Cyberevolution Book One: The Awakening: Fifty Shades of Dark Kaitlyn O'Connor by Kaitlyn O'Connor, Kimberly Zant, Marie Morin, Stacey St.James, Goldie McBride (19)

“Before I commit to this, I’d like to see how they interact with the rest of the crew.”  He studied me and Brandy thoughtfully for several moments.  “Why don’t you two head on down to the kitchen and put together a luncheon for the cast?”

Relieved that the first order of business wasn’t posing for the cast, I turned around to collect my clothes. 

“Nope!” Gabe said.  “As you are.”

I turned to gape at him, blinking rapidly while I tried to think of an objection.

“Like this?” Brandy gasped, glancing at me when he gave her an irritated look.  

Sick ‘em, Brandy!  I thought hopefully.

She shrugged.  “Fine!  Whatever!”

Well!  It wasn’t ‘fine, whatever’ with me, damn it!

“We’re supposed to cook?  In this?” I managed.

“Sandwiches.”

“Oh,” I said instead of telling him I didn’t want to make sandwiches in the getup I was wearing either.

With the reflection that they probably wouldn’t notice me if I shadowed Brandy, I followed her out. 

“What do you suppose they have in the playroom?” Brandy asked with interest as soon as we’d left the room. 

“I don’t know and I don’t want to know.  BDSM stuff and I am so allergic to pain!  She didn’t say anything about kinky, did she?”

Brandy snorted.  “Anything that isn’t missionary is kinky to you!”

I narrowed my eyes at her.  “And there’s something wrong with regular sex?” I demanded.  “I’ve given head, I’ll have you to know!”

“Did you swallow?”

“Don’t be gross!  We’re supposed to fix lunch!”

Brandy snickered.  “Mayonnaise.”

“I’m going to puke if you keep that up.”

“That’ll turn them on!”

“I don’t want to turn them on, damn it!”

Brandy narrowed her eyes at me.  “If you think you’re going to wiggle out of this and leave me to take the heat alone …!”

“Why not?  You’re the one that got us in trouble to start with!”

“You always blame me!  You always have!”

“Because you’re always guilty, damn it!  And you’re always getting me in to something!”

“Now you sound like mom!  You always were her favorite!”

“Give me a break!  She called me Brandy more than she called me Nicole!”

“She was always throwing it up to me that you were the responsible one!”

“And look where that got me,” I muttered. 

“You’re the one that put it in my head to start with!” Brandy said accusingly.

I gasped in outrage.  “I did no such thing!”

“You said it sure would be nice to have money so we could start our own company.”

I gave her a look.  “Don’t even go there!  I didn’t say it would be nice to steal money and take off to Vegas!  I didn’t say, let’s take it!  And I didn’t go to Vegas!  If you were so damned sure I was OK with it, why didn’t you tell me you’d ‘borrowed’ it from the boss instead of lying and telling me you’d won the damned money on Lotto?”

“Because I knew you’d shit a brick!  I thought I could win enough to pay it back and she’d never know the damned difference and we’d still have the money to start our own business!”

Not for one moment did I believe there would’ve been a ‘we’ in there anywhere if she’d actually managed to win at Vegas instead of losing every dime of the money that wasn’t spent to pay for her glorious vacation!

* * * *

“Well?”

Watching them on the hall cameras, Gabe grunted.  “I’m not sure we’re going to want this much fireworks on the show.  That pair is like oil and water.”

Glenda shrugged.  “They’re sisters.  What do you expect?”

“I don’t know.  I don’t have a sister.”

“They’re attractive enough, though, right?”

They sure as hell looked good enough to be porn stars to him—of course, the ‘stars’ part remained to be seen.  They had the bodies for it.  That was for sure.  He had to admit he was intrigued by Nicole’s prudishness and her tendency—as Glenda had pointed out—to be a submissive.  That could be a definite asset with the age gap between her and some of the hunks.  They wouldn’t be intimated by her appearance—maybe.  Her sister, Brandy, was as different from her as night from day.  Oil and water.  It could be explosive but it definitely had potential.  “Yes.  They look good enough,” he agreed finally, “and still completely natural.  I like that.”

“We could always give Nicole a haircut and bleach her hair to the same shade of blond as her sister—call them twins.”

Gabe immediately felt his gut clench with reluctance.  “Cut off all that beautiful hair?  I don’t think so.”

He wasn’t particularly happy about the reaction of the guys working in the hall downstairs.  All three of them froze like pointers the moment they saw the sisters.  Not that he could blame them, he thought wryly.  He’d felt pretty much the same way, but they were supposed to be fucking studs, not act like adolescences who’d never seen a woman before. 

He felt heat creep into his face when Daniel fell off the ladder. 

“It doesn’t look like those three will have any problem getting it up for them,” Glenda retorted dryly.

He wasn’t worried about them getting it up!  They were going to stay hard with that pair prancing around the house next door to naked! 

Basil missed the doorway and slammed into the doorframe when they passed him on the way to the kitchen. 

“Jesus!” he growled irritably. 

“You know, this is some really good stuff,” Glenda said musingly. 

“Really?” Gabe asked tightly.  “I hadn’t planned it as a comedy.  Our main audience is going to be men and I doubt that’ll make them comfortable.  They’ll be laughing their asses off at those goofballs!”

Glenda shrugged.  “We can offer it as outtakes later—when we get ready to market the series through the adult stores.”

Not until he’d had time to see what he looked like the first time he looked at them, Gabe thought grimly!  He wasn’t selling any footage of him looking like a total jackass!

* * * *

By the time we got to the kitchen, I discovered I had a problem besides embarrassment.  I was aware of my body in a way I never had been before in my life and I was pretty sure I wasn’t comfortable with it—especially since everything on me was tingling and felt hypersensitive.  It was the exposure, I was sure—that plus the fact that I was surrounded by young, virile males.

“I don’t know where they rounded those guys up from, but they really are hunks.  Do you think they’re the ‘hunks’ from the movie?”

“They’re probably just the set-up crew.”

“Gabe said we were to make lunch for the cast.  They’re the only guys I saw,” Brandy said, sounding disappointed. 

“Well, I don’t think they’d object if you offered them a piece of ass,” I said dryly.

“Are you insinuating something?” Brandy snapped.  “Did you forget that I was blackmailed into doing this?”

Oh the urge to kill!  If it wasn’t just like Brandy to conveniently forget that I was blackmailed into doing this because of her!  I released an irritated huff.  “You said you thought they were hunks.”

“That doesn’t mean I’d sleep with them!”

“I don’t think they had sleeping in mind,” I said, more than a little irritated at her hypocrisy.  Brandy always talked like she was a lady, even though she didn’t think or act like one. 

She preened.  “That one that fell off the ladder is really cute—a little clumsy.”

“He was distracted,” I said pointedly, reminding her that he’d spied her boobs just before he missed that first step.  “Poor guy.  I hope he didn’t break anything.”

I set up a sandwich assembly line while Brandy explored the kitchen—supposedly looking for something to go with the sandwiches although I knew better.  It was Brandy’s MO—she was better at looking busy and doing nothing than anyone I knew.  While I dragged deli meat, condiments, and veggies out of the fridge, she searched.  Finding a sharp knife and a cutting board, I sliced tomatoes and onions, and then peeled leaves from the head of lettuce and washed them.  By the time I’d lined up a row of bread slices and spread mayonnaise and mustard on them, she’d found a platter to stack the sandwiches on.

Smiling at me to make sure I’d noticed that she’d produced the most important thing—something to display the sandwiches on—she returned to her search while I piled beef on a half a dozen slices of bread, topped them with lettuce, tomato, onion, and a second slice of bread.  After a little thought, I sliced them in half, arranging them on the platter. 

Brandy returned just as I’d finished and plopped a jar of pickles on the counter triumphantly.

“I don’t like pickles,” I said pointedly.

“Somebody might.”

I was halfway through putting together a half dozen turkey sandwiches when she returned with a couple of bags of chips.  “I’ll put these in a bowl.  I saw one somewhere.”

Her timing was sheer perfection.  She found the bowl and returned to empty the bags of chips into it while I was finishing up the turkey sandwiches and arranging them on the platter. 

She studied my efforts critically.  “You think that’ll be enough?” she wondered out loud.

I did a mental count and decided she was probably right even though I was tired of making sandwiches.  “I guess we’ll need at least another half dozen.  Some of the guys are bound to want two sandwiches.”

“That’s what I was thinking.  You go ahead and get started on them.  I’ll take this to the table.”

I glared at her back as she minced out of the kitchen with the fucking platter of sandwiches I’d made, knowing she was going to take all the credit for my efforts!  Releasing an irritated huff when she disappeared, I laid out another row of bread slices, threw the beef and turkey back into the fridge and dragged out the ham.  While I worked, I could hear the voices of the men as they entered the dining room, chuckles—Brandy’s softer voice, more chuckles. 

She reappeared after a few minutes, moving briskly now.  “You’d better make at least six more or we won’t get anything,” she tossed at me as she grabbed the bowl of chips and marched out with them.  She was gone long enough the second time that I was almost done with another half dozen sandwiches before she returned.  Heading to the fridge, she pulled out a box of canned drinks.  “Do you think you could get glasses and ice while I carry these in?”

I stopped what I was doing and gaped at her in outrage.  “They’re cold already!” I said pointedly.  “They can drink them from the cans!”

She glared at me for being ‘unhelpful’.  “Fine!  Don’t help!”  Grabbing a plastic sleeve of disposable plates, she stalked from the kitchen again.

She was lucky she was my sister.  I only thought about burying my knife in her back for a few minutes before I discarded it as something I was unlikely to get away with.  Too many witnesses.

She hadn’t returned by the time I finished the last of the sandwiches.  Shrugging, I found a plate to hold them and, after a little thought, decided to fix myself a sandwich and eat in the kitchen.  It would’ve been hard enough just being around that many strangers with my boobs hanging out.  I couldn’t face the thought of waltzing out while they were all sitting around the table.  It smacked too much of a walk on to a stage for my nerves of spaghetti. 

I discovered Brandy had taken all the damned drinks!  There were several boxes, hot, in the pantry, though and after fixing myself a sandwich, I found a glass, filled it with ice and settled at the counter to eat, trying to ignore the knots in my stomach. 

Chips would’ve been nice, I thought resentfully. 

Gabe came into the kitchen looking for the last plate of sandwiches just about the time I managed to take a damned bite of my sandwich and I nearly choked on it.  “There’s plenty of room at the table,” he said after eyeing me for a long moment.

“I’m good,” I said in a slightly strangled voice when I’d managed to swallow my bite of sandwich. 

“Let me put it another way—we all eat together.”

I felt my face heat with a combination of embarrassment and resentment.  “No problem,” I said unenthusiastically, waiting for him to grab the plate and leave.

He didn’t budge, and I could see his irritation mounting the longer we had the staring contest.  Caving in, I wrapped my sandwich in the paper towel I’d been using instead of a plate, grabbed my glass and headed toward him.  He grabbed the plate of sandwiches from the counter and followed me.  Catching up with me at the door, he opened it with his free hand and then settled that hand at the small of my back—I suppose just in case I tried to make a break for it. 

Everyone stopped eating and talking and stared at me when he shoved me through the kitchen door and into the dining room—just as I’d feared.  Refusing to make eye contact, I spied the two empty chairs at one end and made for the only one that didn’t have a plate in front of it, trying to outrun the hand on my back.  I wasn’t successful.  He managed to maintain contact until I’d reached the chair. 

His hand brushed my bare buttocks as he moved away at last, and I bolted upright, staring at him wide-eyed and trying to decide if the brush was accidental or not.  He didn’t look at me and I finally concluded that it was accidental. 

The seat of the chair was like ice when I dropped my ass onto it weakly and I almost came up off of it again. 

“Cold, huh?” Brandy asked with a smirk. 

Fortunately we were in company—lots of it—and she was too far down the table for me to smack that smirk off of her face.  I sent her a tight smile, mentally tallying another mark against her.  One of these days I was going to go postal and I wanted to be sure my dear sister was the first target in sight!

“Now that we’re all here …,” Gabe said, a faint edge to his voice, “I’m Gabriel, but you can call me Gabe.  That’s Basil to your right.  Continuing to your right, Daniel, David, Scott—Glenda you know—Shaun, and finally Hunter.”

Pasting a polite smile on my lips, I nodded to each one as he introduced them.  I didn’t actually tabulate much from the introduction beyond vague impressions of each one—young, nice looking, clean cut—except for Gabe—and all of them built like they worked out at the same gym.  Hunter looked like the classic beach boy—golden tan and sun bleached hair.  Shaun had hair as black as Gabe’s and eyes as beautiful as his—as green as emeralds and set off with thick, long, curling black lashes.  I suspected they might be related.  Basil’s hair was dark, but not black, and he seemed a little more on the slender side than the others.  I didn’t get much more than a glimpse of Scott, David, or Daniel since they were further down the table on my side, but I thought it was the three I’d seen in the hallway when we arrived and then when we went into the kitchen. 

Not that I’d done more than glance at them then.

I realized Gabe was looking at me expectantly.  After searching my mind briefly, I realized he was waiting for me to introduce myself.  “I’m Nicole,” I said in a crusty voice and then cleared my throat. 

He continued to study me.  I realized he was waiting for me to say something else and finally cast a smile around the table.  “Nice to meet you all.  I guess … uh … you’re the cast?”

“We are the cast—excluding Glenda, of course.”

I turned to look at him, feeling my eyes widen and my belly clench.  “You’re  … uh ….”

“Hunk number seven,” he said, amusement threading his voice.

Oh fuck! 

It was all I could do to focus on eating when everyone else finally did even though that was some relief.  I’m not sure why it unnerved me so much to discover that Gabe fully intended to participate, but there was no getting around the fact that it did.

I managed to make it halfway through my sandwich before I happened to glance down and discovered my nipples were poking through the hair I’d thought was covering me.  I stared at them in horror for a couple of moments but it occurred to me that I might only draw attention to the state of them if I dropped my sandwich and tried to rearrange my hair. 

I threw a glance at Gabe to see if he’d noticed and found him staring at them.

“Well!” Glenda announced briskly.  “Now that everyone’s been introduced and everything is settled, we should get going and conclude our business.  Once we get the paperwork out of the way, we’ll get you two checked out and, if everything looks OK, we’ll be back next week.”

“Checks out?” Brandy asked in confusion.

Glenda sent her a sour look.  “It’s required.  Everyone goes through a careful screening to make sure they’re not carrying anything before shooting starts.  The viewers don’t want to watch the guys fumbling with condoms.  They want to see action.  They want to see lots of come shots.”

I stared at the remains of my sandwich and carefully placed it on the table, feeling vaguely nauseated.  Gabe, I discovered, was still staring at me, or staring again, when I glanced at him, his eyes gleaming with heat.  Basil’s heat, I discovered, was in his face. He was frowning at his sandwich as if he’d found something in it that shouldn’t be there.

The men got up and walked us to the door.  I was actually glad for it since there was such a crowd I could sort of fade into the background and let Brandy take center stage where she was always most comfortable.  I beat the herd to the stairs and went up to change while Brandy paused at the foot to chat with the guys. 

Feeling a good bit better once I was decently covered, I lingered until Brandy finally came up to change back into her street clothes and then let her lead the way down.  The guys, thankfully, had headed back to complete their wiring and camera set up.  Gabe, I presumed, had disappeared back into the ‘playroom’ to finish setting up the torture chamber. 

Brandy was almost maniacally gay on the way back, but then that wasn’t unusual for her.  Dread knotted in my belly.  Brandy’s highs usually resulted in a crash down the road.  Thankfully, we managed to make it through the paperwork Glenda had spoken of and the examination by the doctor. 

Brandy hit bottom before I could drop her at her apartment and retreat.  Thankfully, Brandy’s boyfriend—the one she’d taken to Vegas with her, was there—poor idiot!

I was still sitting on the couch, staring at nothing in particular and trying to come to terms with what I was facing when Brandy called to tell me the cops were at her apartment.   Dread immediately swamped me, but she was too hysterical for me to make any sense of what she was saying and I told her I’d be right over.

I didn’t want to go.  I wanted to hide in my apartment and hope everything would blow over.  Selfish thing that I was, it occurred to me immediately that if Brandy was in jail for killing her boyfriend, I was going to be stuck doing the porn gig by myself, though, so I dashed over to see if anything could be done to smooth things over. 

Brandy was sitting on her couch when I arrived, her big hazel eyes swimming with tears, her full lips trembling threateningly.  The cops—big surprise—looked more inclined to protect her than throw her in jail.

“They’re looking for Glen,” Brandy informed me in a whisper when the cops finally allowed me inside and I settled beside her. 

“What for?” I asked blankly, studying her a little anxiously for signs of trauma.

“That bastard was in my bed with a tramp when I got home!” she said angrily.  “I threw both of them out and then I threw all of Glen’s things out the window.”

I stared at her in horror.  “This a third floor apartment, Brandy!  For god’s sake!  You could’ve killed somebody!”

She sniffed.  “He was running too fast.  I couldn’t hit him with anything.  I almost got that skinny bitch he was with, though,” she ended with a touch of satisfaction.

“My god, Brandy!” I hissed through my teeth.  “You didn’t tell the cops that?”

She gave me a look.  “Of course not!  Do you think I’m stupid?”

“What are they looking for him for?” I whispered.

“Assault.”

“He assaulted you?”

Brandy shrugged.  “He threw the TV at me.”

“My god!  But he missed, right?”

She stuck out one leg.  “Broke my toe and just look at the bruise on my shin!”

I frowned.  “You’re sure he didn’t just throw it on the floor?” I asked skeptically.

She glared at me.  “Whose side are you on?” she demanded indignantly.

“Yours, of course,” I responded promptly.  “I just don’t see why he would’ve thrown it at your foot.”

She shrugged one shoulder irritably.  “I threw it at him and he pitched it back at me.”

