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My wrists were still caught behind me in the cuffs. As before, the knowledge that I could do nothing except perform for them and be their toy, thrilled me. My thighs trembled and I shut my eyes for a second and just felt that deep penetration.
“Almost. There. Damn, that’s nice.” The rasp in Damien’s words betrayed his arousal.
He watched me take the last inch of him, swallowing and moaning as I did so. Then Klaus penetrated me again, gradually, until he was in balls deep. My legs were well spread. Both of them were inside. My knee touched Kat’s. I couldn’t do anything except breathe for a few seconds, head bowed, mouth open.
“Oh, that’s it,” she murmured. “The two of you inside the little bitch. Love it. Fucking love it. Hey, bruises.” She reached up and touched my breast. “You’ve been needled there.”
If she wanted an answer, she wasn’t getting one, we were…preoccupied.
Damien had split me in a most intimate unstoppable way. I couldn’t get off him without help, not with my hands at my back. Double penetration. God. I’d dreamed of this many times. I shuddered. From then on all he did was smile at my predicament and play with my breasts and nipples while Klaus thrust.
There was pain but also the throb of pleasure with the two men inside me at once. The incredible pressure of an orgasm built in my groin. But I realized this was for them. Their domination. Their pleasure.
For a few jabbing thrusts Klaus took me in a headlock and held me. Tight, so tight. I loved it when he possessed me, and anal was the ultimate domination of my body. With his head right close to mine, I felt the warmth of his exhalations. I knew he listened to the sounds I made. This was for him. I made sure to let him know that I was his and whimpered well each time he speared in.
With his cock jammed as deep as he could go, with no space between our bodies, and the echo of his breathing in my ear, he came in my ass. He kissed my neck and let me go. I collapsed, ending up with my face buried in Damien’s shoulder, gasping. I hadn’t come, but I was happy, sublime. I’d gone into that serene place that sometimes took me. Subspace.
This seemed a night for Klaus to observe. He mostly watched from then on while Kat took over and did whatever she wanted. I was stripped and strapped on my back to the square coffee table, hands above me, my feet on the floor and legs tied to the table legs. Kat and Damien put clamps on my nipples and then he came inside me, plowing me roughly, tugging on the clamps until I cried out. The table got shoved inches along the floor. From a distance, I heard the screeches.
I fuzzed in and out of subspace. At one point I wondered crazily if I might break. Or maybe Kat would have a heart attack. The woman was impressive, mad, and amazingly good at wringing climaxes from me. Her tongue could’ve won a gold medal for gymnastics.
An electric vibrator was plugged in and I was made to come again. I grew dizzy and lost count, and Klaus viewed every detail from the couch. I was so hazed that nothing could touch me. Or so I thought. Kat left the room, returned, and the needles arrived.
I watched bewildered from my splayed position as she talked to Klaus and he nodded. He rose to his feet and trod across the floor to me, squatted by my head, and gripped my wrists where they were somewhere behind my head. I blinked up at him. Beautiful gray eyes. Another sound, more feet on the floor. Kat. The packet of needles swung in her gloved hand. She knelt and took hold of my breast.
Terror seized me. No. No, no, no. But I no longer knew words. I blinked, horrified. The paper was peeled back and the needle emerged. The needle was twisted and removed. Cold. She swiped something across me there. A tang flooded my nose. A sharp thing pricked my nipple.
I gasped. A needle. He was allowed those, not her. Not a stranger. I floated, aware yet lost. My heart cringed as I waited for the metal sting. The fear was there outside me. When the needle bit it would push in fear and agony and mix with my blood and I would hurt.
No.
She stopped and spoke. I blinked again, wetness on my lashes, barely hearing.
No.
A word was needed. But I mustn’t use those. It was up to him. I turned my head to see him. I heard the rasp of my hair on the table. I pleaded with my eyes. Hear me. But the man in there was Him, the sadist, the distant one. He didn’t know me anymore. He just watched.
As the needle found me, I was screaming, quietly screaming.
