Anton lifted her chin so that their eyes met. “I will let you use a safe word here at the party. We all use a standard system. Say Yellow if you need things to slow down and Red if you need them to stop.”
“If I do that, will you be mad?”
“A little disappointed, but not mad. No one here is going to hurt you. I won’t let them. Okay?”
Annette nodded, feeling a bit better about things, though not by a lot. Her earlier arousal had all worn off and now all she felt was nervous about what was about to happen.
Anton leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I’ll blindfold you before I undress you and tie you up. It will be easier. Just know nobody here will judge you for anything. They’re all a bunch of deviants.”
This reassurance did make her feel marginally better. And she couldn’t deny that something about the whole situation felt so deliciously forbidden that if she could shut down the worried side of her and just let go, if no one else was going to actually fuck her… well…
Before she could reply, Anton had taken her hand and dragged her back into the center of the room. As promised, he pulled out a blindfold and covered her eyes with it before she got a chance to look around at the gathering crowd.
“Let me undress her.” The rumbling voice was Ivan’s.
“Be my guest,” Anton said.
Annette’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt large warm hands shove the straps of her dress off her shoulders. A small tug at the waist and the fabric was over her hips and fluttering to the floor. He took her hands in his.
“Step out, my dear.”
She allowed Ivan to lead her out of the tangle of fabric. Then he moved behind her and unhooked and removed the bra. With the blindfold and how quiet the room had gotten, it was easy to pretend it was just her and the ballet master. Or even better yet, just her and Anton.
“Lovely,” he said.
She could sense him circling her, taking in the full view. Then his hands were stroking her ass and thighs.
“I see someone has already been naughty today,” Ivan said.
Somehow she’d forgotten about the welts from Brian’s belt that had marked her earlier in the day even though the anxiety of the punishment itself had remained fresh on her mind. She’d forgotten evidence had been left behind on her skin. It seemed like it had happened so much longer than a mere few hours ago.
Two people led her a few steps in another direction, turned her around, and stretched her arms and legs out, binding them to the wooden frame of the X-shaped contraption she’d seen in the center of the room when they’d come downstairs. It was almost identical to the one down in the dungeon at the house which she’d been strapped to earlier for punishment.
This time there was a different sort of fear. Even if she couldn’t see them, she knew many sets of strange eyes could see every inch of her body: exposed breasts, spread legs. She knew as far as her legs were spread that nothing was left to the imagination of those who watched. No matter how shy she got, she couldn’t close her legs or reach down to cover herself. The only thing to do was surrender to the gazes she could feel burning through her skin.
Moments later, the cool slippery cream was being rubbed between her legs. She recognized Anton’s touch immediately.
“It takes a few minutes to start working,” he said to the gathered group.
“I think he’s just messing with us,” one of the observers said.
“I assure you, this is the most magical, potent cream on the market. In a few minutes, there will be very little she won’t do to come.”
Annette wanted to deny his words, even privately to herself. But she knew the truth of them. And now that the threat of death wasn’t mashed up against the fear of being fucked by multiple strangers, she knew it was likely her arousal would be stronger than any petty resistance she might otherwise entertain.
After all, a part of her wanted to fall into this dream and just feel—like Anton wanted her to. She wanted his attention to remain on her and not on the dark-haired ballerina.
Before her thoughts could stray much farther, Annette felt the cream beginning to work its horrible evil magic until the only part of her that felt real was between her legs. Without her conscious control, she began to writhe and struggle.
Without the immediate fears for her sister distracting her, the cream was even more potent than it had been the night before. The power of it was more primal and savage than she’d remembered.
In moments, hands began to stroke her. She couldn’t focus to count how many there were, and she wasn’t sure if Anton was one of the people touching her or if he stood back and observed. She was touched everywhere with a sort of entitlement—as though she were a plaything for all who wanted to partake. Breasts, belly, thighs, the curve of her neck, the side of her face as she leaned into the alien touches and whimpered.
But no one touched her in the one place she so desperately needed to be touched.
“That’s enough,” Anton said. All at once the hands were gone. So none of them had been Anton. What about Sergio? Or Ivan?
After a few minutes of squirming and need, the word “please” fell quiet and plaintive from her lips.
“I’m sorry, kiska, I didn’t hear you.”
“Master, please.” She wondered idly if somehow the cream was more intense each time it got used. She knew this was insane, and it only seemed stronger now because so much more fear had been competing with it the night before. But the thought that her sexual need and arousal could feel any stronger than this was absolutely terrifying.
“Does my little pet need to come?”
“Yes, please please please.” She knew the way she thrust her pussy toward any hand that might wait to touch it was lewd and obscene, but she couldn’t stop the mindless clawing need. She felt like an animal in heat, and the only thing that mattered in her life was to be touched and to have release.
Her inhibitions seemed to melt with each second she was left unsatisfied.
“All right. Let’s play a game.”
She tensed, thinking of Brian’s earlier game, but quickly shook it off. Anton wasn’t Brian.
“I’ll ask you if you will allow something to be done to you. A yes means you have to go through with what you agreed to, and we continue until I decide you deserve to come and allow you pleasure. A no means the game ends and you are left to suffer through your arousal for the next hour until the cream wears off. Then I’ll apply it again and tie you up and leave you to suffer without orgasm until it wears off again. Do you understand these terms?”
Annette shuddered. The idea of having this level of need with no satisfaction for two excruciating hours was more than she wanted to think about. “Yes, Master.”
“Will you let me take the blindfold off?”
Of course that would be the first thing to go. He played such dirty pool. At the same time, being able to see him was better in its way.
“Yes, Master.”
A moment later, the blindfold came off. A quick glance around showed about ten very intrigued male observers circling her, watching. Who knew where their own pets, slaves, or however they referred to them were. This demonstration was something of the most immediate interest to those intending to use the cream to torment their own toys.
“Good girl. It only gets harder from here. Will you crawl to Ivan?” Anton pointed a few feet away to where the ballet master sat in a nearby chair, watching with interest.