As in, he threw up his hands to keep her from braining him with it and the TV bounced back and hit her?  Some people might question that a frail little thing like Brandy was capable of pitching a full sized TV across the room, but I knew from personal experience that there wasn’t much Brandy couldn’t lift and throw when she was in a rage.

She caught my hands, squeezing them.  “I have to go down to the station to give my statement.  Will you go with me?” she asked pleadingly.

I was almost as allergic to police stations as I was hospitals, but I’d never denied Brandy the support she demanded.  “Sure.  I’ll follow you down.”

“Maybe I could just ride with you?” she asked loudly, looking hopefully at the cop that seemed to be in charge. 

He studied her a little doubtfully, but he was a man, which meant he was a sucker for any woman that looked like Brandy.  I could see she already had him convinced that she was the wronged party and had barely escaped with her life when in reality it was the fool Glen and his bimbo that were lucky to be alive.  “I guess that would be alright,” he said finally.  “I’ll follow your car to the station.”

That was telling her! 

I discovered they’d just been waiting for me to arrive.  The cop took Brandy’s arm and helped her hobble to the elevator.  Resisting the urge to roll my eyes when he asked her if she was sure she didn’t want to go to the hospital first, I followed the two of them. 

Glen was still enraged at the destruction of his property when the cops hauled him in, unfortunately for him.  Brandy managed to maintain a façade of weak and helpless female throughout the hours of questioning and was finally released.  Since she’d trashed her apartment, she invited herself to mine and kept me awake half the night going over all she’d done for that bastard Glen, the cheating son-of-a-bitch!

I was so heavy-eyed from lack of sleep the next morning that Glenda called me into her office before the day was over to chew me out for trying to get out of the deal we’d made.  It was completely unfair, but after wrestling with the idea of confessing exactly why I was spacey and looked like I had two black eyes, I finally decided it was better to be treated unfairly than to confess.  Unjust or not, my fate was firmly tied to Brandy’s and I didn’t think it would look good to mention the assault and battery charges that the police had considered—and thankfully dismissed—lodging against Brandy. 

The apartment manager threw Brandy out when we arrived at her apartment to clean up the mess.  Brandy threatened to sue him and file charges against him for harassment, etc., etc., and then packed up what she wanted and left the mess for him to clean up.  She seemed to take it as a matter of fact that she would move in with me until she could get another place. 

I didn’t want her, but there didn’t seem to be anything I could do about it.  She kept me awake half that night complaining about how persecuted she was and how mean everybody was to her when she was as sweet and innocent as the driven snow.

Glenda glared daggers at me most of the following day, but I was too tired to care.  That night I was mean to Brandy.  I went to my room at my usual bed time and locked the door, refusing to sit up with her and keep her company.  I didn’t know how she could stay up half the night and still function the next day, but I couldn’t handle it. 

She decided to forgive me the following night, since it was a Friday, and invited some friends over for a ‘girl’ party.  As pissed off as I was to discover she’d planned a party without even asking me, I discovered after a couple of strawberry daiquiris that I was enjoying it. 

Right up until my landlord started pounding on my door and threatening to call the cops at two A.M..  Brandy was inclined to pick a fight with him, but I managed to evict her guests and smooth things over with the landlord. 

Strangely enough, by the time the day of reckoning rolled around I was actually glad that I wasn’t going to be cooped up in my tiny little apartment with Brandy any more.  It wasn’t until Glenda pulled up in front of the Victorian house and told us to get out that my belly clenched with nerves.

Chapter Three

Brandy, who’d spent nearly three hours primping for her big debut, beat me to the front door and knocked before I was halfway up the walk.  When I finally turned to face my destiny after watching the wicked witch fly away on her broom, leaving a cloud of dust in her wake, I discovered Gabe was standing in the door, watching me, and Brandy had disappeared inside.

Knowing there was no getting out of it didn’t help bolster me.  Uttering a shaky breath, I trudged up the walkway reluctantly. 

“You ready?” he asked in a husky voice.

I sent him a scared look, but managed a weak smile.  “No.”

He grinned abruptly.  His smile made my belly feel as if it was caving in, but I couldn’t decide whether I was charmed by it or more frightened.  “We don’t bite.”  He seemed to think that over.  “Well, not hard anyway.”

Oh god!  BDSM!

He settled a hand on the back of my neck, practically dragging me inside.  “Come on up and pick out your wardrobe and I’ll show you your room.”

Brandy, escorted by Daniel and Scott—I thought—was already halfway up the stairs, chatting animatedly as if they’d known each other forever.  Brandy was chattering, anyway.  I knew that nervous chatter and the giggles that punctuated it.  She was as unnerved as I was. 

Fortunately for her, Brandy was easy to distract.  By the time I reached the wardrobe room with Gabe, she was completely engrossed in grabbing the outfits that appealed to her the most before I could get to them.  Ordinarily, that would’ve annoyed me.  I didn’t particularly want any of the damned clothes, though! 

Gabe nudged me forward.  “You need to choose what you want.”

“I’m good.  I’ll just take what Brandy doesn’t want.”

“Not that I’d mind if you wear nothing but your hair while you’re here,” Gabe said dryly, surging toward the rack and looking through the clothes, “but you’ll need costumes.”

I thought for a few moments that he was going to have to scrap with Brandy over some of his choices.  “I was going to take that one!” she said indignantly, when he’d grabbed one, looked it over cursorily and shoved it at me.

“Too late!” he said tightly, ignoring her while he went down the rack.  He paused with his hand on a red outfit, turned to look at me speculatively and then wrestled it from Brandy and handed it to me.

I was almost enjoying this!  Brandy was so unaccustomed to being thwarted—by anyone—she was getting more and more possessive and pissed off and Gabe was starting to look like a thundercloud.  Apparently, he tired of the battle before she did.  He stopped looking and simply grabbed an armload from the end.

“I hadn’t looked through those!” Brandy said pointedly.

“These are for Nicole,” Gabe threw at her over his shoulder as he strode toward the door.  He paused there when he discovered I wasn’t behind him.  “Come on.  I’ll show you to your room and we’ll go over orientation.”

I blinked at him, uneasy as to what orientation might include.

Gabe turned to eye the other guys speculatively.  “You two think you can handle giving Brandy orientation?”

“Sure!”

“No problem!”

Brandy batted her eyelashes at them. 

Gabe’s dark brows lowered threateningly when he discovered I hadn’t moved from the spot.  I surged forward.  Satisfied that I was following him, he strode down the hall to a door, waited until I’d caught up to him and looked at the doorknob pointedly when I merely stared at him.  Prompted, I opened the door and pushed it wide.  He still had trouble getting both shoulders and the bundle of clothes through. 

After glancing around, he dropped the bundle on the bed—a four-poster with a canopy.  I stared at the bed, which looked awfully big for one person, swallowing a little convulsively. 

“You can put your things away later,” he said curtly, heading to the door and closing it.  “For now—strip.”

I gaped at him blankly.  “What?”

“Clothes off.”

I glanced around for an avenue of escape, but he was standing between me and the door.  I studied the window speculatively. 

“It’s nailed shut.”

I gaped at him again.  “Isn’t that against fire code, or something?”

He shrugged.  “If there’s a fire, you’ll be the first one out.  Strip … now … unless you’d rather I do it?”

I studied him uneasily, struggling with the urge to scream for help.  As the panic subsided, however, I realized I didn’t actually have a choice at this point.  I’d agreed to the terms—I hadn’t actually read them, but Glenda had been pretty blunt.

It wasn’t that I was that shy.  I just wasn’t used to being ordered to remove my clothes.  And I wasn’t used to having a man watch me while I did—especially a complete stranger.

It occurred to me that if I ended up in prison I’d have to get used to being ordered around.  At least this was a short sentence—months.  The court system took a dim view of any crime involving money and were a lot more likely to throw the book at you for stealing than for murder. 

Reluctantly, I pushed my tennis shoes off with my toes and began stripping.  Gabe settled his broad shoulders against the door, folding his arms as if to say he was willing to wait as long as it took. 

I reached for the band I had tied my hair back with when I’d pulled off my t-shirt. 

“Nope.  Leave it.  I want to see you … not the hair.”

I felt my cheeks heat that he’d so swiftly and unerringly picked up on my plan.  I hesitated, but moved my hand without unfettering my hair. 

“Good girl,” he said approvingly. 

I stopped when I’d wiggled out of my jeans.  He studied me for a long moment and pushed away from the door.  I might’ve run when I saw him coming at me, but my feet felt like they were glued to the floor.  He stopped in front of me, holding my gaze while he reached around to unfasten my bra and then slipped it off.  He studied my breasts although he didn’t touch them.

“Your role,” he said finally, “is submissive … Rose.  I am the Dom.  Do you understand what that means?”

I stared up at him slack-jawed and finally, slowly, shook my head. 

“What it means is that I am your master and you are my slave.  It means I tell you what to do and you do it.  You don’t tell me no and you don’t question me.  If you misbehave by balking when I tell you to do something, you will be punished.  If you’re a good girl, you will be rewarded.”

I cleared my throat.  “Uh … what sort of punishment?”

His expression hardened, but his eyes gleamed with desire.  “I’ll show you … the first time you step out of line.  Is that understood?”

Oh!  As clear as mud!  He wasn’t going to tell me what he had in mind for punishment and he was looking forward to it!  My knees went weak. 

He crouched in front of me abruptly.  Hooking his thumbs into the sides of my panties, he drew them down my hips and then all the way to my ankles.  “Step out.”

My legs were so weak I wasn’t sure I could manage it without falling on my ass.  I put my hand on his broad shoulder for balance and then snatched it away again when he looked up at me.  Transferring his attention to my mound after a moment, he tugged at the hair.  “This will have to go.  I don’t like getting hair in my teeth.”

My belly quivered at that and my stupid kegel muscles clapped together as if I’d been offered a treat.

Straightening, he took my arm and led me to a narrow door opposite the window I’d been looking at so hopefully.  When he opened it, I saw a bathroom was connected to the bedroom. 

“You’ll be expected to clean up in between.”

“In between what?” I asked blankly.

He flicked an amused look at me.  “Partners.”  He pointed to the shower.  “Bathe and shave—hold off on shaving the mound, though.”

Pursing my lips in irritation, I moved to the shower instead of informing him I’d shaved the night before. 

Gabe settled his hips on the lavatory and folded his arms to watch as I stepped inside the shower and slid the clear glass doors closed.  “You’ll need to keep your skin smooth all the time you’re here—no skipping.  You can expect to have two to three partners a night.  During the day you’ll be available to whoever has an interest.”

I grimaced in spite of the fact that my pussy was clapping with excitement.  Stupid thing!  I hadn’t had sex in forever, damn it!  I hadn’t even had a relationship in a couple of years, which meant I wasn’t used to having sex several times a day—never had, even when I was in a relationship.  Not that I didn’t enjoy sex as much as the next woman, but a couple of times a week was pushing the limits of what I was interested in, damn it!

Apparently, they didn’t think the hole needed rest!

Thank god I hadn’t ended up here by myself!  Brandy was bound to keep them busy, I thought hopefully.  She was the family nympho!  She could probably take them all on and wear them down!

Gabe had a towel in his hands when I got out.  Instead of handing it to me, though, he placed it on the vanity, caught my waist and set me on top of it.  “Lean back,” he ordered, grasping my knees and lifting them before I’d even had time to decide if I wanted to comply. 

I dropped a hand between my legs when he spread my thighs and hooked my heels on the edge of the counter on either side of my hips.  He took my hand and dropped it to my thigh then studied my pussy like an artist might study a blank canvas.  “Bare, I think,” he said decisively.  “It’s too pretty to cover any of it up.”

Briefly, I was flattered, but it was hard to focus on that when he almost seemed to dismiss it at once.  Grabbing the razor and a can of shaving cream, he turned the hot water on and dropped the razor in the sink.  I sucked in a sharp breath when he rubbed hot water over my tender nether region.  “Too hot?”

Actually, I wasn’t sure if it was the water or his hand.  “A little,” I said weakly.

He adjusted the water, filled his palm with shaving cream and lathered the hair—all the way down my cleft!  I didn’t even know I had hair that far down!

I was afraid to move, even to breathe deeply once he started shaving me.  Trying not to think about the task he was so intent on, I studied his face while he worked.  I couldn’t actually see all of it with his head tilted down, but it was a close enough view to see his skin was smooth.  The lines around his eyes were mere crinkles from narrowing his eyes, not wrinkles.  I’d gotten the impression that he was nearing thirty, but now I wondered how I had.  He didn’t look thirty.  That was for sure.  Maybe twenty-five?  I suppose he seemed older because he was in charge.

I was tempted to ask, but I dismissed the urge. 

I was relieved when he’d finished shaving off my thatch and the stray hairs along the tops of my thighs.  It didn’t last.  As soon as he tackled the light sprinkling along my cleft, I tensed all over.  He flicked a look at me and spread me wider with one hand, moving the razor with the other.  When he’d finished, he wet a bath cloth, wrung it off and carefully cleaned off the residue of shaving cream.  He studied my bare cleft for a long moment, stroking his fingers lightly over it, separating the petals of flesh as if he was arranging them. 

Finally, he dropped the bath cloth in the basin and rinsed the razor.  “I want you to keep it that way from now on.  You can get down.”

My knees complained from holding the cramped position so long as I slipped off the vanity. 

“There are hidden cameras and microphones all over the house,” he tossed at me over his shoulder as he led the way out of the bathroom. 

“Even in there?” I gasped, horrified.

He flicked a look at me.  “All over the house.  We’ll be recording sessions constantly, but I’ll be editing them before they’re posted on the web.  The site will go live in a week or two.  Since neither you nor Snow White are used to this sort of thing, we’ll take it easy for the first week or so, get to know one another, and get into a routine.  Have you had anal sex before?”

I gaped at him in horror and shook my head. 

“We’ll need the plugs then to get you ready.  Pick an outfit while I get one ready.”

I hadn’t been in the damned house an hour and he was already talking about weird, kinky shit?  

He’d taken something that looked like a miniature dildo from a drawer by the bed and lubricated it before he discovered I was still frozen between the bathroom and the bed.  “Come here, Rose.  Now!” The last was said in a growling command that made my feet move before my brain considered running in the other direction. 

He bent me over the bed, clamping a hand down along the back of my neck until I allowed the tension to flow out of me.  He slipped his hand down my back then, spread the cheeks of my ass and then I felt pressure against my rectum.  Thankfully, despite my fear, it didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t comfortable and it sure as hell wasn’t pleasurable to me.  He held it in place, rifling through the clothes on the bed and finally selected something.  Kneeling behind me, he told me to lift my feet one at the time and I felt him slip something up my legs.  The thin strap of a thong slid between my nether cheeks.  “Up.”

I straightened, feeling more discomfort with the movement.  I was focused enough on the foreign object I could feel in my ass that it took me a moment to notice what he was doing.  The straps he slid up my arms and over my shoulders seemed to be about all there was to the outfit.  A strap across the top of the front flattened my breasts.  He adjusted it and when I looked down I saw that it was actually two narrow bands, one below my breasts pushing them up and out and one above pressing in the opposite direction.  Blood began to pool in the tips of my breasts almost immediately.

The thing actually looked more like a series of ropes tied together, I decided, dismayed as I looked down at it.  It felt too short for my torso.  I could feel the front digging into my clit.  He knelt in front of me to adjust that and I discovered to my dismay that his idea of adjustment wasn’t the same as mine.  I stared down at his dark hair, trying to ignore the pull on my clit.

He paused for a long moment when he’d finished, studying the effect.  Apparently satisfied, he straightened. 

“Now, we go downstairs and get acquainted with everyone.”

I didn’t move.  It was bad enough having to wear the thing in my room—with him looking at me.  I couldn’t bring myself to walk down those damned stairs. 

He paused at the door and turned to look at me.  After a long moment, he shook his head and moved away from the door.  After rifling around in the drawer where he’d found the butt plug, he returned, pushed my hair out of the way and fastened a collar around my neck.  “I can see it’ll take a little effort to bring you to heel.  For now, I’m going to let it go at the collar and give you a little time to adjust.  I’m not a patient man, though, Rose.  You’ll do well to remember that.”

It wasn’t until he started off again that I discovered the collar was attached to a chain.  When he reached the end, he turned to look at me and began to slowly reel me in, winding the chain around his fist until I was forced to close the distance.  He stared down at me until I couldn’t maintain the battle of wills any longer and looked down.  When I did, he loosened his hold just enough to allow me to follow a step behind him and led me from the room. 

The trip down the stairs was sheer torture, partly because of my anxiety about what awaited me, partly because of the collar and chain, but mostly because I was bound so tightly in the damned ropes my clit and both nipples had already begun to throb.  I couldn’t focus my mind away from the blood pooling there and making them more and more sensitive—just to the air!—until we reached the front parlor. 

The other six hunks were already gathered there and were getting acquainted with Brandy.  She was sitting on one of the guys’ lap, bouncing up and down, and had a dick in her mouth.  I was too appalled to take much more than that in. 

Gabe led me to a chair.  When he’d settled, he directed me to sit on the floor at his feet, pointing out that he was displeased with me.  The damned hardwood floor felt like ice on my bare ass.  Worse, I couldn’t find a position that was more than vaguely comfortable.  It seemed whatever I tried made the ropes bite into me a little deeper. 

Gabe tucked a finger beneath my chin and tilted my head up.  “This is Dom Shaun, Dom Hunter, and Dom Basil.  Whoever holds your leash is your master.”

I didn’t see much when I looked up beyond three of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen in my life.  I hadn’t realized they came in that size!  It unnerved me to discover that they’d donned leather and chains.  The briefs they were wearing had to be as miserably uncomfortable as what I’d been bound in.  It cupped their balls, but their cocks had been pushed through the slit in the front and they were fully erect.

At least I hoped so.  I was unnerved already, uncertain of whether I could mount any one of them. 

