cheeks here treated herself to her own orgasm without permission. I think that calls for a little punishment, don't you?"

"Oh, Holly.” Michael's voice, edged with authority laced with a little humour. “You know that's a no-no. I guess we'll have to teach you a lesson.” He chuckled. “All three of us."

Before she knew what was happening she was lifted and carried and found herself face down on what she knew was the padded spanking bench. Her breasts hung through the opening provided for them, the clamps pulling on her distended nipples almost painfully. Her arms stretched out in front of her, the locked wrists resting at the end of the bench. Hands separated her legs and placed them on flat extensions, locking manacles in place around her ankles.

Michael's head leaned close to hers. She knew it was him by his special musky scent. “I think we won't tell you who takes which turn, sweetheart. That will heighten the anticipation."

He'd barely finished speaking when the first slap hit her buttocks. Not hard, but enough to sting. A pause and then another slap. Then they came in rapid succession, some harder than others, with no defined rhythm. She felt the heat from her ass spreading to her thighs and straight to her cunt, where her juices were already gathering. She tried to wriggle but she was held firmly in place.

The next slap landed on the lips of her pussy and she jerked, as much from pleasure as pain, and now excitement coursed through her like hot liquid. Another slap. Then she felt something soft trailing across the backs of her thighs.

A flogger!

Only Michael had ever used it on her before.

She turned her head, trying to sense where he was.

"Michael?"

He was beside her in an instant, his lips trailing along her cheek and jaw line, his hand smoothing her hair.

"Shh, it's all right, honey. You know how hot it gets you."

As he was talking to her in soft, gentle tones the first lash struck the backs of her thighs. Not hard, just enough to enhance the pleasurable pain. Then it struck again, the pace increasing but not the strength behind it.

She lost count of how many times the suede straps caressed her skin, hitting her ass, her thighs, her cunt. And all the while she knew her juices were running copiously from her vaginal hole, soaking the table beneath her and wetting her thighs.

Suddenly it all stopped and fingers slid into her cunt.

"Soaked, she is.” Duncan, his voice unmistakable. “I think she's had her punishment."

"Let's get her on the bed, then,” Jim said. “I'm hard as hell, here. I can't wait to play."

Holly felt herself lifted and carried again. They placed her on the bed on her hands and knees. Fingers separated the cheeks of her ass and the oil Duncan had used that morning was rubbed into her rectum. Her buttocks and thighs were already hot from the spanking and flogging. The addition of the special oil sent her body into overdrive, her womb clenching, the walls of her vagina fluttering.

But it was nothing compared to the feeling when fingers rubbed the oil into her pussy and her clit. She was afraid she would come right then and there, with no added stimulation and worse, without permission. She bit her bottom lip to force some kind of control over her body.

"Remember that double dildo we had such a good time with at your place, lass?” Duncan asked, very close to her.

Holly nodded, her teeth sinking deeper into her lip, her body quivering with expectation. She could visualise the toy now, long and thick with a copy of the head of a penis at each end. The one they'd used when Duncan had visited was also a vibrator. He and Michael had enjoyed teasing her with it every night.

"She remembers.” Michael said, his voice low. “Let's show Jim how good it works."

"If it works too good,” Jim said, “I might find myself in major agony just watching."

"We can fix that easily enough."

The words created images in Holly's mind, memories of the morning's activities, and more bolts of pleasure shot through every part of her body. Her pussy was begging for something to fill it. Her ass, too.

She held herself patiently, and in seconds, one end of the dildo pressed into her cunt, its entry made easy with all the cream collecting there, not to mention Duncan's oil. When it was fully seated, the other end pressed through the sphincter muscle of her anus and slid inside her hot rectum almost as easily.

Someone showered tiny kisses on her buttocks, then the switch for the vibrator was flipped on and the dildo began to fuck her in both holes. Lightning swords of pleasure shafted through her, setting every nerve afire and making her entire body quiver. She rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, the tight coil of need low in her belly unwinding and spreading through her womb and into her breasts. Her nipples, securely clamped, ached for someone's mouth on them.

The bed next to her dipped, and she felt the brush of bodies, just the briefest kiss of skin.

"We're going to fuck right next to you, Holly.” A whisper. Whose voice? She could hardly think, let alone decipher identities.

Male groans echoed in her ears, and one hand reached beneath her to abrade her demanding clitoris.

"Don't come,” the voice whispered again. “Not until we tell you to."

As the bed began to shift, Holly could imagine the two male figures next to her, faceless in her mind, one's cock impaled in the other's ass, beginning the familiar movements. Was the man on the bottom face down? Face up with his legs thrown wide? Was his entire asshole exposed the way hers was?

Duncan was right. Not being able to see anything only enhanced the eroticism and its effect on her. She clamped down on her lips again as carnal images teased at her and the dual vibrator hummed away.

The movements next to her increased in speed, and the moans increased in volume.

Where's the third man? Is he just watching or is he jacking off? Oh, God, I wish I could see them. No, no, it's better this way.

Then her brain shut off as all her energy was focused on containing her orgasm.

"Please,” she cried.

"Please what?” Another whisper.

"Please let me come. I have to come."

"Not yet."

She could feel a fine sheen of perspiration covering as her body strained with the effort at control. Someone turned off the vibrator and there was jerky movement next to her followed by a lusty cry.

Well, someone got to come, damn it.

"Holly?” They were still whispering, unwilling to let her identify who was doing what.

