Flame was amazed how quickly the men could recover from their first orgasm and get it up again. It was easiest for them to do her first, and then rely on Sapphire’s educated mouth to revive them after a few minutes’ rest.
The only exceptions were Dodge who seemed to have no interest in doing his own slave and used Sapphire exclusively; and Grenfeld who, after christening Sapphire’s mouth briefly, had no further interest in doing anyone but Flame.
It took little more than half an hour for Flame’s ass to be filled with the cum of six different men. There had hardly been a break between violations and her back was aching from having to remain bent over. Her asshole, gaping and slick from the lube and cum, burned from the pounding that it had received.
Sapphire was still sucking cock – it took longer for her to get a man off, especially if he had already come in Flame’s ass – and she had one man waiting in line. Her knees had to be aching but her jaw must have been hurting worse. A half hour is a long time to keep your mouth stretched wide open. Yet she didn’t dare let her teeth graze even the largest cock that was shoved down her throat for fear of punishment.
The evening was still young. The entertainment had only been underway for a little more than an hour. The gentlemen wouldn’t consider returning to their wives for another two hours, at least.
Though Sapphire had cleaned Grenfeld with her mouth, he been fresh from buggering Flame and had not been erect. Now, he was rampant and ready to go again.
He grabbed Flame by her hair with both hands and pulled her off the mattress. “You aren’t going to lay about when you’ve got a man ready for you.” He pushed her to her knees and pulled her head into his crotch. “Get to work, you lazy bitch!”
She grabbed his cock at the base with both hands and lowered her mouth over his purple head.
“I don’t think so,” Grenfeld roared. He addressed one of the men who were standing, watching. “Get those cuffs and secure her hands behind her back.” A shelf by the door was piled high with useful items, including several pairs of handcuffs.
In a few seconds, rough hands pulled Flame’s arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together.
“Okay, cunt-eater, let’s see how good you are with lips and tongue alone,” Grenfeld said. “I’ve always suspected that a lady has a lot more talent than she shares with her husband. Now you give me a good time or you’ll regret that you ever sold yourself.”
Flame began licking and sucking in earnest. Lacking the use of her hands, she had to work her mouth with all the skill that she’d acquired from her kennelman’s tutelage.
Grenfeld had little patience for skill and finesse. He still had both hands wrapped in Flame’s hair. After watching her work desperately on him for a couple of minutes, he began jerking her head and thrusting himself as far down her throat as he could.
She gagged when his cock hit the back of her throat and then choked as it cut off her air. All concern for sucking and licking was gone. She needed to concentrate only on keeping her mouth open as wide as possible to make sure that she didn’t bite him and on sucking as much air into her lungs as possible every time he withdrew an inch before slamming back into her.
Her instinctive reaction to her distress was to try to use her hands to defend herself. Logic told her that it was a useless effort, but her ancient animal brain didn’t care. Throughout the ordeal, her wrists thrashed reflexively in her handcuffs, leaving bruises that would last for days.
The mood in the room had shifted subtly. The basics were over. Every man who wanted relief had come twice already. Now they needed more imaginative challenges to stimulate their interest.
Sapphire knew that if the slaves didn’t supply the imagination, the gentlemen would. And the slaves wouldn’t like some of the things that the gentlemen dreamed up.
When Grenfeld came, he roared.
Flame was almost unconscious from suffocation. She swallowed frantically, needing to clear the thick gobs from her throat so that she could breath again. She heard Grenfeld shout, “That, gentlemen, is how you skullfuck a lady properly. Who’s next?”
Sir Anthony stepped forward, his cock rampant.
Flame was still gasping for air. Her lips had a bluish tinge. She didn’t think that she could survive further suffocation.
Sapphire had finished with her last man and came to her rescue. She swayed around the table and said, in a soft voice, “If one is good, two will be better. We have a real treat for you, sir.”
She sank to her knees facing Flame.
“Let us feast on your delicious cock.”
She grabbed him by the shaft and guided him between their mouths. Then she released him and clasped her own hands behind her back in a parody of Flame’s bound hands.
She wrapped her lips around the side of his shaft.
Though a fog of anoxia, Flame perceived the game and wrapped her lips around the other side so that her lips were touching Sapphire’s. The two slaves were kissing each other with the tips of their lips, the man’s cock sharing their mouth in between.
Sapphire began slowly moving toward the head of his cock, using her tongue to lubricate her passage.
Flame’s mind was barely clear enough to see what Sapphire was doing and follow her lead so that both mouths were sliding along the length of his shaft in unison, leaving a slimy trail behind, always maintaining their kiss.
As she began to recover her air and her head began to clear, she was better able to synchronize her movements with Sapphire’s.
They kept navigating the length of Anthony’s shaft from root to head and back until he was moaning in delight.
The next time they reached his head, Sapphire kept going until both mouths were free of his cock. She pulled away and, with her eyes, gestured to the purple dome.
Flame understood and moved to take him into her mouth.
When the head of his cock was full into Flame’s mouth, Sapphire used her tongue to lick the joint between him and Flame’s lips. She bent her head over to reach the far side and then craned her neck underneath to lick the bottom. Repeating those maneuvers, over and over, she kept him stimulated further down his shaft than Flame could reach by penetration alone.