It was more unnerving to discover that metal studded their cocks.  One of them—I wasn’t sure which since I still hadn’t managed to lift my head to look at their faces—had a spiral down the length of his dick.  One had a stud with two metal balls just below the head of his cock and the third had a row of them along the top of his shaft. 

“She’s being punished,” Gabe said coolly.  “She resists my commands.  She isn’t allowed any pleasure now, but you’re welcome to pleasure yourselves with her.  I’m going upstairs to change.”

The comment caught my attention and I dragged my gaze from the cocks lined up in front of me to look at Gabe as he straightened and handed my leash to Shaun.  Shaun took the chair he’d vacated and wound his hand around the leash until I had to get up.  “Let’s see what you can do with that pretty mouth, Rose,” he murmured huskily.

I stared at the cock, wondering if the ball-bearings down the length would rip my tonsils out.  I only resisted briefly, when he guided my head down, but apparently it was enough for more ‘punishment’.  “I was inclined to let you suck it for a bit and leave it at that,” he murmured chidingly.  “I think now I’ll require that you suck me until I’m dry.”

I couldn’t do that!  I’d given head plenty of times, but I didn’t let them come in my mouth.  I decided not to warn him, though.  I could give him head until I felt the first jerk of imminent explosion and leap out of the line of fire when it erupted. 

My jaws locked before I’d managed to get more than the head in my mouth.  I realized I hadn’t just imagined the size of the damned thing.  It was huge.  After sucking the tip experimentally for a few moments, stroking my hands down his length, I lifted my head and tried to relax my jaw muscles for another try. 

He helped me.  I gagged reflexively when the tip hit the back of my throat and I didn’t even have more than half the damned thing in my mouth.  He eased his hold and allowed me to adjust the depth for my comfort.  Since it occurred to me that the other two were watching and waiting for their own turn, I tried to hurry him along. 

He resisted, the bastard!  I moved faster, sucked harder, realizing after a few moments that I was really getting in to it—strangely enough!  I’d never given head because I wanted to, only because it was demanded.  His flesh was pleasant to my taste buds, though.  The thickness of his shaft, even while it was a strain, still sent a thrill through me.  I could almost imagine it thrusting along my channel and felt my muscles clench in reflex.  I was so focused on the surprising heat building inside of me that I didn’t move fast enough when that first warning jerk came.  The hand resting lightly on the back of my head tightened.  A jet of come shot into my mouth.  I tried to rear back.  He held my head in an iron grip and then pinched my nostrils together.  I had to swallow or smother.  A twinge of nausea went through me with the first gulp but by the time he’d stopped the urge had passed.  He released his hold on my nose.  “Suck it.”

Swallowing, I sucked on him until he finally told me I could lift my head.

Someone removed the chain from his slack hand.  I discovered when he’d tugged me to my feet that it was Basil.  The image that I’d had of Basil the bashful vanished as he led me to another chair and sprawled in it, offering me his cock.  I stared down at it, discovering his was the one with the spiral.  Wondering what it would feel like inside of me, I got to my knees a little stiffly, worked the kinks from my jaw, and covered him with my mouth. 

Brandy was screaming in climax when I began to pleasure Basil with my mouth.  It distracted me, but it seemed to excite him.  I’d only been giving him head for a few minutes when I felt the warning jerk.  His fingers, already threaded in hair, tightened.  I knew the unspoken command.  I fought it anyway and it was as useless as the first attempt had been.  To my surprise, I not only didn’t feel the nausea I’d felt the first time, it actually excited me.  I sucked on him far more enthusiastically than I had Shaun and was almost disappointed when I couldn’t draw any more out of him.

My jaw was aching when Hunter drew me with him to the couch.  To my surprise, instead of sitting down, he lay down and directed me to climb on top of him in the sixty nine position, placing my knees on either side of his chest.  Anticipation shot through me so hard when he touched my clit that I almost came.  With far more enthusiasm than I’d expected since my jaw was already killing me, I began sucking and stroking his cock rather feverishly, waiting and hoping for him to provide the same service. 

I waited in vain.  He teased me unmercifully, spreading my cheeks to study my cleft, lightly touching the engorged flesh but no more than that.  I discovered after a few moments that his only objective was to further arouse himself.  When I felt that warning jerk the third time, I lifted my head since Hunter was too busy tormenting me and had positioned me anyway so that he couldn’t make me swallow.

Someone was waiting for that sign of rebellion.  I hadn’t managed to dislodge Hunter’s cock from my mouth when a hand settled on the back of my head and forced it down again.  He held me there until I’d sucked Hunter dry as I had the others.

When he finally released me, I discovered Gabe had returned.  “Stubborn,” he murmured.  “I guess I’ll have to punish you after all.”

Fear instantly sent a flood of cold washing through me. 

He studied my face.  “I’ll let you know when I’ve decided on it.  For now—go with Snow White and fix us something to eat.”

I was wobbly when I finally managed to get up.  Brandy, looking thoroughly sated, stood up to follow me.  Gabe stopped her.  “Go clean up first.”

She looked down at the come running down her thigh and merely nodded, wandering around in confusion for several moments until Gabe escorted her to the downstairs bathroom.

I leaned weakly against the kitchen counter when I’d retreated to the kitchen, my knees braced.  It was hard to decide what was throbbing worse—my jaws, or my clit or my nipples.  Deciding finally to ease the ache in my jaws with a hot compress, I grabbed several paper towels and wet them, holding them against first one cheek and then the other.  The ache subsided after a few minutes—at least the ache in my jaws.  The other aches only seemed to grow progressively worse, or it was more noticeable without the distraction of my aching jaws. 

I shuddered to think what my poor pussy was going to feel like after having one of those posts shoved up it. 

It flickered through my mind that porns generally featured men that weren’t entirely normal.  It was unfortunate that that hadn’t occurred to me before I’d signed those damned papers!

That was the least of my concerns at the moment, though, because as soon as I’d managed to shift my focus from my aching jaws I remembered Gabe’s threat/promise.  I was sure killing me wasn’t on those papers anywhere, but that wasn’t much of a relief.  I’d experienced plenty of non-life-threatening pain in my life—enough to know that some pain made you wish you were dead. 

This was supposed to be all sexual, though, I told myself.  They wouldn’t actually torture me!

I was sorry I hadn’t taken a peak in to the playroom, though. 

Well, maybe not.  Maybe ignorance was bliss?

My imagination wouldn’t allow me any bliss, though. 

When Gabe finally came to the door and looked in at me, I stared at him with fear for several moments before I realized he’d come to see why I wasn’t working.  Scurrying to the refrigerator, I opened it to look for something to fix.  The blast of cold air against my throbbing, overheated pulse points was almost torture by itself.  My nipples hardened painfully.  Shivering, I studied the contents.  Discovering there was food in containers, I checked it. 

I didn’t know whether to be delighted to discover I was only expected to heat a meal or more unnerved that I couldn’t hide in the kitchen for several hours.  Gabe finally left when Brandy wandered in. 

“My god!  I came four times!  I thought my heart would stop.”

Brag bitch, I thought resentfully!  I hadn’t come once, not that I would’ve been complaining ordinarily, but I discovered I’d developed a deep itch to go along with the throbbing nipples and clit that were driving me crazy. 

I wasn’t to be allowed any pleasure, I suddenly recalled, because Gabe was punishing me. 

Maybe that was all the punishment, I thought a little hopefully?

That was bad enough, I decided.  I wasn’t sure he would agree, unfortunately. 

Brandy settled to watch me work.  I was too wrought up over my impending punishment to feel much resentment, though—actually any.  It didn’t take me nearly as long to heat everything up as I’d hoped it might. 

I hid in the kitchen and let Brandy take the food out and serve it.

Gabe came to collect me. 

Chapter Four

I had to sit on the floor by Gabe’s chair while everyone ate.  He hand fed me.

I was tempted to bite his damned fingers, but I could see he’d considered the possibility.  He poked an index finger in my mouth, teasing me with the possibility.  I sucked it instead and heat flickered in his eyes. 

It jumped in my belly, too, although I wouldn’t have admitted it under torture.

Ok, I might if I was tortured.  I was allergic to pain.

He didn’t feed me much, but then my stomach was so knotted with nerves that I wasn’t especially hungry.  I wouldn’t have eaten what I did if he hadn’t given it to me and I hadn’t known that it was another command. 

When we’d finished eating, everyone moved to the parlor again.  This time, however, they took seats around the room.  Gabe allowed me to sit on his lap, but despite the erection he was sporting, I wasn’t allowed to sit on that.  He wedged it between the cheeks of my ass and drew me back until I was leaning against his chest.  Settling my legs on either side of his, he spread his legs, stretching my thighs wide and then proceeded to ignore me. 

As embarrassed as I was at being displayed, it didn’t stop my body from building more heat.  They talked.  I couldn’t concentrate on the conversation.  My mind was divided between my current state of discomfort, building anxiety, and the certainty that I wasn’t going to like whatever Gabe had planned for me.  I might not have been able to sustain it except that every time I began to relax a little, Gabe would redirect my attention to my aching body.  Almost idly, he plucked at one nipple a while and then the other while he talked about the show and they discussed how they’d come to be picked for the show and what they hoped to gain from it. 

When he’d teased my nipples until I thought I would scream, he stopped.  For a while he didn’t touch me at all, and then he found my clit.  I almost leapt out of his lap when he pinched it.  A jolt seared through me that made my belly cramp.  He toyed with it until I thought I was going to come and then stopped. 

I was thoroughly exhausted with the constant state of arousal and my fears when Gabe finally moved me off his lap, informed everyone that he had to see to my punishment in case they wanted to watch and then led me up the stairs.  My legs were so weak I might have stumbled except that he had a firm grip on the leash and a short hold.  My belly clenched harder when he led me past my bedroom door and down the hall to the playroom. 

He flipped a light switch beside the door as he led me inside.  Bright light didn’t flood it.  Instead, a reddish glow lit the interior that left shadows around the room and somehow made the things in it seem even scarier.  Naturally enough, I didn’t recognize any of it since I’d never been ‘in’ to BDSM and I was convinced that was the purpose of this particular room. 

He paused, surveying the room as if he hadn’t already decided what he would do and then led me to one of the least frightening pieces in the room.  I almost felt weak with relief when I saw it was just a lounge chair—strangely shaped—but that was what it looked like.  Beside it was a small, single drawer table and on top of the table was what looked like the sort of ice buckets commonly used in hotels.

Settling in the seat, he drew me toward him.  “Climb up, facing me.  Put one foot on either side of me and then lower yourself into a crouch.”

My heart was thundering in my chest.  I still didn’t see anything particularly threatening in it, though, and complied without resistance, realizing anticipation and hopefulness were rapidly outpacing my uneasiness.  Besides, I was already in trouble, I reminded myself, and it occurred to me that whatever he had in mind might be over quickly if I didn’t resist him anymore.

Catching my waist, he drew me upward until I was completely upright.  “Stay.”

A touch of annoyance flickered through me.  His one-word commands had begun to strike me as the sort of thing one would use with a dog—sit, roll over, stay!  I forgot all about that, though, when he reached into the drawer of table beside the chair and pulled a tube of lubricant out. 

As badly as I hated to admit it even to myself, my heart leapt.  I’d been suffering for hours and hours.  Finally!  Relief!  Even though I was somewhat worried about trying to mount that monster of his, my kegels clapped happily.  Like the others, he had adorned his cock with metal.  He was wearing a spiral like Shaun and the suspicion that they were brothers grew a little stronger. 

My first inkling that I’d completely mistaken the situation came when he’d finished thoroughly coating his cock with lubrication.  Spreading the cheeks of my ass with his fingers, he removed the butt plug I’d been wearing all day and dropped it on the floor beside the chair.  I was relieved, briefly.  I knew I was in trouble, though, when he pulled another tube from the drawer.  It was icy when he rubbed it over the bud of my rectum and then inserted his finger.  For a few moments, I felt some discomfort and then numbness. 

My heart leapt into my throat and tried to choke me.  I might have tried to leap up and run if I hadn’t been positioned so awkwardly I knew it was absolutely impossible to escape—and if I hadn’t also realized that he’d secured the end of the chain to one arm of the chair.  I was in such a blind state of panic, in point of fact, that he’d wedged the head of his cock into my rectum and then upset my center of gravity by jerking my feet forward along the seat before my brain could actually assimilate what he had in mind. 

I sucked in a sharp gasp as I felt the head of his cock sink into me.  I wasn’t particularly relieved when I felt no pain because I couldn’t convince myself it wasn’t coming.  Instinctively, I caught myself with my thighs to keep from sliding further down the huge post that was so well lubricated my own weight was carrying me down it. 

He picked up a cloth and wiped his hands unhurriedly while I gritted my teeth and held myself up more by force of will than strength.  My thighs were already burning from the effort of holding myself up on the three points—the end of his cock and my feet.

“This is an exercise in obedience,” he murmured huskily.  “From now on when I tell you to do something you will immediately do it—without question, without hesitation.”

I swallowed convulsively. 

“The correct response is ‘Yes, Dom Gabe’.”

“Yes, Dom Gabe,” I said shakily, gripping his shoulders when I felt myself slipping.

He reached into the drawer again and brought out a pair of cuffs.  “Give me your wrists.”

I struggled inwardly with the twin urges to resist because I didn’t want my hands cuffed and the equal anxiety that, by allowing it, I wouldn’t be able to balance myself.  He waited until I finally held my wrists out.  Locking the cuff on one, he pushed both arms behind my back and locked the other side.

I slid a little deeper down his shaft and panted for breath at the fullness I was starting to feel.   He settled back and studied me.  “Give me your nipple.  The right one, I think.”

I stared at him blankly for a moment before I realized he meant for me to lean forward.  I tried but discovered fairly quickly that, even spreading my thighs wider, I couldn’t move close enough without losing my balance.  I arched my back instead.  He opened his mouth.  I waited, but when he didn’t lean forward I realized he was waiting for me to put it in his mouth.  Struggling, I managed to move a little closer.  I wobbled precariously when I had, though.  He clamped down on the end my breast with his teeth.  I hadn’t realized until he did just how sensitive my entire breast was from the blood collecting there.  I nearly blacked out.  I couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or pain, but it seemed to be a combination of the two.  As I felt his cock slipping deeper inside of me, though, felt the pull on my breast when he didn’t let go, I struggled upward to ease the discomfort at both ends.  He raked his teeth from the areole to the tip.  I more than half expected to see blood when he released it, but then I realized the blood had pooled in the tip until it was excruciatingly sensitive.  He hadn’t even bit down hard enough to leave marks, let alone draw blood. 

It almost seemed worse that when he’d done it my kegels had gone crazy. I could feel moisture building inside of me and oozing along my channel. 

“Now the other one.”

I hesitated longer that time. 

He punished me by clamping down a little tighter. 

My thighs began to quiver with the strain.  When he finally released his hold, I sank halfway down his shaft before I could stop myself.  Pleasure trembled deep inside me as I struggled to lift myself again. 

“Give me the right nipple.”

I was dizzy, I discovered, from panting.  Resistance went through me, but I strained to do as he had ordered, wincing as I felt his teeth dig into the excruciatingly tender skin.  That time, though, he sucked on it.  For several moments, I quivered on the verge of climaxing.  The moment a moan of pleasure escaped me, though, he stopped, releasing me.  

He tormented me for what seemed like hours, keeping me completely off kilter.  Over and over, I came close to coming, but I never quite managed it, even when he added to the torture by occasionally pinching my clit and tugging at it.  I never knew whether I was going to receive pleasure or pain when he ordered me to give him first one breast and then other over and over and I lost any semblance of will. 

When I reached a point where I’d been tormented so long I began to think that the very next time he took my nipple into his mouth I was going to come whether he gave me pleasure or pain, he changed tactics. 

I was too beleaguered at the time to realize that I gave myself away with my eagerness, lifting my breast without command and offering it.  He studied me for a long moment and reached toward the table.  I heard a scraping noise and then a tinkling sort of sound, but I was too disoriented to interpret them, to brace myself.  I wasn’t certain later that I could’ve braced myself even if I’d realized what was coming.

It felt like he’d touched fire to my clit, though, when he cupped the piece of ice to it.  I sucked in a sharp breath and collapsed, driving him fully inside of me.  For several moments, I couldn’t move, didn’t breathe, anticipating an explosion of pain.  I couldn’t believe it when it didn’t happen, couldn’t help but wonder if I just hadn’t felt it yet because of the ice he’d cupped to my overheated clit.  As it grew numb from the cold, though, and I realized I was no more uncomfortable than before, I managed to open my eyes.

That time, I saw it coming and it still sent a hard jolt through me when he rubbed the piece of ice he’d picked up back and forth across my nipple.  “Don’t move,” he said through gritted teeth when I jolted. 

I panted for breath, but within a couple of moments, the ice had cooled my nipple to numbness as it had my clit.  Popping the rapidly melting ice into his mouth, he dragged me toward him and sucked my nipple into his mouth.  At the same time, he grasped my hips, lifted me and drove me down on his shaft a couple of times and then uttered a deep throated growl and came. 

Absolute disbelief filled me even as I watched his face contort with pleasure—and outrage as it sank into me that he’d deliberately numbed me to sensation.  He’d tortured me endlessly and still didn’t give me any relief! 

“The next time I command you, what is your response?” he gasped hoarsely when he’d caught his breath.

“Yes, Dom Gabe,” I said with a mixture of resentment and hopefulness.

“Good!  If you’re good tomorrow, I might allow you to have a little pleasure.”

He lifted me off of his lap and set me on my feet beside the chair.  My legs promptly gave out and I collapsed on the floor. 

When he’d gotten up, he helped me to my feet and, holding one arm, led me down the hall to my bedroom.  “Clean up and come back to me.”

Numb with disbelief, I didn’t even try to argue.  The temptation struck me when I entered the bathroom, though, to finish myself off.  Apparently, that thought occurred to him, too.  He followed me after a few moments and watched me bathe.  When I got out, he made me bend over and present my ass.  I felt his finger lightly rubbing my rectum.  “This will be sore for a few days,” he murmured.  “Stay put.  I’ll be right back.”