"Yes?” She was moving mentally into subspace, that place where she could exist almost indefinitely and control the reaction of her body to a degree.

"Would you like to be fucked now, sweetness?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, do it.” She began to rock back and forth again.

"We couldn't decide who should go first, so we're all going to."

"But...”
What about the man who just came
?

As if deciphering her mind, the voice whispered, “He can go again. Just let us guide you."

Hands lifted her as a body slid beneath her and her arms were tugged forward, hands looped over someone's head. Her hips were lifted as fingers caressed her cunt, scooping at her cream and massaging it into the tissues. Then, with great care, a thick penis was guided into her tight channel. The man beneath her moaned in pleasure, then captured her mouth in a hungry kiss.

"Okay?” a whispery voice asked.

Holly nodded.

"Deep breath, then, sweetheart."

More hands separated the cheeks of her ass, thumbs pressing to widen the cleft, and a second cock began to enter her, pressing into her rear channel with a steady stroke. She felt pinched, full, and cried out at the pressure.

Hands stroked her back. “Shh. You can take it. You have before. Just relax. Breathe through your mouth. That's a girl."

Holly forced herself to take deep breaths. The voice was right. This wasn't the first time she'd had two cocks stuffed into her at the same time. The man beneath her took her swollen nipples in his fingers and pinched them gently, pressing the clamps into them, distracting her.

And then it was done!

They were both in!

"My God,” a voice whispered. “What a sight."

A hand cupped her chin and turned it sideways. Before she could get her mind straight, a third cock slipped slowly into her mouth. She was helpless, impaled fore and after, hands bound, a rigid shaft filling her mouth. Then they all began to move. As if at some secret trigger to her body, she was suddenly wrapped in a sexual haze, where all she could think of was three large penises fucking every one of her openings.

Her cunt clamped down on the one rasping the inner walls of her vagina and her rectum tried to squeeze the one filling its hot depths. Her teeth scraped lightly on the one in her mouth. And then it was all movement and shifting and sliding. Hoarse male groans filled the air, the beat of the music reverberated through their bodies and the thick scent of candles and fire teased at her nose.

Holly lost time as the men fucked her body. She was only aware of the intense sensation of the cocks and the spiral of need winding out of control inside her. She found the rhythm of the men beneath and behind her and moved her hips in cadence with them, urging them to push harder, deeper, even as she sucked the cock in her mouth far back into her throat.

She tried to stop the orgasm when it took hold of her but it was beyond capture. Then someone whispered in a guttural voice, “It's all right. You can let go now."

At the first splash of semen in her asshole she began convulsing, the shaft in her mouth spurting against the back of her throat and the one in her pussy shooting a stream into her. The orgasm shook her so hard she was sure she'd fly apart. She rocked and clenched and shivered, her womb contracting, her pussy muscles clenching, her juices bathing the cock in it with liquid heat.

She flew on a sexual carpet, moving from one plane to another. One minute she was slowing down, the next she was thrown into a spasm even greater, even stronger. The pressure on her nipples stimulated every nerve in her body. When at last the cock slid from her mouth, she threw her head back and screamed her satisfaction.

She had no idea how long it was before she finally fell forward, limp and spent. She was awash in a sexual haze, her head and mind somewhere on a different plane. Being blindfold, not knowing who was doing what, had enhanced every act and carried her to heights of arousal she'd never reached before.

Hands shifted her body, sliding the cocks from her, turning her to her back. A soft, warm cloth cleaned her pussy and her ass, wiping the excess from her thighs. Hands removed the nipple clamps and two different mouths licked and sucked the hard distended buds now throbbing hard with the sudden flow of blood. Then an arm lifted her, propping her up and holding a glass to her lips.

"Drink,” came the whisper.

The smoky taste of the single malt Scotch whiskey felt good as it worked its way into her bloodstream, reviving her and smoothing out the rough edges. Three or four sips and the glass was removed, her head lowered to the pillows.

"Rest,” the voice whispered. “Soon it will be time to play again.

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"You think it's time to wake her again?” Jim asked, looking at Holly.

Michael checked the clock on the mantle and nodded. “She doesn't need more than half an hour to revive.” He grinned. “She's developed a healthy appetite over the past couple of years."

"I'll say it again,” Duncan told him. “You are one lucky bastard."

"I agree.” Jim lifted his glass in a toast. “May we all be as lucky as you in finding a sub as perfect as Holly."

"Remember,” Michael reminded them. “This isn't a full blown D/s relationship. That wouldn't work for either of us. We take from it what makes our relationship satisfying and fulfilling."

"I realise that. And it obviously works very well for you. I'd hang onto this one, Michael."

Michael looked at both of them. “I plan to. Let's all remember that.” He put his glass down and moved to the bed. “I think it's time to wake Sleeping Beauty."

"Michael?” Holly roused as Michael's hand caressed her cheek and his lips brushed over hers. She still wore the blindfold.

"Time to wake up, sweet thing. Play time's far from over."

She came fully awake at his words, her lips turning up in a smile. “More fun for me?"

Michael laughed. “For all of us. Lie back, honey, spread your legs and bend your knees. Jim's going to make sure you're plenty wet for round two."

He and Duncan knelt on either side of her, holding her legs apart as Jim opened her cunt lips with his fingers and lapped her slit from top to bottom. Her hips jerked in response, but two sets of hands held her in place while Jim ate at her with steady strokes. His tongue swirled around her clit and licked her inner walls. Tasting her as she spilled lightly into his mouth.