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Marcus pulled her inside and locked the door. Then he placed a chair in front of it.
“You could wear the dress and just take off the panties, but I prefer you fully nude.”
And of course, if he preferred it, that would be what she gave him. Her submission to Quill had easily spilled over onto Marcus. His demands were only a sliver less important than her master’s. And he offered the extra bit of kindness that took the edge off Quill’s intensity. No matter how much she craved Quill’s approval, she needed Marcus to balance him out.
Saskia sat on the bench and unbuckled the strap of her shoe. Her hands began to shake. Marcus pulled the chair up to her and sat, closing his hands over hers.
Marcus undid her shoes and slid them off. “He’ll have someone outside the box, making sure they follow the rules. It’s just the toys. They’re required to use lube. Imagine it’s me or him. Once it starts, if it’s truly too much for you, I will stop it and talk to him. Okay?”
Saskia nodded. She pulled the dress over her head, and he helped her scoot down the bench.
She jumped when someone grabbed her ankle. “It’s only me,” Quill said, from the other side of the panel. He spread her legs and locked her ankles into the cuffs. Then he rubbed her exposed clit until the arousal began. “Good girl,” he whispered from the other side of the curtain. “Just relax. Let yourself enjoy this. We all know how filthy you are.”
Inside the enclosure, Marcus stood beside her, stroking her hair. He kissed her, prodding her to open to him as his tongue moved inside her mouth. Then he started to fondle her breasts. She became so involved with Marcus’s gentle ministrations that Quill’s voice on the other side of the panel faded into the background even as she heard a larger buzz of noise growing in the main gallery.
Her eyes widened in shock when a cold, well-lubricated toy was pushed inside her. Whoever it was, hadn’t bothered with something small and innocuous. The person on the other end moved the toy with aching slowness in to the hilt and pulled it out at the same maddening tempo. This was repeated multiple times until her hips began to move and arch toward the source of potential pleasure. Each hard bump of the glass dragged against her inner walls, teasing her, making her wetter with each stroke.
Her focus shifted from Marcus to what was happening beneath her waist. Whatever fears she’d had evaporated as she began to move with it, trying to take more inside. But she couldn’t control the depth or speed or the strength of the thrust. The stranger was in complete control of every sensation between her legs. And somehow she knew they got off on it.
A frustrated whimper escaped her throat.
The person on the other side chuckled. A decidedly masculine sound. Of course it was a male. What woman would participate in this? But maybe one would. Saskia was sure if a woman decided to join in, that she would know it without the aid of a soundtrack.
“Such a hungry pussy,” the man on the other side said.
Saskia recognized that voice. Nolan? She thought that was his name. He was a close friend of her master. She’d met him the night of the fund raising event months before all of this had spiraled out of control. He was the one who’d shown interest in her work making reproductions. She felt her face flame at the recognition and tried to stay quiet, paranoid he’d somehow figure out it was her.
Marcus pulled away to observe her the moment she’d started writhing and whimpering. He lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered, “You know him?”
She nodded, and he smiled. He moved the chair closer and sat, his fingers kneading her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. She whimpered again, desperately trying not to beg him for mercy. The only thing that made any of this okay was the anonymity she’d been offered. If a single word passed through her lips, it could be compromised.
On the other side of the panel, Nolan teased her further. He penetrated her now with lightning quick speed, but he’d taken away the deep full fucking. Instead, he only allowed the fat, bulbous tip a mere inch inside her before swiftly pulling it out and repeating again. Endless teasing stimulation.
She was so close to begging him, even knowing he might recognize her voice and know whose body he commanded. But mercifully, he spared her the indignation, driving the toy fully into her at a tempo that finally offered sweet release.
A deep moan rose from her throat as she came. The toy slipped out, and there was silence on the other side. Cool air played over her bare skin. This was the most exposed Saskia had felt since she’d first been strapped in to the installation.
She heard murmurings nearby but couldn’t pull out any specific words. She wondered how many people stood staring at her swollen cunt and whispering. It was almost better to be used than not to be. At least while being penetrated by one of the toys, she didn’t have to think about anything but sensation. And no one could simply gawk at her spread-open pussy.
Footsteps approached the installation, and then another lubed dildo plunged into her without warning. The lubricant wasn’t needed, but Quill had ordered it. And he was nothing if not a stickler for rules. By the end of the party when she was sore and wrung out, she’d probably be grateful for anything that allowed the glass to slide more easily in and out of her.
This time, the person on the other end used two of the toys. One plunged inside her at a steady rhythm, while the other, smaller toy teased her clit.
She lost track of her orgasms and all the dildos that filled her after a while. Several had been used on her more than once, but she was sure each glass phallus had had its turn at penetration. She doubted there was a single piece that was dry.
Eventually, she came to realize the lubricant was being kept slightly chilled and that perhaps it wasn’t just meant to keep her wet. Each time a toy slid inside her, she was grateful for the coolness that soothed the heat she’d built. As the strangers played with her, Marcus gently caressed her skin. He ran his hands over every inch of her flesh that was available to him and followed his stroking with a trail of kisses along the contours of her upper body.
Saskia jumped at a sharp rap on the other side of the door.
“It’s me,” Quill said.
Marcus unlocked it, and her master slipped in, locking the door behind him.
“How is our little slut doing in here?” he asked.
There was a chuckle on the other side of the panel, as if there could be any question how easily his guests could hear any peep that happened behind it. Saskia was relieved she’d kept her silence.
Marcus stroked her hair. “She’s being very responsive.”