I’d begun to wonder if he meant bent over just like I was when he returned and smoothed something cool and soothing on my rectum.  “I shouldn’t have tried it so soon,” he muttered—to himself, I thought.  “Get some sleep.  You can sleep naked or you can wear that.”

He gave me a hard look when I followed him into the bedroom.  “You aren’t allowed pleasure until I say.  Understood?”

I gaped at him for several moments before it dawned on me that he was warning me not to pleasure myself. 

“I’ll be watching.  Of course, if you’re still feeling rebellious, we can have another session in the playroom tomorrow.”

My ass throbbed a complaint at the threat.  Nodding, I climbed meekly into my bed and lay down.  When he’d left, I got up again and struggled out of the binding, but I quickly discovered it didn’t give me much relief at all.  My entire body was still aching and throbbing with demand.  The cool linens hurt my overheated skin and even when I grew accustomed the faintest movement brought me surfacing toward awareness.

Exhaustion eventually deadened me to the world.  I was rudely awakened some time later by a sharp pop on one cheek of my bare ass that brought me scrambling upright.

Basil stood over me, his expression stern.  “It’s nearly nine.  Breakfast is ready.  Get cleaned up.”

Still drunk with fatigue, I rolled from the bed, looked around in confusion for a moment and finally located the door to the bathroom.  Basil came in while I was in the shower and propped on the vanity to watch me finish up.  “I found you something to wear,” he said when I got out.  “Come.  I’ll help you get dressed.”

Irritation flickered through me, but I grabbed a towel and dried off quickly, towel drying my hair the best I could before presenting myself.  Fortunately, by that time I was awake enough to realize I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.  I’d entered the twilight realm of sexual torture. 

Even after hours of sleep my body wasn’t completely at rest.  There was a faint, uncomfortable sense of restlessness nagging at me. 

“Bend over the bed for me.”

I studied him a little uneasily and finally did as he said.  The moment I did, he pushed my legs wider and used his thumbs to part my cheeks.  “Hold still.”

I watched him move to the bedside table, but I couldn’t see what he took out even when he turned around.  I felt him stroke something along my rectum.  “Relax.”

I might’ve been able to, I thought a little indignantly, if I hadn’t immediately felt the pressure of something being shoved up my ass! 

What was wrong with my damned pussy, I wondered a little angrily?  Were they just going to ignore it because I’d discovered I didn’t want them to?  Were they psychic?  Or just that damned good?

He slipped a pair of thongs up my legs when he’d inserted the butt plug. 

At least, I thought it was a thong until he told me to straighten.  That was when I discovered it was another one of the torture rope things like the one I’d worn the day before.

If I ever got in to something like this again, I thought as he bound me in the damned thing, I was going to kill my sister if that was what it took to get my choice of the damned wardrobe!  I’d honestly thought there wasn’t a hair’s worth of difference between the things!  Where were my bustiers and thongs?  That was what I wanted to know!

I stared at my feet sullenly when Basil had adjusted everything, trying to ignore the fact that I was already starting to feel the blood pooling in those areas that was going to be driving me crazy in short order.  

Leaving me standing by the bed, he collected a comb and returned, slowly working it through my hair until he’d removed all the tangles.  It might have soothed me under other circumstances.  As it was, it just seemed one more lesson in servility—I belonged to them for the duration and I’d better get used to it. 

Last but by no means least, he fastened a collar around my throat and then led me from the room. 

I discovered everyone was sitting at the table when I arrived.  Embarrassment flickered through me and a little resentment, but I was hungry enough neither lasted long.  Basil sat down and drew me onto his lap to feed me.

Damn it!  I was hungry!  I wanted to shove my own food in my mouth!

I was going to be a little angel if it killed me, though.  I didn’t think I could take a lot more of what I’d endured the day before without cracking. 

After everybody had stared at me for a little while, they picked up the conversations they’d been involved in before my arrival.  I couldn’t help but notice that Brandy was like one of the gang.  She chatted very merrily at the end of the table with the guys. 

I hoped she choked on her god damned eggs!

The thought had barely crossed my mind when I choked.  Karma!

Basil waited until I’d stopped coughing and offered me a sip of coffee.  It was horrible—black straight up—but I needed caffeine desperately enough that I followed the cup when he moved it, trying to slurp up just one more sip.

I didn’t care if it did look pathetic!

Actually, I did, but I wanted the damned coffee a lot worse than anything else. 

He fed me more bacon and eggs until I finally clamped my lips together and refused to take another bite. 

I discovered when I eventually glanced around the table that half the gang had left—well, not quite half.  Hunter, Gabe, and Shaun had stayed to watch Basil feed me, I supposed.  They’d finished their own breakfast.

And were leisurely sipping their coffee.

“What time do we start up today?” Hunter asked, his gaze resting on my breasts.

Gabe shrugged.  “It doesn’t really matter.  I’ll be editing segments together.”  He studied me speculatively.  “She’s still resisting—so no cookies, but otherwise feel free to play—or you can do whatever you like.  We’ll need some footage of light petting, heavy petting, a little flirtation.  Glenda wants to try to pull in some women and they like that sort of thing. 

“If you don’t want anything else to eat, Rose, you can clean up the table and the kitchen,” he added, abruptly addressing her.

As irritated as I was about the way I’d been dismissed and the order to clean up while Brandy sat on her ass, I was actually relieved to have something to do.  I’d been trying to ignore the conversation, knowing it was a debate about what to do with me next, but I could feel my arousal growing more profound the longer they talked—and stared at me.

Slipping off of Basil’s lap, I began to collect the dishes.

I discovered the game Gabe had in mind when I leaned past him to get his plate. He stopped me, turning me so that he could take one nipple in his mouth and sucking on it until my toes curled and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head.  It took me a few moments to remember what I’d been doing before he grabbed me, and Hunter caught me just as unaware as Gabe had, drawing me down onto his lap and covering the other nipple.  My knees were so wobbly when he finally helped me to my feet again, that I had to lock them for a moment to recover.  I was shaking so badly when I’d finally gathered the dishes and headed into the kitchen that the dishes rattled in my hands.

Plunking them down on the counter by the sink, I stared at the empty sink for a moment and finally turned the cold water on, splashing it over my face and neck and breasts until I’d cooled the heated skin.  Feeling a little less shaky, I started the water in the sink and dried off with a paper towel, then resolutely focused on raking the plates out and loading the sink.

I’d managed to wash about half the dishes when I felt a presence behind me and realized one of the men had followed me, caught me with my guard down because of the noise of the water and my own distraction.  Before I could turn, he slid his arms around me, cupping my breasts.  I twisted my head to look over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of Gabe’s face as he lowered his mouth to the side of my neck.  Goosebumps rose and scattered all over me when I felt the heat of his mouth, the flick of his tongue.  He lifted his head and tugged at my earlobe for a moment before he whispered near my ear.  “When you’re mine, baby, I’m going to make it so good for you that you’ll be screaming my name.”

I wanted to dispute that arrogant claim, but I had a bad feeling he knew what he was doing to me.  In the twenty-four hours I’d been under his thumb I was already torn between hating his guts and desperately wanting him to do more to me.  I had a bad feeling that things were going to go downhill for me from there. 

I was almost as tempted to promise to call him god right then if he’d just make the ache go away—almost. 

He pulled me away from the sink, turned me, and caught my waist, lifting me to the counter top.  For several moments, he met my gaze and I had the feeling that he was going to kiss me.  Instead, after a moment, he bent down and pulled at my nipples with his mouth and tongue until I could feel my temperature rising. 

He was panting slightly himself when he lifted his head.  Again, he met my gaze, as if debating with himself and finally dropped his gaze downward.  Shifting, he pushed my thighs wide and dragged his tongue over my clit.  Blackness swarmed over me at the exquisite feel of his tongue.  It deepened when he sucked it into his mouth and pulled on it.

My heart was hammering with expectation when he lifted his head.  A mixture of disappointment and anger flickered through me when he merely studied me a moment and then left.

Confusion joined the other emotions as I watched him leave.  Then it hit me—the discussion at the table.  I lifted my head jerkily and scanned the kitchen ceiling and then scooted off of the counter.  I didn’t see a camera, but he’d made it clear that they’d scattered them throughout the house. 

The entire damned thing had been a show for the camera?

Struggling with an odd mixture of hurt, anger, and more confusion, I returned my attention to the dishes.  My acute awareness of the cameras and microphones didn’t last long.  It fluttered at the back of my mind from time to time but I was so miserable by mid-afternoon that there wasn’t a lot of room for thoughts in my head.

They ganged up on me.  As aware as I was that this was what they considered punishment to teach me my ‘place’ as their submissive, I was constantly torn by the will to resist and the need driving me nuts.  I managed to find an hour or two of peace throughout the day, but no more than that. 

Basil dragged me down on the couch beside him and played with me for hours while he stared at the video game Daniel and Scott were playing, much to Brandy’s irritation since she didn’t see any sense at all in them focusing on that stupid game when they could’ve been focused on her.  He aroused me until I felt downright feverish, achy all over.  I came close to coming when he finally ceased to stroke my clit and pushed one thick finger inside of me.  In one corner of my mind, I was aware that he’d spread me in such a way as to make certain he was playing more to the camera than me, but I discovered I didn’t care as long as he touched me, if he’d just soothe the ache gnawing at my insides.  I discovered he was watching my face intently, however, and the moment I closed my eyes to try to focus on the deep stroke of his finger, he removed it. 

He stroked my nipples for a few moments and then sat up and told me to pleasure him with my mouth.  I was a little surprised at my own eagerness to comply, but I think somewhere in the back of my mind I had the firm conviction that, once I had, he’d reciprocate—turn about and all that.

I’d forgotten the new rule.

I was so desperate by that time, though, that I almost came when he did.  I thought for a handful of moments that I had come, but it was no more than a weak precursor of a climax—sort of like an almost sneeze—and I felt worse afterward not better.

He got up and left me to sulk on the couch when I’d finished with him, taking a turn at the video game when Scott decided he’d had enough and put the control down.  Moving to Brandy, Scott caught her ankles, lifted her legs straight up over her head and nailed her while I was watching.

I should’ve been horrified.  The day before, I had been, but I was already either dulled to that sort of shock, or just too horny for it to register in my mind beyond the fact that I could watch, but I couldn’t taste.

I tried not to watch, but his cock was easily as big as the other monsters all the guys seemed to be carrying around and I was mesmerized, watching it slide in and out, faster and faster until Brandy began to sound like a cat with its tail caught in a wringer.

I stared sullenly at the TV screen when she finally stopped yowling and began to make mewling sounds of relief.

Slowly, my body began to cool and the discomfort eased.  I’d just decided that I would go up to my room and finish cooling off with a shower when Hunter arrived.  Heading directly for me, he plopped down on the couch and dragged me on to his lap, gnawing hungrily at my breasts until my belly was clenching so spastically it hurt. 

When he’d thoroughly aroused himself, he sprawled on the couch and held his cock up in demand.  I didn’t even feel a flicker of resentment that time.  I dove at him hungrily and pulled at his thick flesh until he came and finally pried me loose when I’d sucked him dry and kept pulling at him until he was beginning to get hard again.

Getting up, I stalked upstairs for the cold shower I’d promised myself, but by that time I was as aroused as I had been when Basil was tormenting me and the shower didn’t help much. 

By the end of my second day I was almost ready to weep.  I was surrounded by men with monster cocks and I’d never been so desperately horny in my entire life. 

Chapter Five

Absently massaging the throbbing ache of his erection, Gabe studied the video broodingly or, more specifically, Nicole’s ass.  He didn’t know what it was about the shape of her ass that set him on fire to get his hands on her every time he looked at it.  He’d never considered himself an ass man, but there was sure as hell something about it that made him rock hard every time he looked at it.

Maybe it was that inviting little cleft down at the bottom, right where her treasures were hidden?  It drew his gaze unerringly with the sway of her hips, like an open invitation, made him almost think he could look right down her cleft if he could catch the right angle.

So far he hadn’t and the cameras hadn’t either, much to his disappointment. 

It had amused him to think of falling in lust with that ass the first time he saw it.  He’d been ready to dismiss all the doubts circling in his mind, though, even before he’d let Glenda talk him in to taking her on.  He’d been ready to convince the others that Nicole and Brandy were perfect for their first project and that made him a little uneasy about the blithe assessment of lust. 

The attraction had certainly been immediate, but it sure as hell wasn’t the first time.  The depth of his attraction had been a pleasant surprise … at the time.

As bad as he hated to admit it, it was beginning to get a little unnerving, though.  He’d felt instant lust plenty of times, and even raging lust fairly often.  Rarely had either circumstance outlasted that first impression, though, and the two that had had already begun to taper toward indifference within a week, two at the most.  He doubted it would’ve lasted that long if he’d been stuck to either one like he had Nicole 24 hours a day for almost a solid week. 

The uneasy feeling that he was becoming obsessed flickered through his mind and his attempts to convince himself it was an obsession to get his first project perfect weren’t working.

He was, in point of fact, having a hard fucking time focusing on the damned project at all.  He spent half of every day going over and over the videos in an attempt to decide what to cut and what to keep, but he was finding it nearly impossible to create order of it.

It occurred to him that at least part of it might just be the fact that he’d envisioned following one woman through her initiation into complete and total submission and training her body to respond instantly to his command—their command, he mentally amended—another problem he was having that he hadn’t anticipated—possessiveness. 

Brandy was a distraction, but he couldn’t very well object, particularly when he was almost completely convinced that she was the one who’d made off with a sizeable chunk of their operating capital—the producer’s, Glenda’s, operating capital, anyway.  She wasn’t in to him for anything, but he couldn’t ignore his partner’s justifiable determination to take out in trade what had already been paid for.

It wasn’t as if she wasn’t damned good, anyway.  If he’d been shooting for straight porn, he couldn’t have asked for a better female for the part.  She was completely in touch with her sexuality, and she had a healthy appetite for it—no acting involved. 

None on Nicole’s part, for that matter. 

And that was one of the many reasons they couldn’t have found a more perfect pair for the project.  Neither one was an aspiring actress who was more interested in how she looked on camera than what was going on.  He didn’t have to worry about over-acting or stilted under-acting.  Both of them were simply reacting to what was going on, interacting naturally with each other and the men.

There was also the undeniable perk that they were both pretty, unconsciously sexy, and built the way a man liked to see a woman—curves in all the right places.

If he had any complaints at this juncture at all it was the fact that Brandy was just a touch psycho—like a stick of dynamite—liable to go off with the slightest spark, and Nicole was as hard as nails beneath that little mouse façade. 

Actually, he didn’t think it was a façade.  He’d taken it at face value in the beginning and he still didn’t think he’d misjudged her.  She was like … water, completely malleable in many ways, but she still managed to slip through his fingers.

Uttering a disgusted breath, he switched from video to live feed, leaned back in his chair, and laced his fingers behind his head.  The other screens lit up as the cameras began to rotate feed.  The bedrooms were empty, he discovered with little surprise.

He found the group in the front parlor and reset the cameras accordingly.  With the screens all displaying the front parlor, he not only had a 360 degree view of the room, he had angles and focal points.  The men knew all of them.  They’d very carefully set each one to make certain they had a good view of the action once they got started so that they didn’t actually have to man them.  They’d marked the spots for close ups with Xs until they’d memorized them.

There were more cameras in the parlor than any other room—except the women’s rooms and the playroom and he was still a little surprised that everyone seemed more inclined to gather there.  As shy as Nicole was, as uncomfortable as she’d been about her body, he was more surprised about her than any of the others, but he thought it might be the ‘punishment’.  She’d been pretty blatantly horrified the first time she’d seen her sister performing, but she’d either gotten used to it or she was just too focused on her own misery to really notice any more.

Basil, he discovered without any surprise but with a sudden tension that felt suspiciously like jealousy, had Nicole on the couch again.  He thought he was going to have to object on the grounds that it was getting god damned redundant.  He needed to be a little more inventive or their viewers were going to begin speculating that it was a fucking loop. 

Telling himself it was a director’s decision, he did something he had decided against before they’d started—he zoomed the cameras in that were picking up Nicole on the couch until he had a tight shot of what Basil was doing to her.  At the moment, merely plucking at her nipples, but even as he divided his own attention between studying the taut, dark pink buds Basil was pinching and pulling at, Basil slid a hand down her belly to her cleft.  He’d followed protocol.  He’d very carefully spread her thighs wide enough to give the camera an unobstructed view of her genitals.  Gabe not only couldn’t object to that, he could barely take his eyes off of her swollen, reddened clit.  His cock, already hard enough he felt dizzy, got harder, began to throb like a son-of-a-bitch when he saw Basil catch the bud between two fingers and pull at it.  His throat went dry. 

She squirmed, tried to close her legs, uttered a whimper of protest. 

“No.  Open them wider for me, baby.”

Instead of flicking a look toward the speakers when he heard Basil’s gravelly voice, Gabe glanced toward the distant shot of the two of them.  Basil had his mouth against her ear.  That explained the interference, he thought absently, far more focused on the fact that Basil was sucking on her ear and the expression of blissful suffering on Nicole’s face than the poor sound quality.

She hesitated—just a fraction too long to put it down to confusion and Gabe felt a twinge of triumph that she was still resisting.  It didn’t last.  She drew her knees up, allowing them to fall to either side and opening herself fully to his touch.  Basil plucked at her clit until her hips began to lift.  Fury washed over Gabe.  He’d strictly forbidden any of them to give her release.  He was on the point of stalking downstairs and knocking the hell out of him for ignoring his orders when he stopped.

She released a sobbing breath, stirring restlessly against him when he went back to pinching her nipples.

Gabe scrubbed a hand over his face and discovered he was shaking. 

She was ready, he thought abruptly.  If he gave her what she so desperately needed, rewarded her after all the punishment she’d taken, she was his. 