After a minute, he began thrusting reflexively.
Sapphire knocked her face against Flame’s cheek, signaling her to release him.
Sapphire and Flame reversed positions, Sapphire taking Anthony in her mouth while Flame licked his shaft.
Sapphire was expert at not letting a man come to climax. When he became too excited, she released the head of his cock and she and Flame returned to their kiss around his shaft, working it from head to root.
When he began to relax, she took his head into her mouth again and began working on it anew.
She stretched Antony’s exquisite frustration out for minute after minute.
With both slaves working on one man, there was no one slave available for the others to use. They didn’t mind. Some of the men watched the waltz of the two mouths in fascination. Others drifted away to sip brandy and chat with each other.
When Sapphire finally allowed Anthony his relief, she did not swallow his cum but stuck her tongue out and presented it to the watching gentlemen as a creamy white ball on the tip.
She took her hands from behind her back and gently parted Flame’s lips.
Flame didn’t want to accept the gift but had no choice. She was going to receive it whether she wanted to or not. It was better that she do so with good grace.
She opened her mouth and extended her tongue.
Sapphire delicately dropped the gob of Anthony’s cum onto it.
Flame kept her tongue extended for a few seconds to ensure that every man who was still watching saw it. Then she delicately closed her mouth and swallowed. Her white throat bobbed.
“Gentlemen,” Sapphire said softly, “that is the fine art of sucking cock.”
Then she put her arms about Flame and kissed her long and deep, tongue thrust far into her mouth and breast
s pressed tight against each other.
Even Grenfeld knew better than to break the mood at that moment.
But he was not to leave Flame alone for long. As soon as Sapphire and Flame stood up again, he took Flame by the arm and crudely pulled her against his body.
“Somebody uncuff the lady,” he said. “It’s time I did her proper.”
Someone, one of Dodge’s friends, a man whose name Flame never learned, hastened to the shelf to retrieve the handcuff key.
When her hands were freed, Grenfeld said, “That’s no clothes for a lady. Strip them off.”
The only clothes that Flame was wearing were the red garter belt and stockings.
When she was completely naked, he asked, softly, “Will you dance with me, now, my lady?”
“With pleasure,” she replied.
“Only if you’re not too tired, of course.”
In her previous life, that had been her excuse for refusing the second dance with him at the Autumn Solstice Ball – that she had been too tired. He had remembered that detail.
Now, she was exhausted, but could only say, “I’m not tired at all, sir. You infuse me with new energy.” A slave was never too tired to perform. Not unless she wanted to be revived by a brisk whipping.
“Good. You’re going to need it.”
Her heart sank. After all she had endured, she still had a long evening ahead.
“Dodge, some music, please,” Grenfeld said.
Dodge turned a dial on the wall and the soft background music swelled to fill the room.
They danced.
The liberties that Grenfeld had taken with her when she was a lady at the ball were nothing compared to what he did when she was a naked slave waltzing in his arms.
He held her so tightly that she could barely breathe, dug his fingers into her cunt and ass, mauled her breasts mercilessly, and thrust his tongue as far into her mouth as he could reach.
And all the time, whispered into her ear, the compliments of a perfect gentleman. “You dance like you were born for this. … You’re so light on your feet. You must tell me your secret diet. … Your dress suits you perfectly. … Your husband is such a lucky man. … I hope that you’ve been enjoying the service tonight. … The party’s far from over yet. … I’m sure that you’ll be offered many more delicious flavors this evening. “
Though her breasts ached when he squeezed them in an iron grip, her nipples burned when he twisted them, and her cunt lips screamed in agony when he pinched them with his fingernails, she forced herself to smile and answer softly, “Thank you, sir. … You’re so kind. … It’s so nice to dance with a true gentleman.”
He stopped dancing. “I am a gentleman.” He altered his grip so that he was holding her gently and kissed her tenderly, mouth relaxed, lips opened only slightly. He held his tongue in abeyance. It was a lover’s kiss. “I would be honored if you called me by my name. My name is James.”
Flame was startled. The Baronet’s first name was William. The only James that she knew was her husband. She didn’t know how to respond and said nothing.
“Say it,” Grenfeld said. “Say, ‘I love you, James.’”
She pressed her face into his shoulder. “Please. I’m begging you. Don’t.”
“Say it or I’ll have Dodge cane you bloody. You’ll envy Sapphire that her scarring is so light compared to the disfigurement that’ll cloak your back.”
Grenfeld had only refrained from having her caned already because his sense of decorum was too deeply ingrained. But if a slave refused a direct order to engage in simple role-playing, to refuse something as simple as calling a gentleman by another name, there would be no limit to the punishment that he could request.
And Dodge would do it. He would cane her bloody if Grenfeld told him to. To ingratiate himself with the aristocracy, he wouldn’t hesitate to destroy his hundred-thousand plaq slave.
She didn’t know if Grenfeld would prefer that she obey or not. He might enjoy seeing her back cut to ribbons even more than he would enjoy humiliating her by reminding her of her past.