And if he didn’t, one of the others was going to pluck her.  It wouldn’t matter if he beat the fuck out of them for it.  The deed would be done.  If he was going to have her, he was going to have to move on it.

The question was, he thought wryly, did he still have the self-control he needed to manage it?

* * * *

Basil knew the game plan Gabe had decided on was the right one.  He didn’t have quite the experience Gabe had as a Dom, but he didn’t miss it by a hell of a lot.  His instincts weren’t quite what Gabe’s were if it came to that, but, again, they were damned close.  Gabe was a Dom among Doms, however, and, although none of them were willing to admit it publicly, privately they all knew it.  He knew it.  Gabe knew it, and he wasn’t above swinging his weight around when he had his eye on a particularly succulent target.

And Nicole was a sweet one, the tastiest he’d ever had the opportunity of sampling.

Gabe’s prowess aside, his instincts were telling him Nicole was ripe for the plucking.  She’d been a challenge—a surprising one—but they had her so wound up now she was ready to crack.

Unfortunately, she was fucking with his head as much as he was fucking with hers.  He wasn’t as convinced as he wanted to be that it was the certainty that she was ready that had him itching to jump or if he was just itching to jump because he was desperate to reap the rewards, hungry to have it all, to indulge his fantasies with Nicole to the fullest.

Getting head from her wasn’t enough.  In fact, it only seemed to fire his blood for more and the need to bury himself root deep in her and fuck her until he died a happy man was slowly turning his brain to mush.

Aside from the fact that he was rapidly nearing the breaking point, it bothered the shit out of him that it had taken four of them to get her to this point—and they were damned good.  He didn’t think that was conceit.  They were pretty widely accepted as formidable at the game.

Nicole was a law unto herself, though. 

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thoroughly enjoyed the challenge.  The problem was, he’d enjoyed it too much, to the point that he was becoming way too possessive of her.

It was a game.  It was an enterprise they all expected to make money on.

It wasn’t personal.  It wasn’t private.

And he still couldn’t accept that he was looking down the road a few weeks at ‘cut’ and ‘wrap’. 

Someone was going to ‘inherit’ their pet project at the end of the game and he wanted to be the one, he realized.  Nicole wasn’t disposable.  She was a keeper, a prize.

The problem was, he had a feeling the others were beginning to feel the same way, if they didn’t already.  As tempted as he was to ignore the agreement they’d made between them and take what he wanted, though, he wasn’t comfortable with the idea.

Part of that had to do with honor.  A Dom didn’t fight over a slave. 

But part of it, he knew, had to do with Nicole herself.  She had to choose him as her master or it wasn’t going to work.

It griped his ass, but he was just going to have to play by the rules and wait for the chance to teach his baby utter devotion to him—and his cock—and what he could do for her that no one else could.

He got so caught up in imagining what he was going to do to her when he got the chance that he damned near blew the entire fucking thing.  It wasn’t until he felt Nicole shudder that he realized he’d almost brought her off.

“Not yet, baby,” he murmured against her throat.  “When you’re ready, I’m going to take you to paradise.”

* * * *

I hardly knew myself any more.  On the rare occasions when I was able to step back and view my situation with even a modicum of objectivity, I knew I wasn’t the same person I’d been before I’d arrived at hell house.  I supposed some of what I was experiencing might have been latent—there all the time but repressed, just as I was about everything else.

Surely not all of it, though?

The scariest part was that I’d reached the point where what they were doing was almost as much pain as pleasure and I wanted it anyway.

Maybe, deep down, I’d always wanted to be dominated.  I didn’t think so, but I supposed it was possible given the fact that I was way more inclined to want to beg them to give me release than I liked.  I had to fight the urge constantly, remind myself that it would be a mortal wound to my pride. 

I clung to that, though—my pride—as if it was the last life preserver on the raft!

On some levels, I almost thought I hated them—the four horsemen that had brought me my own private apocalypse.  It didn’t comfort me that I knew it was because they wouldn’t give me what I wanted—needed—because I knew that when and if they did I was really going to be a slave to them.  They’d brought me that much misery, given me that much pleasure and withheld the prize so long I was ready to beg for it—almost—beg them.  It had to be them, I thought a little feverishly.  No one else would do.

And that was the part that worried me.  I should actually hate them, I told myself.  They’d tormented me mercilessly, endlessly.  I should refuse to allow them to also be the ones to sooth the itch they’d been carefully nurturing until I thought I was going crack, until wild thoughts of humping anything rod-like flitted through my mind and I was beginning to study my bedposts with speculation.   

I almost felt like an addict, as if they’d somehow managed to turn me into a nympho maniac when I’d never had much of a sex drive.  I hadn’t thought I was lacking in any way.  I enjoyed it on occasion.  I could live without it, but it was alright, sometimes even better than alright.  It just wasn’t so damned good that I spent a lot of time worrying about sex when I wasn’t getting any.

I hadn’t before, anyway.  It worried me that I did now—all the time.  As often as I reminded myself it was all pretend and it was going to end when they’d shot all the footage they wanted, sometime between my arrival and the point I’d arrived at I’d changed radically.  I wasn’t looking forward to it coming to an end when I should have been.  I was worried about how I was going to get along when they took it away from me.

Would it just stop?  When I was finally free, would I feel free?  Thankful?  Or was I going to have to turn myself in to a clinic for sexual addiction?  And if I didn’t go for help, would sex dominate my life and make it impossible to function normally?

I didn’t know, but I realized I couldn’t really focus on the big picture.  I couldn’t focus on anything but being handed off from one man to the next.  I ached when they touched me.  I ached worse when they didn’t.  I’d finally reached such a surfeit of sensation and readiness that, if they played with me for more than a few minutes, I had what I’d come to think of as a half-orgasm, spasms that were more torment than relief—like almost sneezing.  They left me feeling worse than if nothing at all had happened. 

I’d completely lost any sense of the prudishness I’d once thought was as intrinsic to me as breathing.  I couldn’t be separated from it.  Watching other people have sex on film disturbed me.  Seeing people half-naked, let alone naked, disturbed me and I would certainly never consider walking around like that myself.

I didn’t even view it with detachment now.  I hadn’t been exposed to the point where I’d just become used to it, developed calluses to shield me.  I watched hopefully.  I couldn’t say I actually enjoyed it, but it sure as hell didn’t turn me off or cool me down.  All I could think while I watched Brandy put through her paces was that maybe I’d be next. 

I was going to have to give in, I finally realized.  They were fully capable of tormenting me until I completely lost my mind if I didn’t yield.  I was going to have to do whatever they wanted me to do, when they wanted it, without pausing to consider whether I wanted to or not.  It was the only way.

It seemed typical that the moment I finally made up my mind, Gabe changed the rules on me.

I knew he had when he sent me and Brandy up to our rooms after dinner although he usually allowed us to stay in the parlor and entertain the men.

* * * *

Gabe waited until he’d heard the doors upstairs close before he addressed the men.  “It’s time.  I’m going to christen Nicole tonight.  Who wants to be there?”

The men leaned closer.  He’d expected Shaun, Basil, and Hunter to step forward.  He hadn’t actually expected David, Scott, or Daniel to.  They’d seemed to favor Brandy, but he supposed, wryly, that that might have had a lot to do with the fact that he’d withheld Nicole.  It had been hell disciplining her for them, and they were Doms. 

He shrugged.  “Who wants to participate?”

He frowned when he got another unanimous.  He dismissed his pique, though.  Moving to a chair, he settled in it.  “We’ll have to choreograph this carefully.  I don’t want to miss anything important.”

“There won’t be anything happening that isn’t,” Basil said dryly.  “I’m assuming you mean to take her on her maiden voyage?”

“I do.”

Hunter and Shaun both scowled, but they kept their thoughts to themselves.  He didn’t like it, if it came to that, but it was no surprise.  “Well, we have to figure on giving her a little rest in between.  She isn’t going to be able to handle the seven of us without a little time.  What are we going to do about Brandy?  She isn’t going to take it well.  She figures she’s staked a claim on David, Scott, and Daniel.”

The three named looked thoroughly pissed off.  “Well she can think again!” David said tightly.  “It’s the other way around.”

“Yes, but you’ve let her think she’s calling the shots.  That’s always a mistake, and a worse one with a woman like Brandy,” Basil said dryly.

“I’m glad to see I’m not the only one with a concern.  I’m thinking we take her to the playroom and give her a thorough reaming.  I’d say ‘before’, but I don’t think anybody wants to take a chance on being below peak performance when they get to Nicole.”

“I don’t know,” Hunter said doubtfully.  “It might not be a bad idea to take the edge off.  I’ve been waiting so fucking long to get my hands on Nicole I’m liable to lose it before I get started good.”

“I hate to admit it, but he’s got a point,” Shaun agreed. 

Gabe frowned.  “I was thinking along the lines of tying Brandy up and moving back and forth between the two of them, but ….”  He shrugged.  “I actually don’t care for the idea of dividing my attention.  Alright—new plan.  We’ll put this off until tomorrow.  Snow White gets her seven hunks throughout the day.  We’ll need to get plenty of shots of all of us watching the proceedings to satisfy Glenda, and, of course, participating, but I’ll be clipping and cropping anyway, so we can rotate and keep Nicole occupied enough to keep her from getting too curious about the activity in the playroom.  By tomorrow night, Brandy ought to be exhausted enough to sleep like a baby—but we’ll take the added precaution of locking her in—just in case.  I don’t want to take a chance on her bouncing in and throwing one of her tantrums.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Shaun drawled.  “Do we need to change any of the camera settings?”

“I’d planned on most of the activity taking place in their rooms, or the playroom.  I think there are plenty of cameras, but we might want to make some adjustments.  This is a big event—something I hadn’t actually counted on—and another good reason to put it off until tomorrow. 

“Just so it doesn’t turn out looking like a free-for-all, I think we need to draw straws, or something, to determine the order and decide what our plans are.  We’ll want some inventive positions—which might mean repositioning some of the cameras.  I need some volunteers to do at least a couple of three ways.”

“I think we should do a four way with Nicole,” Basil said.

“Jesus!” Hunter growled.  “You think she can handle that?”

“It’s something to think about,” Gabe murmured.  “Positioning could be a real bitch.  She’s a little thing.  If we all crawl on her nobody’s going to see much besides our asses pumping.”

Basil grunted.  “I wasn’t actually thinking about the camera angles,” he said dryly, “but I see your point.”

“Nobody’s going to see much besides our pumping asses anyway,” Shaun said with amusement.  “I’ve got a position in mind that might work.  It might be a little awkward, but I think it would work.”

Hunter chuckled when Shaun had described it.  “Yeah, it might.  We might need to practice it a couple of times to get it right, though,” he added, mock serious.

“I can see this turning into an all-nighter,” Gabe said wryly.

“Well, I hope to hell you don’t have a rush job in mind!” Shaun said irritably.  “I don’t fucking want to be rushed.”

“Keep in mind we still have several weeks!” Gabe said tightly.

“Yeah, but only one maiden voyage!” Hunter shot back at him. 

“Alright, point taken.  We still need a three way.  Who’s doing it?  And what’s the plan?”

Everyone looked at everyone else. 
              “Fine!” Hunter said.  “I’ll take a three way, but I call shotgun, god damn it!”

“Which hole are you calling shotgun on?” Shaun asked.

Hunter seemed to wrestle with it.  “The ass,” he said finally.

“Alright, I take second position.”

“I assume that means Nicole sandwich.  You think you can handle doing it standing?”

“Are you serious?  I could handle it standing if she was just balanced on my pole,” Hunter said.  “I don’t think we’re going to have a problem bouncing her on two.”

“If we’re going to go three way with her, I think we ought to get two turns,” Shaun said.  “We could do the oilrig with her the first time around and the sandwich the next time.”

Gabe nodded.  “I think we’ll have to see how she’s holding up,” he said wryly.  “I see where you’re coming from, but remember—there’s seven of us.”

Pulling out his PDA, he started taking notes, trying to get a firm mental picture.  It took them a couple of hours, but they finally had it worked out to everyone’s satisfaction. 

“Alright,” Gabe said a little tiredly, “now for Brandy.  We should’ve figured this one first since she’s first on the agenda.”

Shaun shrugged and leaned around to look at David and Scott.  “Any positions you haven’t tried yet with Brandy?” he asked dryly.

Daniel grinned.  “We haven’t fucked her in bed—or missionary.”

“Well, it isn’t going to be in bed this time, either,” Gabe said irritably.  “Let’s go up to the playroom and check it out.”

“My vote’s on the ‘rack’,” Basil said, shrugging and then getting to his feet.   “We can turn her any way we want—inside out, upside down.”

Shaun chuckled when he saw it.  “Whoa!  Who designed this thing?”

“An acquaintance of mine,” Gabe responded.  “I’m not going to call him a friend—weird fucker, and he’s really in to BDSM—heavy on the S and M.”

“You think Brandy’s into S and M?” Scott asked a little doubtfully.

“I don’t know.  I wouldn’t be surprised,” Gabe said dryly.  “But I’m not and I’ve got no interest in chicks that are.  A little light—very light—S and M is alright once in a while.  It can add spice, but, ideally, sex should be fun for all, not something that could turn really ugly, where somebody could wind up in jail.”

“Or the morgue,” Shaun agreed.  “She’s liable to freak when she gets a look at this thing.”

“It just looks scary,” Basil commented.  “Ok, so it might be a little uncomfortable, but it wasn’t designed for anything but interesting positioning.”

Gabe grinned.  “Speaking of which … I think we need a volunteer to check out the interesting positions so I can check the cameras.”

David volunteered, but he was starting to look worried by the time they had him bound on the thing.     

Gabe studied him a moment and chuckled.  Lifting his PDA, he made a note.  “Blindfold Brandy to get her in to it.”

Chapter Six

It wasn’t that kitchen duty was particularly arduous.  It was the principle of the thing, I thought with irritation when I again found myself designated for clean up.  With damned few exceptions, I was always sent to handle kitchen clean up.  True, most of the time they either had the meals catered—which only required heating the food—or we settled for sandwiches or something simple like cereal for breakfast, but I didn’t like the idea that I’d signed on as janitor for the house—or maid.

It wasn’t that I especially wanted Brandy’s job—not really.  I wouldn’t have minded a little damned activity, but I was mostly peeved about the fact that Brandy always managed to land the cushy stuff and I ended up with shit!  It was hardly surprising I tended to think the shit fairy had blessed my birth!

On the few occasions I didn’t end up with the job, Brandy did, but she pouted and showed her ass about it, and I supposed that was why they didn’t send her to do it more often.  

The guys, apparently, were too macho for kitchen duty when there were two perfectly usable females in the house.  Of course, in all fairness, they did do pickup around the parlor and their rooms, I was sure, but most of the mess made in the parlor was their doing and so was the mess in their rooms. 

Dismissing it after a few minutes with the reflection that it at least gave me something to do to keep me occupied, I focused on the cleaning.  I discovered when I’d finished that Gabe had come in at some point.  He was leaning against the door to the hallway, studying me.

When he saw he had my attention, he lifted a hand and beckoned.  Reminding myself that I’d resolved to be a good little slave, I went to him.  He settled his hands on my shoulders, slipped them lightly along my arms and finally took my hand.  Leading me to the kitchen island, he lifted me up on it.  Planting his palms on either side of my hips, he leaned toward me.  “Lift your breasts for me,” he said in a husky voice that sent shivers up and down my spine. 

I wasn’t especially anxious for another helping of fondling without satisfaction, which I’d begun to realize was my problem.  If I hadn’t been so determined to avoid the unpleasantness, I might’ve been given a cookie.  Bracing myself, I cupped my hands beneath my breasts and lifted them in offering.

He studied them and finally shook his head.  “Brace your hands behind you and arch your back.”

Swallowing a little convulsively, I complied, waiting with a mixture of hope and dread for what I knew was coming.  He lowered his head, plucking at first one nipple and then the other with his lips.  They were already fully erect from the clothing I had to wear and the blood had pooled in them long enough that the light touch was almost excruciating.  The muscles along my channel tightened almost painfully when he ceased to pluck at the tip he was tormenting and drew it with tortuous slowness into his mouth.  I flinched at the scalding heat that went through me, a sound escaping me that was more of a whimper than a moan.  He settled his palms on my back as if he expected me to lurch away from him, pulling me more tightly to his mouth, sucking on the nub of flesh until I felt my eyes roll back in my head.  My head seemed too heavy for my neck and I allowed it to fall back as he moved from one breast to the other. 

I felt as if I was sinking toward oblivion, drifting in a sea of molten lava.  Every pull of his mouth sucked me deeper and I was still so disappointed when he stopped I felt like crying.  He sucked an open mouthed kiss along my throat and one beneath my jaw.  Threading his hand in the hair near my scalp, he lifted my head to study my face and I thought for several moments he meant to kiss me—on the mouth. 

It wasn’t until that moment that it occurred to me that he never had—not once.  None of them had. 

Because they weren’t my lovers or my boyfriends, and I was just a thing, a prop for the play.  He leaned away from me after a moment, hesitated and then lifted my legs up.  Hooking my heels on the edge of the counter top, he pushed my thighs wide and leaned down to pluck at my clit as he had my nipples. 

I thought about the cameras, but I was beyond caring.  The feel of his mouth there was so wonderful I was quiet and still as a mouse, ever hopeful he’d finish.  He did no more than draw it into his mouth and pull on it until I was a quivering mass of jelly and then he lifted his head and studied me again.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice sounding strange, strained.  He leaned closer, plucking at my earlobe, breathing into my ear and lifting Goosebumps.  “If you’re good for me all day, tonight I’ll give you what you need, baby.”

I sent him a startled glance filled with hope and doubt and wariness.  He met my gaze with one of heated promise and finally helped me down.  I was so wobbly I don’t think I could’ve managed if he hadn’t been supporting me by holding on to my arm.  He led me into the front parlor and told me sit down on the couch and stay there.

Picking up the remote, he turned the TV on and handed it to me.  “Don’t move.”

What if I needed to go to the bathroom, I thought blankly?  How long did I have to sit on the couch?  He’d said tonight.  It was only a little after noon.

“If … if I have to go?”

He’d already started toward the door.  I flinched inwardly when he swiveled around to look at me, wondering if I’d already screwed up my chance.  He seemed to think it over.  “Use the hall bathroom and come right back in here.  Understood?”

I nodded, relieved that I wasn’t in trouble all over again.

I hoped.

It was a while before it dawned on me that I was completely alone.   Not surprisingly, the first thought that popped into my head was escape and I’d turned to look speculatively at the door before I remembered the damned cameras.  Cringing inwardly, I returned my attention to the TV screen. 

It had been a very bad idea, I chided myself.  I didn’t even know where it had come from.  Sure I was sexually frustrated, but I certainly hadn’t been mistreated and I had agreed to the deal. 

I’d discovered, though, that it was hard to keep that in focus—the fact that I had agreed and that this wasn’t actually reality.  It was intended to seem as if it was, but Gabe and Glenda had planned the entire thing before the wicked witch got her hooks into us—because of my evil sister. 

Who’d mysteriously vanished along with all seven of the hunks. 

It hit me with the force of a sledge hammer why I was sitting in the living room and nobody else was anywhere around.  Snow White and the seven Hunks had slipped upstairs for a rambunctious afternoon. 

The depth of my hurt and anger both surprised me and dismayed me.  I’d acknowledged that I had had trouble separating the real world from the fictitious one I was living.  That should’ve meant that I was aware enough not to allow myself to be misled. 

But I hadn’t been.  I knew there was no denying it when I felt so crushed and angry about the fact that everyone was upstairs having sex—with my evil sister! 

Somewhere along the way I’d allowed myself to start thinking in terms of hers and mine and there was no hers and mine!

This, I realized, was very, very bad.  I’d just thought I might be in trouble when I’d considered the possibility of being addicted to sex—which was damned absurd, I realized now, since I hadn’t had any damned sex!  Addicted to wanting it, maybe.  Maybe they’d jumpstarted my libido so that I actually had more of an appetite than I’d had before, but I could hardly be addicted to something I wasn’t getting!

The other thing, the thing I didn’t want to put a name to, was worse by far.  Even if I left the gig wanting more sex, that was attainable.  The other thing wasn’t. 

How incredibly stupid could I be?  What a total sucker!  Jeeze!  There wasn’t a single one of those gorgeous hunks that was even close to my age!  They weren’t interested in me!  They were playing being interested in me!

They were playing being interested in Brandy, for that matter.  There was no sense in hating my sister, I realized, when she was a prop just like I was.  Of course, she’d gotten us in to this, damn her! 

Boy oh boy had I learned my lesson!  The next time Brandy needed a job and I had one, I sure as hell wasn’t going to offer to help her get one at the same place! 

* * * *

Gabe felt his face heat when Shaun nudged him and looked down pointedly.  Shit!  He’d been sporting a raging hard-on when he’d left Nicole in the parlor, damn it!  He hadn’t realized until Shaun pointed it out that he was the only one of the seven Hunks not sporting a god damn erection!

Hell!  He hadn’t expected to have to direct and star in the damned movie!  How the hell was he supposed to keep his mind on the directing and keep his dick up at the same time, he thought irritably?  Here they had Snow White spread like a wishbone and he was standing around staring at it like it was a wishbone instead of a fine piece.

To his relief, he managed to pump it up after a few moments of vigorous jacking and they all moved in for a close up of the Seven Hunks staring lustily at the offering.  He discovered it wasn’t nearly as hard to maintain his erection as he’d feared when they began to fondle Brandy.  There was no getting around the fact that she had a body to stir lust.  He wasn’t particularly drawn to the personality behind it—he’d never found her type appealed to him at all, as a matter of fact—but there was no denying she had a beautiful body and face to match. 

Not that he could see her face with the blindfold, but he didn’t need to.  He needed to focus on the gang fuck scene they’d worked out.  He caught her breast in one hand when it came his turn, massaging it, and bent down to suck her nipple.  By the time he’d finished and lifted his head he wasn’t having any trouble at all keeping hard.

His mind had instantly recalled his interlude with Nicole in the kitchen. 

All he’d been able to think about then was pushing her down and finishing what he’d started. 

It was all he could think about now, he discovered, when Basil nudged him surreptitiously.  He moved around the ‘rack’, thankfully into the shadows, as Basil, who’d drawn first place, moved into position.  Stepping further back into the shadows, he checked the camera angle one last time as Basil began trying to shove his cock into her. 

She was wet, but she was tight and Basil was hung like a young bull. 

He felt his heat rise as he watched the skin stretch around her hole until it was glossy with the strain and wondered if Nicole’s pussy would look like that when he finally shoved his cock into her. 

Brandy was warming to her theme by the time Basil managed to work his cock fully inside of her, moaning like she was dying.  It flickered through his mind to wonder if she was over-acting or if she was really enjoying it that much.

It sounded just a little feigned to him.  Hopefully, he thought wryly, it wouldn’t to the viewers. 

He discovered while he’d been distracted by his thoughts that Basil had pulled out for the come shot. 

He frowned.  He couldn’t remember whether Brandy had hit the high note or not, damn it! 

Basil cleaned her up and squirted the concoction they’d ‘invented’ to look like come on her genital area.  Wiping himself with the towel, he moved beyond the camera range and approached him. 

“That’s my shot.  I’m going to head downstairs and check on Nicole.”

Gabe’s gut clenched.  The urge to tell him to get back in line was strong enough he ground his teeth, but he merely nodded.  “Don’t be gone long.  You might be needed.”

Basil sent him a speculative look but merely nodded and left. 

David stepped up to the plate.  Remembering abruptly that he was supposed to be fondling her breasts while David worked her pussy, he set his viewer down and moved into position. 

That was why he hadn’t wanted Basil gone long, damn it!  

They’d agreed to work it out so that they showed themselves around her, moving in and out of the shadows, and it would look like they were all standing over her just waiting for their turn. 

Shit!  If Basil didn’t get his ass back up there before … fuck!  He’d forgotten who was next!

He discovered when David moved away, though, that everyone was staring at him.

And he’d lost his god damned erection!

Waving the limp thing at Hunter, he jerked his head fractionally.  Hunter rolled his eyes, but he managed to refrain from grinning. 

Good thing, too!  He’d look like hell without his front teeth, Gabe thought angrily, jerking on his dick and trying to work it up again.  He was ready by the time Gabe finished, but discovered he’d forgotten they were going to reposition her for the next shot.  Jesus! 

He moved away while they were changing Brandy’s position, grabbed a cock ring and shoved it down to the root, pushing it beneath the edges of the fucking leather vice he’d had to put on to stay ‘in character’. 

It was the last fucking time he agreed on a god damned fantasy theme, he thought viciously!  He didn’t give a damned what Glenda thought about it!

The cock ring worked, but it presented a problem he hadn’t considered.  He was ready to come almost as soon as he’d managed to wedge his dick in her, but the ring prevented it.  Closing his eyes, he pumped harder and faster, trying to tune out the racket Brandy was making.

If Nicole was into caterwauling like that, he thought irritably, he was going to fucking gag her!

It was a lucky stroke that Nicole entered his mind at that moment, or more specifically, fucking her.  He’d begun to think his damned balls were going to explode!

Shaun, he discovered, was standing to one side with the bottle of fake come when he pulled out for his come shot.  If he hadn’t been gasping for breath, he thought he might’ve been tempted to choke the bastard.

Hunter and David uttered a choked laugh they quickly converted to a cough—which probably helped Brandy’s feelings even if not his—but he was still going to have to dub the damned tape!

* * * *

Basil stopped abruptly in the doorway when he reached the parlor.  Nicole was staring at the TV screen, but he knew immediately that she hadn’t been fooled for a moment.  She knew what was going on upstairs. 

A mixture of emotions churned through him—mostly irritation—for a lot of reasons. 

She knew this was a porn show, damn it, he thought angrily.  What the hell had she expected?  For them to stop after all the money they’d all poured into the damned show just because …?

Shit!

Dragging in a sustaining breath to brace himself, he crossed the room and settled behind her.  When she continued to stare at the TV, he pulled her across his lap.  She didn’t resist, but she didn’t look at him.

Pissed off?

“Look at me.”

She lifted her head, but she didn’t meet his gaze for more than a fraction of a second.  It was still enough to make him feel like shit and it pissed him off more.  He discovered for a handful of moments that he had no idea how to proceed, but, thankfully, it didn’t last.  She had to understand that this was business and she was still the submissive and he was still the Dom. 

He carried her backwards onto the couch and grasped her wrists, manacling them to the cushions on either side of her head.  Lowering his head, he took one of her nipples into his mouth.  It was cool to his mouth, as cool as she was. 

Ignoring it, he toyed with her nipple until it beaded for him and then transferred his attention to its twin.  She resisted.  He felt it in the tension in her, but he patiently suckled her breasts on and on until he heard her breath catch in her throat, until he felt the heat come upon her.  He lifted his head to study her face for a long moment.  Her lashes were still spiked from tears, but her eyes were glazed with the heat he’d drawn from her.  “You’re mine, baby,” he said tightly.  “Don’t try to withhold from me again.  You won’t win a contest of wills.”

She shivered, but she looked down.

Relieved, he nuzzled his face against her neck, breathing her scent into his lungs for a moment and then turned his attention to her sensitive breasts again, teasing her until she was gasping for breath. 

He was still seething when he went upstairs again, however, and the worst of it was he didn’t even have a fucking target. 

* * * *

Hunter slipped out of the room the minute Basil came through the door.  Gabe glared at his back as he took off, but there wasn’t much he could do about it since he was in the process of repositioning Brandy for the next shot. 

She was nearly hoarse from screaming every time she came, but they were down to the grand finale—a modified oilrig—and he planned to stuff her mouth so full of cock that she couldn’t scream. 

Basil was looking like a thundercloud, however, and he decided to give Brandy a few moments to rest to find out what the hell was going on.

“We’ve got one pissed off little slave downstairs,” Basil growled when he’d reached him. 

“Well fuck!” Gabe snapped.  “That just fucking figures!  Women!  How bad?”

Basil shook his head.  “I disciplined her, but I had to work at working her up and it pisses me off!”

“She resisted?” Gabe asked sharply.

Basil’s lips thinned.  “Nothing I could call her on.  It was more dead fish than actual resistance.”

“Shit!  Well, this has just been a fucking disaster from start to finish!  I’ve got a blinding fucking headache from Brandy howling in my ear for the past three fucking hours.  I think I pulled something in my fucking groin when I finally managed to come—because I had to put a cock ring on to maintain an erection, and now this!”

Basil shrugged.  “I’m not sure it’s going to matter much—the pulled groin muscle.  I don’t know that it’s a good idea to proceed with the plan until we deal with this issue.”

“What fucking issue?” Gabe growled.  “They’re supposed to be a part of a fucking porn reality show, god damn it!”

“Yeah, well I think they got a little too caught up in it.”

Gabe shook his head in disgust.  “I drew heads.  We can’t keep Brandy hanging there … unless you want her to give you head?”

Basil gave him a look and then smiled goadingly.  “You sure you’re going to up to initiating Nicole anyway after blowing your load twice?”

“It doesn’t look like it’s a going to be a problem,” Gabe growled, stalking back to the rack where everyone was waiting for him.

* * * *

I was still mulling over what Basil had said to me when Hunter strode into the room—fresh from the fight, I thought sourly—and cheerful enough I felt like clobbering him. 

I didn’t, of course.  I smiled at him when he sat down, pulled me onto his lap, and took up where Basil had left off.  Despite everything—even my depression—I discovered I hadn’t suddenly become immune.  My emotional distress had shielded me from Basil’s practiced attentions, and he’d still warmed me right back up—it had just taken a little longer. 

It dawned on me as Hunter stirred my blood up to the feverish level I’d been mostly maintaining for days that I’d been offered a cookie if I was a good girl and I’d promised myself I was going to do whatever it took to get relief.

Sulking wasn’t going to get it for me.  As far as Basil was concerned, that was resistance, and I didn’t doubt the others would see it the same way. 

So I could enjoy sulking when I actually had no right to be upset about anything they did.  Or I could enjoy the sex I’d been promised.

I actually rather preferred the idea of sulking just to spite them, but I struggled to be reasonable and I knew that wasn’t. 

There was the pride thing to consider, as well.  It was bad enough Basil knew I’d been upset.  Did I really want all of them to know I’d been such an idiot that I’d fallen for the fantasy they’d carefully orchestrated?  Particularly when it hadn’t been aimed at me at all?

I didn’t.  It was just too humiliating and it made me feel stupid and I hated feeling stupid.  I’d never understood why Brandy cultivated it, or why she seemed to enjoy being thought a dumb blond.

Actually, I did understand it.  Being dumb and pretty was the magic talisman that got her out of just about everything she didn’t want to do.  I just wasn’t as desperate to avoid having to actually do things as she was.  It seemed to me that she worked just as hard at not working as I did at working, but that was just my opinion and she obviously didn’t share it. 

It was time, I decided, to try to draw on any latent acting skills I might have.  I couldn’t help feeling like I did, but I could help letting them know and making things that much more uncomfortable. 

I was just going to have to keep reminding myself that everything they did was for the camera, not for my benefit.  I didn’t doubt that they were enjoying it.

Well, they were men.  They had to or they wouldn’t be able to get it up. 

Enjoying their work wasn’t the same thing as having a ‘thing’ for me, though.  I had to remember that. 

Focus, Nicole! I commanded myself.  You’re too damned old to behave like a besotted teenager!

I discovered my inner struggle with my wayward emotions had the same benefit that it had had when Basil had been fondling me.  It cooled me down almost as fast as he warmed me up. 

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice. 

Spoke too soon!

Hunter paused in the doorway as he was leaving and turned to look back at me, a mixture of puzzlement and irritation flickering in his eyes before he seemed to dismiss it.

I lay down on the couch when he was gone, closed my eyes, and practiced meditation—or self-hypnosis.  It was a lot like writing ‘I will not act like an idiot’ a hundred times on the blackboard.  I fell asleep during the twentieth repetition, though.

I woke up when I felt the cushions of the couch dip beside my hip and opened my eyes to discover that Gabe was studying me. 

I closed my eyes again, trying to ignore my revving heartbeat as memory crashed around me.

He wouldn’t be looking at me like that, I didn’t think, if Basil hadn’t narced on me, damn it!

The swine!

I sensed when Gabe leaned down, struggled to catch my breath, and felt everything in my body reach out to him even before he touched me.  Heat seared through me the moment he drew the nipple he’d teased with his lips into his mouth.  He had the most wonderful mouth.  Even with my eyes closed, I thought I would’ve known the difference between his and anyone else’s. 

That thought snagged my attention for a handful of seconds and I considered it.  I couldn’t honestly say I had any kind of problem with Shaun’s mouth, or Basil’s, or Hunter’s.  It was amazing what they could do to me with their mouths, wonderful.

That was the thing to focus on, I thought vaguely—not being able to tell them apart.

But I could.  It was subtle things—the way they moved their tongue over my skin, or curled it around my nipples—the way they teased my clit, even the feel of their mouths and lips. 

He brought me to fever pitch as he coasted his lips along my body, plucking here and there, lathing a patch of skin with his tongue, sucking at it.  By the time he’d wound his way down to my clit I felt like I was going to die if he touched me there and die if he didn’t.

He did, pulling at it in that leisurely way he had about him that drove me crazy with the heat pulsing through me.  I gasped, shuddered, tried to open my legs wider for him, but he had blocked that possibility with his hold on my hips.  He teased me until I thought my heart would stop and then, just when I’d reached the point where I felt like I would hit the peak and find release, he drew away from me.

“Have you been a good girl?”

I swallowed convulsively and opened my eyes.  “I only left the parlor once.”

He tilted his head.  “Were you good for Basil and Hunter?”

My belly trembled.  “Yes.”

His expression hardened briefly, but he finally leaned away from me.  “Go see what you can find to fix for supper.”

Relieved to escape, I got up immediately and headed for the kitchen.  The look he’d given me unnerved me.  The entire time I worked in the kitchen I worried that I’d blown my chance.  I wasn’t sure I could take the disappointment—another week of punishment—even another day. 

It occurred to me forcefully that there was one aspect I hadn’t considered during all my emotional turmoil—all of them had spent most of the day upstairs with Brandy and I doubted very seriously that they’d just been watching.  Could they even get it up for me after they’d spent the day fucking?

That was a more unhappy thought than the bite of jealousy that went with it.  It was bad enough to think about getting Brandy’s damned scraps, but what if there weren’t any scraps?

 

Chapter Seven

Brandy was conspicuous by her absence.  When she hadn’t shown up in time to carry the food out, I took it.  None of the men seemed particularly talkative and that worried me, but I didn’t get the chance to actually study them for signs of fatigue or interest or the lack of it until I finished taking everything to the table. 

Gabe drew me down on his lap.  I couldn’t decided whether that meant I was in favor or not.  I hadn’t been given a chair of my own since they’d started ‘training’ me, but I’d assumed that I would be allowed to feed myself once they were satisfied.

My doubts made me less inclined to check, but when they began to talk I finally did glance around.  What I discovered unnerved me. 

They were eating and they were talking, but every eye at the table was on me.

I looked away again, trying to decide what that meant.  Did it mean they were still planning the fuckathon I’d hoped for?  Or were they just waiting to see if I was going to explode into a jealous rage?

I discovered I didn’t have much of an appetite, but Gabe clearly had other ideas.  He offered and I was afraid to refuse.  If I wasn’t screwed already.  I didn’t want to rock the boat.

I managed to eat most of what he offered, but I finally reached a point where I was beginning to feel vaguely nauseated from nerves.  Thankfully, Gabe seemed to notice my color fluctuation and stopped shoving food at me. 

He eyed me a little warily.  “Are you sick?”