“I won’t ask again. Say, ‘James,’ now or have your back flayed to the bone.” Grenfeld’s voice was velvet over steel.
“James,” she whispered.
“Say that you love me.”
Her will was broken. “I love you.”
“James.”
“James.” Grenfeld had finally found what he had been looking for: the hammer that he could use to crush her will. “I love you, James.” She said it like she meant it.
He kissed her again, long and deeply and gently. “Come, my darling. Let us share the sweet love of a lady and her husband in their marital bed.”
Grenfeld led her up the steps to the mattress. She knew what was coming. He was going to show her what she had forgone when she sold herself. What she would have had if James had been an attentive husband; what was now beyond all hope of regaining.
He coaxed Flame onto her back and kissed her with warm soft lips. He stroked the hair away from her head. “You are beautiful, Irene. I’m so lucky to be married to you. I love you with all my heart.”
The other gentlemen were watching. They snickered softly. Anthony said, “Tell your husband how much you love him, Irene.”
“I love you,” she said.
Grenfeld looked into her eyes. “No need to say the words, darling. I can feel your love in my heart.” He kissed her again.
To her shame, tears were flowing down her face and soaking into her hair. She should have chosen the caning. It would have been less painful than this reminder of the life that she’d thrown away.
Sapphire spoke up. “Gentlemen, I’m feeling ignored.” She turned, grabbed the arms of an easy chair, bent over, and spread her legs. “I have two hot, juicy holes waiting for your pleasure. You’ve been ignoring them all night. Fuck one or the other or both. Gentleman’s choice. I’m horny as hell and I’m begging you to plug me good.”
Grenfeld was performing only for Flame’s benefit. The show held little interest for the spectators. The men shuffled away to cluster around Sapphire. A line formed behind her.
Grenfeld parted Flame’s legs and lowered himself between her thighs. He penetrated her gently, considerately.
When she closed her eyes, Grenfeld felt no different than James had felt on their wedding night. Why had her husband not continued to make love to her throughout their marriage? Wasn’t that the duty of a husband? To keep his wife satisfied? If only he had done for her what Grenfeld was doing now, even once a month, she would never have enslaved herself.
“You give your husband so much pleasure,” he said. “And so generously. I can feel your love flowing through my whole body.”
“James,” she whispered. The name had come to her lips, unbidden; an old habit resurrected by the feelings that Grenfeld had resurrected. She hugged him close. “I love you, James.” She meant it.
“I love you, Irene,” he whispered back. “Always.”
She responded to his slow, rhythmic pressure against her vulva and rocked her hips to receive his thrusts.
He moved a little faster and harder and she responded more dramatically.
He kept working her until he made her climax. She screamed James’ name when she came.
Grenfeld had his ultimate triumph over the lady who had snubbed him.
When he climbed off, she was weeping bitter, salty tears.
He grabbed her ankles, flipped her over on her belly, and pulled her down the mattress until her waist was at the edge of the table.
She was too broken to resist.
He dropped her legs and kicked them apart to open her ass and cunt to all.
“Here’s the other one. Two more holes to fill. Gentleman’s choice. No waiting.”
A line formed behind her. Someone penetrated her cunt and started pumping into her. It hurt because it was still hypersensitive from her recent orgasm, but her heart was hurting so much worse that she cared little about her body.
After a time, that cock was replaced by another. And then someone reamed out her ass with yet another cock.
She never bothered looking back to see who was using her. She didn’t care.
At some point, Grenfeld pulled her hair aside and whispered into her ear. “If only James could see his sweet Irene now. Some wife you turned out to be. Legs splayed wide to offer your asshole and cunt to any man who can get it up. He’s going to hear what you’ve become. I promise you that. He’s going to hear every disgusting detail.”
As he was talking, someone pumped a load in her ass, pulled out, and made way so that another thick cock could be rammed into her cunt.
Flame never stopped weeping.
It wasn’t long before every man in the room had sated himself in one of the available holes. They stepped off to sitting or standing around quietly. Flame and Sapphire were both still bent over, gaping and available, but no longer being of service.
Sapphire judged that the time had come to bid all a good night.
She rose and then took Flame by the hand and helped her to her feet, and led her to the brightly-lit area by the door where they had entered.
“Gentlemen,” she said, “you have honored us with your enthusiastic attention tonight. In gratitude, we request the further honor of offering cleanup service before you dress yourselves for your ladies.” She sank to her knees, pulling Flame down to kneel beside her, and then raised her hands in a gesture of welcome.
Anthony stepped in front of her and Sapphire proceeded to lick his limp cock gently and thoroughly until it was shiny clean from base to tip.
Flame did the same for one of Dodge’s unnamed friends.
Grenfeld hung back and waited until the other six men had been serviced and were getting dressed again. Then he stepped before Flame and said, “Get cleaning, slave.”
She licked every bump and wrinkle until his male equipment sparkled.
Then he turned and thrust his ass into her face. “Backside, too. Get your tongue all the way in there. I want to feel as fresh as a newborn babe.”
She pressed her face deep into his crack and began licking.
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