I swallowed convulsively a couple of times.  “Just not hungry.”

He relaxed fractionally.  The meal seemed interminable, but I discovered when they finally began to push their chairs away from the table that nobody seemed to have had much appetite. 

Gabe set me on my feet, but stopped me when I started to collect the plates.  “Leave it.”

My belly knotted instantly with a mixture of fear and anticipation.  I wasn’t certain what had brought on the fear—unless it was anxiety that I was about to experience something similar to the punishment I’d experienced before at Gabe’s hands.  I wasn’t in any doubt about the anticipation, though, and it surpassed the uneasiness. 

I didn’t actually realize that all of them had followed us upstairs until we reached the room and I was still expecting most of them to keep going.  They didn’t.  They entered the room behind me and Gabe. 

Gabe walked me to the door to the bathroom.  “Bathe while we set up.”  He glanced at my hair.  “Be sure to wear the shower cap.  I want your hair dry for the shoot, and Nicole ….”

I paused, turning back.  “Keep in mind that we will be exploring every orifice … in depth.”

I stared at him wide-eyed for a moment and finally nodded.  I was shaking all over, though, when I’d closed the door.  Even I wasn’t certain anymore if it was from eagerness or fear.  I thought it was a little of both—the unknown had always frightened me. 

Reminding myself that Gabe hadn’t hurt me even when he’d ‘punished’ me, I turned the shower on and wound my hair into a knot, pulling the shower cap on. 

Wash everything, thoroughly! 

* * * *

She’s just nervous, Gabe told himself as he turned away from the door.  Trying to dismiss the look she’d given him from his mind and focus on setup, he scanned the room, checking the lighting and the camera angles.  Although he didn’t want the cameras to miss anything, he’d decided he didn’t want glaringly bright lights in the room.  He’d had a couple of the guys switch the cameras out accordingly and watched them now as they switched the bulbs in the fixtures in the room and brought in several additional lamps.  These were directional.  Using his viewer, he moved to the bed and placed his hand on the surface to mark the center of the spot where the cameras were trained so that the lights could focus on the same point.  When they’d finished, he closed the door and studied the effect. 

Shadowy, he decided, but he could make out everything in the room without any problem and the spot where Nicole would be laying seemed well lit.  The question was, would the cameras be able to pick up what his eyes could?

He was still testing each of the cameras to make certain they were all working properly and the angles and lighting when Nicole emerged from the bathroom.

Setting his viewer down, he summoned her and took the towel she was wrapped up in away from her.  “Get on the bed and move to the center—where the lights converge.   Spread your hair over the pillow.”

She glanced around the room a little uneasily and moved to the bed.

Gabe studied her image in the viewer as she moved into place, feeling his body tighten with anticipation and trying to ignore it to focus on making certain everything was just right before he got started.  Her skin was pale.  It almost seemed to glow in the lighting.  “Draw your knees up.  Now move your feet to the side.  That’s it, wider.”

Her position wasn’t quite what he’d wanted, he decided.  He set his viewer down and moved to her, scooping her hips into his hands and shifting her until the most concentrated convergence of beams spotlighted her cleft.   He repositioned her feet and legs then, stroking his hand along her cleft to part the moist, clinging flesh so that her cleft gaped wide enough to fully display her genitals.

Moving away again, he checked the effect and then used the remote control on his device to zoom three of the cameras closer for a tight shot.  There was no studying the effect objectively, he discovered.  The moment he’d magnified until he could make out every detail, a rush of dizzying heat when through him. 

He hadn’t studied her like this, he thought absently, feeling his belly and his balls tighten as his cock sprang to maximum inflation.  He swallowed a little convulsively as he stared at the tiny petals of flesh around her clit and the sliver of an opening below it. His cock seemed to grow harder and harder until his skin began to feel as if it might not contain him.  Maybe it was just the camera, he thought a little dizzily, but she looked impossibly small compared to the erection he was sporting from where he was standing.

He moved closer, studying the viewer as he placed his hand on her belly and used his fingers to spread her a little wider.  His throat closed when he saw the size of his hand next to her.  His fingers looked like they belonged to a giant.

He’d be lucky if he didn’t come just from trying to shove his cock into her. 

She’d stretch. 

Moving to the bedside table, he opened the drawer and removed the lubricant.  He hadn’t intended to use it, would’ve preferred not to since he didn’t think it was going to pass as natural lubrication, but if she was as small as she looked there was no way in hell he was going to get his cock inside of her before he came.  After glancing around to make sure everyone was in place, he climbed onto the bed, and leaned over her, slipping the tube out of sight beneath the pillow beneath her head.

It disconcerted him to discover she was staring up at him wide-eyed, her lips parted slightly as she panted for breath. 

That wasn’t desire, he thought grimly.

He was ready to explode just from looking at her and, unless he was badly mistaken, she was too scared to produce anything approaching the lubrication he was going to need to get his monster erection inside of her.

He was either going to have to spare the time to soothe her anxieties and warm her up, or use the entire tube of lubrication and then he’d probably still have to pry her open to get inside.

Settling lower, he framed her upper body with his arms, settling a hand on either side of her head and nuzzled his face against her neck.  “Relax, baby.  I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured soothingly, nibbling lightly at her neck.  A shiver coursed through her as he lifted his head to pluck at her earlobe with his lips.  He sucked at the pebbled flesh he’d raised along the side of her neck and then lifted his head to see if he was having any effect on her.

She’d closed her eyes but a mental inventory told him she was still as stiff as a corpse in rigor.  It brought to focus something else he hadn’t adjusted to, although he’d certainly been keenly aware of it any time he was close to her.

She wasn’t just small.  Next to him, Nicole was tiny.  His heart rate picked up several more notches as that stark awareness sank in fully.  It was almost as wildly arousing as it was unnerving.

Actually, he amended, it was more wildly arousing than it was unnerving.  It hit him forcefully that he was liable to break or rip something fragile if he wasn’t damned careful.  Despite that, the vast difference between them in size appealed to the Dom in him so powerfully that a wave of heated darkness washed over him, made him feel his strength and the power of his muscles in a way that was almost as heady as a drug.

The image of her cleft filled his mind and he struggled with the urge to impale her on his cock and drive her down over his flesh.  It took an effort to banish the image of ramming into her and focus on her face again.

When he did, his attention was caught by his own hand along her cheek—the side of her head and then the paleness of her cheek next to the skin of his hand.

She wasn’t an actress, he thought abruptly—at all—certainly not a porn actress accustomed to handling the oversized cocks preferred, pretty much required, in the industry.  She’d been blackmailed into starring in their porn for something he knew suddenly with absolute certainty that she hadn’t had a hand in.

And she was afraid because she didn’t know anything about Doms or submissives.

He’d taken for granted that her age meant that she was a woman of experience, probably vast experience given her appearance, and that she wouldn’t have any problem adjusting to whatever they needed.  He recalled forcefully, though, the conversation he’d recorded that first day between her and Brandy.  She might’ve had plenty of lovers in the past—he couldn’t believe she hadn’t—but she wasn’t ‘experienced’ in the sense that she’d been wildly experimental.  In fact, she’d made it pretty damned clear she found the thought of experimenting unnerving.

An odd sense of protectiveness and possessiveness began to war with the instinct for conquest, the urge to unleash his urge to dominate with aggressiveness.

Dragging in a shuddering breath, he dipped closer, stroking his cheek along hers.  “It’s alright baby.  We’ll take it slow.”

He meant it when he said it, but he discovered fairly quickly that his mind wasn’t fully in control.  She’d brought out the full force of his need for dominance and the urges were far stronger than his ability to behave rationally.  She turned her face into his, rubbing her cheek along his.  His throat closed with the sudden urge to taste her.  He dragged his lips along her cheek and then across her parted lips, tasting her breath, measuring the size and shape of her mouth and the softness of her lips.  A heady rush went through him.  He cupped his mouth over her small mouth, making no attempt to still the image that flooded his mind of her other mouth—hot, sweet, moist, soft.  He sucked at her lips as hunger swept through him, speared his tongue into her mouth to feel the limits of the soft, dark cavern, envisioning his tongue as his cock and her mouth as her sex.  A sense of urgency filled him.  He stroked the moist cavern, shuddering as her mouth closed around his flesh and kissing her with more and more fervor until his mind darkened with the need for air.

No more than dimly aware that she’d ceased to lie tensely beneath him and grown warm and yielding, he broke from her lips.  Sucking in a sharp, desperate breath of air, he dove for her throat, sucking light bites along it to fill his mouth with her taste as he charted a course for a new goal—the nipples he’d grown thoroughly familiar with. 

They were as hard as little pebbles against his chest as he dragged his body down hers and yet the moment he covered the tip of one breast with his mouth, curled his tongue around the taut nipple, and sucked it into his mouth, he felt the yielding of her flesh.  He pulled on the bud of flesh more and more feverishly as he felt his mounting need, felt his cock begin to throb painfully to feel the walls of her sex squeezing it.

It took all he could do to move to her other nipple when he’d released the first instead of advancing immediately to the deep penetration he’d begun to want with absolute desperation.  He had his goal firmly in mind, though, and even as he finessed her nipple, he leaned to one side, skating a hand over her body until he felt her belly beneath his palm.  He slipped a shaking finger along her cleft, felt his way over her clit and down the furrow to the hole, pushing inside.  Her sex closed around his finger as he pushed it inside—snugly.  The walls of her sex were like velvet—he thought dizzily—hot, moist for him—and not nearly enough, he realized abruptly, reassessing the flesh clinging to his finger and mentally calculating the difference in the size of his finger to his cock.

Fortunately, he remembered the lubricant. 

Moving upward, he planted his mouth over hers again and shoved both hands beneath the pillow since he couldn’t fucking remember which side he’d stowed the tube on.  A brief, slightly frantic search finally unearthed it.  Palming it, he tried to unscrew the lid with the fingers of the same hand.   

Christ almighty, he thought angrily!  Was the fucking top welded on?  He shifted to bring his other hand close enough to grasp the cap and give it a twist, but his fingers were shaky and clumsy by that time.  He was beginning to think he was going to have to use his fucking teeth to get the damned cap off when it finally yielded.  Squeezing a generous dollop from the tube into his palm, he closed his hand around it and slipped his hand between them, stroking the lubricant generously over his shaft from root to tip, wondering even as he did if he was being overly optimistic. 

Nothing beat a try like a failure, he thought grimly, stroking the residue remaining on his hand along her cleft and then, almost as an afterthought, pushing his finger into her hole to lubricate the mouth thoroughly. 

He was shaking so badly by the time he’d managed it, so intent on entering her immediately, that he completely forgot that he was supposed to lean away from her and allow the camera a view of the connection process.  Grabbing his cock, he dragged the head up and down her cleft and discovered he couldn’t find the damned hole!

Well fuck!

He reared up onto his knees and stared down at her cleft in baffled frustration.  Grasping her ankles, he lifted her legs straight up and then pushed them forward until he’d curled her hips clear of the bed, bending his head to search for the spot.  When he discovered his own shadow made it impossible to actually see what he was looking for, he propped her heels against his shoulders, used one hand to splay her nether lips a little wider, grabbed his cock, and stabbed in the general vicinity.  He missed twice before he rang it.  Expelling a relieved breath, he gripped her hips to hold her in place and thrust. 

She was so tight, he thought for a couple of moments he’d gotten her ass instead of the hole he was aiming for.  He felt her flesh yield to the pressure, though, felt her skin stretch around the head of his cock like a tight band and he abruptly didn’t give a fuck what hole he’d found.  She was panting for breath, but she wasn’t screaming.

He thought for a handful of moments that the counter pressure of her tight hole on his cock was going to make him pass out.  He hadn’t managed to wedge much more than the head inside of her when she arched her back and began to convulse in climax.  He stopped, shaking all over with the effort to keep from coming, grinding his teeth as he felt her muscles lock around the head of his cock like a vice and squeeze so hard she damned near expelled him.

Sweat popped from his pores, slickened his skin.  He tightened his grip on her hips, holding her in place with grim determination. When she finally ceased to quake, he dragged in a hoarse, shaky breath and leaned into her, pumping a little to relieve the tension on his foreskin when he realized her body was not only peeling it back but the skin under it.  To his relief, he felt his cock slip a little deeper.  Pausing again, he sucked in a sustaining breath, gritted his teeth, and tried pulling her over his cock for a while and thrusting a while until he finally reached a point where he realized he wasn’t going any deeper.  Blinking the sweat out of his eyes, he looked down between them, saw he still had a good two inches he hadn’t buried in her and tried again.

She grunted, flinching all over in pain.

Fuck!  Shit!  Hell!  Damn it!

He wanted root deep, god damn it.  He wanted to feel the lips of her sex kissing his belly with every thrust.  He wanted to grind against her and feel every hot inch of her flesh clinging to every inch of his.

Panting for breath, he tried to think if there was any way he could manage it and finally discarded it when he felt his cock jerk threateningly.  It was the tightest fit he’d ever had and even allowing that thought to flicker through his mind was almost enough to make him lose it right then and there.  He wasn’t going to be able to hold it, he realized.  If he didn’t start moving there wasn’t going to be any fucking involved—no pumping anyway.  When he decided he’d mastered the urge to come, at least for the moment, he withdrew slowly and thrust again, trying to gauge the depth of the thrusts.  He discovered very quickly that that was a lost cause.  A couple of thrusts was enough to bring him to the verge of exploding.  

He paused, trying to divert his mind.  He tried not to think about the fact that he should be pumping into her with the appearance of frenzied desperation for the sake of the video when he actually felt that desperation.  He picked up the pace as much as he dared, holding his breath every time his balls tightened with threatening spasms.  He was sweating like a fucking horse and shaking like he had palsy, but he managed to thrust inside of her at a fair pace by counting the strokes in his head instead of focusing on the squeezing massage of her flesh. 

Abruptly, Nicole uttered a low groan and he felt the muscles along her channel ripple along his length.  His heart slammed against his chest wall, knocking the breath from him and he missed a stroke.  He felt her entire body convulse with the force of the next rippling spasm.

Darkness descended over him.  Pushing her legs from his shoulders, he leaned over her, straightened his knees and drove as deeply inside of her as he could.  She arched her back, crying out, and he lost his mind.  Uttering a growl of effort, he began thrusting into her in a mindless, desperate pursuit of his own climax. 

It flickered through his mind that he was supposed to pull out even as he felt the first convulsion rip through him, that he had to produce the come shot. 

Fuck it, he thought savagely, driving into her feverishly as one hard convulsion after another hit him.  He grunted breathlessly as the spasms knocked the breath from his lungs, pumping into her until he couldn’t summon any more semen. 

He wanted to sprawl bonelessly on top of her when it finally stopped.  Instead, he gathered his strength with an effort and pushed himself upright again, dragging his cock from her and allowing the residue of his come to drip onto her belly.  After staring down at the handful of drops for a moment, he glanced around a little dazedly.  Trying to dismiss the urge to shove his cock right back in her again and see if he could manage to hold his come longer than he had the first time.  Trying to dismiss his disappointment that he hadn’t thrust into her nearly as long as he wanted to or nearly as fiercely, he took the cloth someone shoved at him.  His hands were still shaking as he bent between her sprawled thighs and carefully wiped his come off of her, spreading her with his fingers to study the little hole he’d been wedged so tightly inside of only moments before.  His belly clenched when he saw the tiny breaks in her skin radiating outward from the mouth of her sex.  They hadn’t been there before.  He knew they hadn’t.

“Shit!” he muttered.  Slightly relieved that he at least hadn’t torn her badly enough to break the skin, he stroked her flesh with the tip of one finger soothingly.

“I guess you forgot the come shot,” Basil growled.

Dragged reluctantly from his perusal, Gabe whipped his head toward Basil, feeling a wave of possessive fury wash over him.  For several long moments, the two of them bristled at one another, tensed for battle.  

“You had your turn,” Hunter growled.  “If you two want to get into a pissing contest, take it outside!  Meanwhile, there are seven hunks if you recall and I’m fucking tired of playing with myself.”

Gabe flicked a glance around at the others.  He didn’t like what he saw in their faces, but the comment brought him back to his senses.  He moved to the edge of the bed and climbed off.  “Be sure to use plenty of lubricant.  She’s little and we aren’t.  I tore the shit out of her.”

“You didn’t use lubricant?” Basil asked tightly.

“I did,” Gabe snapped angrily.  “There isn’t enough fucking lubricant in the world to shove something this size into something that size without stretching her more than the skin will take, god damn it!”

He couldn’t decide whether the speculative look that entered their eyes had to do with anticipation of trying their own luck or suspicion about his possessive attitude, but he suspected it was a little of both.  “If we tear the hell out of her it’s going to be a long damned wait before we can fuck her again,” he muttered as a rider.  “Who’s up next?”

Chapter Eight

“I am,” Basil responded coolly.

“You ready?”

Basil gave him a look and glanced down pointedly.

Gabe grunted.  “The lubricant’s under the pillow.  Get up there, but wait until I’ve checked the tape.  I want to be sure I got her pussy and not just my ass.”

Trying to ignore the urge to belt Basil with his fist when he’d settled on his knees between her thighs and stared down at her, he moved away from the bed and rewound the tape.  He was actually surprised to discover he’d gotten as much footage as he had of penetration.  It looked like he was shoving a forearm into her, but if it had the same effect on their audience as it did him, he thought wryly, they weren’t going to have any complaints.  Signaling David to move to the bed and squirt her down with the fake come, he nodded to Basil when David moved away again. 

Basil didn’t even attempt to hide the fact that he was lubricating himself.  It irritated the piss out of him for a handful of moments, but he realized it also built a sense of anticipation as the cameras switched back and forth between the target and the massive staff Basil was coating.  He couldn’t decide whether to be pissed off that Basil’s cock was longer than his or gloat over the fact that he knew positively that he wasn’t going to get it in her—not all of it.  He hadn’t even managed to get his all the way in, though god knew he’d tried.

He was ready to explode all over again by the time Basil leaned over her to fondle her breasts.  He was almost as pissed off as he was aroused when he realized Basil wasn’t merely paying lip service to arousing her for the sake of the film.  He lingered until she’d begun to shift restlessly with real arousal before he tried to guide the head of his cock to the point of connection.

It didn’t amuse him that Basil had as much trouble finding the spot by feel as he had.  Leaning away after a moment, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her hips.  He stared down at her clit for a long, hard moment and finally scooted back and covered it with his mouth. 

Ok, that was going to gross out the straight guys, Gabe thought irritably.  He knew it was fake come all over her and Basil knew it, but he doubted the audience was going to be able to tell—in fact they were counting on it.

Gabe felt his throat close as he watched, though, felt his mouth go dry and then water for the taste of her.  He almost thought he could taste her, felt regret ripple through him that he hadn’t done that.  Mesmerized by the swollen, deep pink bud Basil kept alternately flicking with his tongue and sucking on, it wasn’t until he heard Nicole’s gasps and saw her shudder that he realized Basil had brought her to a climax. 

The emotions that clashed inside him wrought chaos in his mind and his body.  He hadn’t realized the depth of triumph he’d felt that he’d brought her off twice until Basil brought her off.  Fortunately, the ripple of movements and clearing of throats around him brought him back to a vague sense of awareness, but everything faded from his consciousness again when Basil leaned back on his heels, spread her flesh as wide as he could with the fingers of one hand and pressed the head of his cock against her opening.

Her skin stretched inwardly as he pushed.  He eased away, ran his finger along his cock to collect some of the lubricant and circled her hole, delving inside. Pushing her legs wider, he pressed a finger to either side of the mouth, stretched her again and connected.  That time Gabe watched as the head of his cock was reluctantly enveloped.  He forgot to breathe while he watched Basil saw in and out of her shallowly, going a little deeper each time.  He wondered if it felt as excruciatingly slow to everyone or just him, but images leapt into his mind of his own excursion and his cock began to throb like an abscessed tooth. 

He sucked in a shaky breath when Basil had plowed as deeply as he could and paused to catch his own breath.  He was shaking, Gabe noticed absently, and couldn’t decide whether he was worried that Basil wasn’t going to manage much of a show or furious that that Basil’s cock and not his. 

He was both, he decided.  He wanted to watch him pound into her, wanted to see what he’d only felt before.  Settling lower after several moments, Basil pumped his hips, withdrawing and then thrusting deeply again. 

He couldn’t fucking see!  Grabbing his viewer, he turned it on.  Relieved when he saw at least one camera was angled to catch the action, he watched the glide in and out, faster and faster until he could see Basil was jarring her with every plunge.  Nicole began uttering breathless little gasps that matched the rhythm, that became keener.  He watched the convulsions rip through her.  Basil grunted as if he’d been punched in the belly.

“Pull out, god damn it,” he muttered.

Either Basil didn’t hear him or he chose to ignore the direction.  He kept going, increased his pace until he was shuddering and jerking so hard he lost all semblance of rhythm.  He reared up abruptly, pulling free and pumping his cock.  About a tablespoon of come spurted from him. 

Gabe narrowed his eyes at him, biting back the urge to point out that Basil had obviously forgotten the fucking come shot himself. 

He knew, though, the moment Basil turned to look at him that Basil hadn’t forgotten any more than he had.  He’d yielded to his urge to shoot his seed as deeply inside of her as he could.

He could see the two of them were going to have some problems.  He was Nicole’s Dom and Basil might as well get used to it.   

Hunter and Shaun moved toward the bed, drawing his attention from Basil.

“Whoa!”

Shaun and Hunter turned to look at him, their expressions challenging.  “We agreed on a three way.  We didn’t agree to share time and also be last,” Hunter said pointedly.

Gabe’s lips tightened.  “The three-way should be the finale.”

“So?” Shaun asked.  “Make it the finale.  You know damned well all it’ll take is a little clipping and rearranging—which you’ll be doing anyway.”

Gabe was tempted to object anyway, on the grounds that he was pretty fucking sure Nicole wasn’t up to taking on two monster cocks when she was having trouble with one at the time.  Grimly, he acknowledged he didn’t actually have a choice.  There had to be some three ways at some point just to up the ante.  “How did we decide we were going to orchestrate it?” he asked grimly.

“Standing.”

He considered that, checking the cameras around the room.  “Let’s try it on your knees on the bed,” he said finally.  “Unless you want to wait to move a couple of cameras?”

Hunter sent him a look.  “We’ll take the bed.”

“I’m still going to need to put a camera under you to catch the action.  Let’s get a camera in here and the mount we built to bridge the mattress.”  He glanced at Nicole, saw that she’d sat up to watch them.  “If you need a bathroom break, now’s the time.  Don’t worry about the artificial come.  We aren’t going to be able to use it in this shot anyway.  It’ll just drip off—In fact, clean up.  I don’t want it dripping on the camera lens and that’ll be directly below you.”

Shaun and Hunter left to collect the camera and the special camera mount.  While he was waiting for them to get back and set up, he strode to the bed to check to see how the lubricant was holding up.  Not well, he discovered.  Tossing the half empty tube onto the bed, he checked the drawer for another tube and then scratched around until he found the numbing salve he’d used on Nicole before.  He’d made sure she kept a graduating butt plug in to adjust for penetration, but he doubted she’d adjusted much.  At least it should eliminate any pain she might have from the penetration.  She’d probably tear and she’d be sore until it healed, but it was better than nothing.  

Shaun and Hunter were back and had settled to positioning the mounted camera when Nicole returned from the bathroom.  Gabe signaled Shaun that they had the position and set his viewer down, following Nicole to the bed.  “Bend over.”

She glanced at him uneasily, but she leaned over the bed.  Hunter rounded the bed to watch him as he squeezed the salve onto his finger and applied it to her bud and just inside of her.  Picking up the tube Gabe had set down, he studied it and glanced at Gabe questioningly.  His lips tightening, Gabe spread her cheeks so Hunter could get a good look at her bud.

Hunter jerked his head and the two retreated to the far wall.  “I get it.  Don’t get me wrong, but it’s going to numb me, too.  Just don’t jump my shit if I can’t produce a come shot!”

“It’s over the counter stuff.  It isn’t going to last long, but it’ll give you the chance to penetrate her without her feeling much more than the pressure.  Just be careful with her.  It doesn’t follow that you can’t hurt her just because she can’t feel it.”

“Plenty of lube.  Gotcha!”

Gabe discovered he was more worried as he watched Hunter, Shaun, and finally Nicole move into position than resentful or jealous.  After a little trial and error, Shaun had decided it would be easier to position Nicole and then crawl into final position on his knees.  Watching them, or more specifically Nicole, Hunter squeezed lube into his hand, coated his shaft with a thick layer and then wiped his hand on the cloth he’d placed by his knee.

“Hold tight, baby,” Shaun murmured, “while we get you situated.”

Nicole tightened her grip around his neck as he removed his arms from beneath her buttocks one at the time, slipping them beneath her knees and then hoisting her high enough Hunter could get beneath her.  Hunter shifted closer.  “Relax for me, baby,” he murmured, stroking a hand over her buttocks before he aligned himself with her anal bud.

Gabe transferred his attention to the viewer, selecting the camera beneath them and watching penetration as Shaun slowly lowered her.  She tensed briefly as he entered her and then relaxed fractionally.  She was panting for breath, though, as her flesh engulfed his.  Hunter was panting if it came to that.  When he’d lowered her as far as he could with her arms still tightly wound around Shaun’s neck, Shaun passed her off to Hunter and reached up to loosen her grip on him, placing her hands on his shoulders for balance.  He leaned down then and picked up the tube of lubricant while Hunter continued to lower her until he was root deep inside of her. 

He began to shake while Shaun was preparing himself.  Shaun flicked a look at his face and dropped the cloth, moving close enough to push the head of his cock into her vaginal opening.  When he had, he drew her arms around his neck again and slipped his arms beneath her knees. 

He began to shake himself as he tried to work his flesh inside of her.  They lifted her after a moment and Shaun, after a series of pumps, managed to dig in far enough to prevent himself from being pushed out. 

Nicole burrowed her face against Shaun’s neck, uttering a low groan as they tried a dual penetration.  Finally, realizing they weren’t going to manage it that way, they struggled to set a rhythm that would work, thrusting into her alternately instead of trying to both enter her at the same time. 

As soon as they managed a workable rhythm, they began to slowly increase the pace until they were pounding into her.  Gabe had only to look at their faces to see there was no acting needed, or involved.  They were as caught up in the feel of her as he’d been—and Basil.  His heart skipped a handful of beats when Nicole abruptly uttered a sharp cry and began to shudder. 

Shaun groaned.  “God, baby!  Jesus!  I’m coming!”

“Shit!” Hunter growled.  “God damn it!”  Grinding his teeth, he drove into her root deep and began to jerk and grunt, driving Shaun out in the process.  Unable to re-enter her, Shaun pumped his cock with his hand to finish himself off.

He gave Hunter a look that promised retribution when he’d caught his breath, but Hunter, his forehead on the top of Nicole’s head, was oblivious, still jerking randomly with spasms.  He released a pained hiss as Shaun gathered Nicole and dismounted her.

Nicole collapsed limply when Shaun lowered her to the bed, her arms and legs splayed.  Supporting himself with one arm on his side, Shaun hit at mopping the come off her, but he was more focused on her face.  “You alright, baby?”

Nicole seemed to think about it.  “Yes,” she finally said weakly.

Gabe moved closer.  “You’re sure?”

“Think so.”

“Push her legs up and let me have a look.”

Shaun flicked a glance at him, but he helped her bend her knees.   He examined her himself, though, carefully wiping her cleft and thighs before he rolled away and let Gabe get close enough to study her.  It pissed Gabe off since he knew it for the challenge it was, but he forgot about it when he’d examined Nicole. 

“Jesus fucking Christ!  You son-of-a …,” Gabe bellowed, straightening and whipping around to look for Hunter.  He didn’t finish the sentence.  He didn’t see much beyond a blur of motion as Shaun swept forward and slugged Hunter, throwing the weight of his entire body into the punch.  Hunter, still sluggish and disoriented from his climax, saw the punch coming and ducked, but Shaun’s fist still connected in a glancing blow that sent him staggering backwards. 

Roaring like a bull, Hunter caught his balance and charged, but Basil, David, Scott, and Daniel had leapt forward to intervene, grabbing both men before they could escalate the fight. 

“Let them go,” Gabe said tightly.  “They can finish this in the backyard where they won’t break all the fucking equipment!”

The ‘jailors’ held the two men a moment more and released them.  Gabe glanced at Shaun and then back at Hunter, slinging his fist as he moved and catching Hunter on the jaw hard enough it whipped his head sideways. 

“Fucking asshole!” he snarled.  “She’s torn all to hell, god damn it!”

The fury on Hunter’s face vanished, leaving a slack look of stunned surprise in its place.  The men who’d caught Hunter as he staggered back, looked at him and let him go, but Hunter had managed to regain his balance. 

“You might as well all go.  There won’t be any more shooting today—probably not for a week at least.”

They left, casting several glances toward the bed as they did.  Gabe waited until they were gone and returned to the bed.  Nicole, he discovered, had bounced up and scurried for cover when the fight broke out.  He summoned her with a motion of his hand while he searched the table in the corner for his cell phone.  Punching a number from speed dial, he glanced around to see if she’d obeyed him and saw that she’d straightened away from the corner and moved toward the bed which lay between them.  “Lie down,” he told her, covering the receiver. 

“Yeah.  It’s Gabe.  Send Phil over, will you?  I need him to check out one of the girls.”  He paused.  “Nicole.”  He paused again, grinding his teeth.  “Just fucking send him, or bring him, god damn it!  I don’t care which.  I don’t think she’s hurt bad, but I want him to have a look at her.”

Nicole, he discovered when he looked around, was trying to examine herself.  She looked up quickly and reddened when she discovered he’d seen her.  “You think it’s ok?”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

“Well, that isn’t fucking ok,” he said tightly.  Stopping abruptly, he rubbed his face and then raked his hand through his hair.  “Shit!  I should’ve known better than to let them try that.”

* * * *

I couldn’t decide whether I should be worried or not.  I’d gotten the distinct feeling that Gabe was thoroughly pissed off because I was going to be out of commission for a while, but I couldn’t decide whether I should be worried about me.  There was a definite burning sensation in my rectum that brought the taste of blood to my mouth if I wasn’t careful of how I moved—as in when I’d leapt off the bed and raced to the corner—but I didn’t really hurt anywhere else and I couldn’t say that that was excruciating.  It was damned uncomfortable, but then considering what I’d had shoved up my ass I thought I was doing damned good! 

He’d told Glenda to bring the doctor, though.

Of course, that might be standard practice—to bring their doctor in to check and make certain there wasn’t anything that might cause them legal trouble down the road.

Trying to dismiss it and my reluctance to have a doctor examining me down there, I finally lay back to stare at the ceiling when Gabe began to pace the room like a caged lion and finally strode to his gadgets in the corner and settled to studying them.

The fight had scared the piss out of me.  I thought it must have been in the script, but it had seemed damned realistic.

Of course the fucking had, too. 

Warmth stirred in me at the reminder.  A week of draught and then a storm, but it had been a hell of a storm!  I thought I would’ve been good with the two climaxes I’d had with Gabe, although that first one had worried me.  I’d come so fast!  And I’d worried that that little peak was all I was going to get.  Not that it wasn’t good, but it was over too quickly to really satisfy, but then the second one had been fireworks!  I shivered in delight at the memory.   

I’d actually expected the earth to move considering how long I’d been panting after Gabe.  I would’ve been severely disappointed if he hadn’t met my high expectations.

I felt so wonderfully sated, I hadn’t actually wanted Basil to get me stirred up again, but he’d surprised me and I’d surprised me.  I never would’ve thought I could get worked up enough to come four times in such close succession! 

Of course, that was because I’d never tried, I supposed, but then again these guys were professional fuckers—porn actors. 

And I was still vaguely amazed at what they’d done for me.  I’d been so tense and worried before we got started I hadn’t thought I’d be able to relax enough to enjoy it, especially with all the preparations.  Talk about lack of spontaneity!  I’d never been able to get ‘in’ to planned sex.  I’d tried for the sake of my longest running relationship because we’d argued so much about sex.  It hadn’t worked out well for me because I could never get in the mood on command.  I either was or wasn’t in the mood and sometimes I was so not in the mood I resented having to.  I didn’t just not enjoy it.  I hated him for insisting.

Needless to say, it hadn’t worked out and I’d sworn off that kind of compromise.  It just wasn’t in me to ‘be ready’ at ten o’clock on Friday night—like an appointment, which meant I didn’t enjoy it—ever. 

I supposed, all things considered, it wasn’t really surprising that I’d managed to ignore every distraction and my nervousness and enjoy it.  I’d never had so damned much foreplay in my life! 

And the finale!  Wow!  Amazing!  Considering how much I’d dreaded it—before we got started—and how worried I’d been about damage after staring at the rods Shaun and Hunter were hung with ….  I think I would’ve been pleasantly surprised just to survive it.  I hadn’t expected to enjoy it.  I hadn’t thought I could possibly come, again.  Not only had I, though, it had been a double whammy, like the grand finale of the fireworks show!

Of course, apparently, I had suffered some damage, but I couldn’t believe it was anything serious. 

Gabe didn’t leave the room when the doctor arrived and neither did the wicked witch, who accompanied him.  I didn’t mind Gabe so much.  After all, he’d seen parts of me I’d never seen myself.  Glenda was another matter.

Gabe caught her arm and moved to the other side of the room near the door, however, giving me a little privacy.  The doctor didn’t spend a lot of time examining me, thankfully, but it wasn’t comfortable.  By the time he’d stopped probing my ass, it was burning worse than it had been from the sex. 

Removing his rubber glove, he tossed it in the trash.  “A couple of tears.  They’re superficial.  I don’t think you need stitches.”

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head when he made that calm assessment.  Well!  Thank fucking god!  It hadn’t occurred to me that I might and I was horrified at the narrow escape.  I didn’t even want to think about having to go the hospital for something like that. 

“You can get dressed,” he said dismissively and crossed the room to join Gabe and Glenda. 

“She’ll be alright,” he told Gabe a little stiffly.  “I’m not going to recommend prodding her in the rectum with whatever you used again anytime soon.  She should have a few days for it to heal up before she has any sexual activity of any kind.  I noticed some minor tearing around her clitoris and her vagina, as well.”

Gabe flushed, his expression hardening with anger, but he merely nodded. 

“Well!  This is just fucking great!” Glenda snapped.  “We haven’t even launched the site yet and now we’ve got a delay!”

Gabe glanced at me and ushered them out the door.  I wanted to dash over to it to listen, but I reluctantly dismissed the urge. 

Getting up, I headed into the bathroom to clean up, trying to ignore the discomfort.  I discovered it was fairly easy to ignore it in light of my anger over Glenda’s remarks.   Why was it, I wondered, that I always ended up being blamed for every damned thing? 

* * * *

I was too preoccupied with my misery, at first, to notice Brandy was eyeing me like she wanted to tear my head off.  Contrary to all logic, it seemed to me, I felt a lot worse the morning after than I’d felt when I’d gotten hurt.  The night before, it had only hurt when I moved.  From the time I woke up, it hadn’t stopped throbbing despite the fact that Gabe had come in when he heard me stirring and given me a prescription ointment to apply to the area.

I actually thought it was the damned thong that was the problem—or at least the main problem.  It pressed against the tender spots and rubbed when I walked, aggravating the problem.  But then, my clothes, the clothes I’d arrived in, had disappeared when I’d been presented with my new wardrobe and the thongs were all I had to wear except for the torturous rope-type bodysuits.  

Brandy finally brought me out of my self-absorption by slamming something down on the counter.  I thought at first that she’d dropped the plate, but one look at her face disabused me of that notion.