“Yes, Master.”
Anton unlocked the shackles around her ankles and wrists and helped her steady herself. “Go to him.”
Annette was sure that if it weren’t for the intense arousal blocking out all rational thought that she wouldn’t have the bravery to do any of this. If reason were playing any part, she could rationalize that the need for an orgasm was never so strong as to override other faculties. She could simply touch herself later. She could wait one hour for this to wear off. But the throbbing insanity between her legs wouldn’t let up. And even the thought of a second hour as punishment seemed unbearable.
And it wasn’t just intense arousal, she had grown increasingly wet in just the past few minutes.
“Kiska? Go to him.”
She tried to not think about how badly she needed to come and instead to focus on Anton’s list of questions and demands. She got on her hands and knees and crawled to Ivan’s chair.
“Good girl. Will you let him fondle your breasts?”
She felt the blush creeping up her neck. Somehow having to verbally agree to every single thing was even more perverse than silently allowing it to happen.
“Yes, Master.”
A breathy whimper escaped her mouth as Ivan’s hands roamed freely over her breasts. He left no bit of skin unexplored, no nerve ending unconquered. He groped and rubbed, and pinched her nipples until she cried out, the pain inexplicably sending a sharper bolt of desire between her legs.
“Will you lie across his lap and allow him to spank you?”
She hesitated a moment, tempted to start asking questions like, how hard? How long? How many? But at Anton’s raised eyebrow she simply said, “Yes, Master.”
Ivan helped her position herself over his lap.
“Anton, come hold her hands out of the way,” he said.
“Will you let me restrain you?” Anton asked.
“Yes, Master.”
She held her hands out and he gripped her wrists. Then Ivan started to spank her. If spanking were the only thing happening, it might have hurt. Ivan was certainly not weak about it. The sting was intense enough to bring tears to her eyes, and yet, still, the most pressing concern was the mindless driving madness between her legs.
After five or six strikes, Ivan stopped and rubbed her heated flesh. One hand moved between her legs, resting there for a moment, driving her even more crazy.
“She’s unbelievably wet. My God I would love to fuck that. Anton?”
“Sorry, no. I promised no one else would fuck her tonight.”
“Master, please,” Annette begged, because Ivan fucking her sounded like about the best thing in the world right about then. Even though she’d been scared about the possibility of being passed around, now, with arousal shortcircuiting her fears, she would have let them all have their turn with her. She imagined Ivan large and thick and hard pushing inside her with so many eyes on her, letting him pound her into oblivion while she bucked like a wild animal beneath him.
“Oh, you want him to fuck you?” Anton asked, amused.
“Anything. Please, I’ll do anything. I need to come. Please.”
“Perhaps. But we aren’t done with our game yet.” Anton glanced at the watch on his wrist. “You know, it’s only been twenty minutes since we started. Can you stand forty more of this?”
The tears began to flow quickly down her cheeks. She couldn’t help it. The idea that he might allow this torture to go on for forty more minutes was more than she could cope with.
Anton helped her off Ivan’s lap, Ivan stood, and then Anton took his seat.
“We aren’t finished. Will you get down on your knees and beg me to let you come?”
“Yes, Master.” She got on her knees in front of him and said, “Please let me come.”
“No points for creativity, but this is a demonstration of obedience, so I’ll accept it. Will you suck my cock in front of everyone here?”
“Yes, Master.” Annette was beginning to wonder if there actually was anything she would say no to if the end of the game promised release.
“Will you let strangers touch you while you do it?”
“Yes, Master.” This thought excited her more.
She fumbled with his pants to get his cock free and took him into her mouth, still unable to believe she was doing any of this. She was by no means an expert at this activity, but the sounds Anton began to make after a few minutes led her to believe that whatever she might lack in skill, she made up for in enthusiasm.
As she sucked, other men began to touch her. One pushed three fingers inside her and she squirmed against him, hoping to be able to steal an orgasm.
“Careful,” Anton said, “I’m not ready for her to come.”
The hands moved to other safer places, her breasts, her thighs. When Anton came, she swallowed without giving it a thought—a thing she’d never done before but which seemed no big deal in such possessed circumstances.
Someone else walked up and placed a long smooth steel object in Anton’s hand. It glistened with a clear gel.
“Will you let me fuck your asshole with this? I’ll be gentle, and it’s very narrow. Remember, your orgasm depends on it.”
Annette only hesitated for a moment. “Yes, Master.”
He positioned her over his lap much like she’d been with Ivan and nudged her legs apart. She felt the wetness drip down her thighs. She gasped as Anton worked the cold, lubed steel inside her ass. He slowly pushed it in, then pulled it out, as her muscles contracted against it. He repeated this action for several minutes as her excitement drove higher.
When he was finished tormenting her with the toy, he helped her stand and guided her to a leather padded table.
“Will you lie on the table and spread your legs wide for us?”
“Yes, Master.” Before she got on the table, she looked at him plaintively “Please please, let me come,” she said for his ears only.
He touched the side of her face. “Soon. Be a good girl.”
She climbed up on the table, lay down, and spread her legs. The group of men who’d been watching the demonstration unfold, moved to circle the table.
“Will you allow us to penetrate you with toys?”
“Yes, Master.”
What proceeded next was a string of men each climbing on the table and fucking her with various sized dildos and vibrators. Dildos made of glass, some of steel. Some with bumps and ridges. Some fat and bulbous, some thinner. Some vibrated and were set on a setting too low for her to come despite being so worked up and desperate. Annette felt as though even the slightest touch should set her off by this point, but these men knew what they were doing. They knew how to touch, where to touch, how much pressure to apply, how much speed to take her just to the edge and then back off.
She moaned and writhed and arched her hips off the table, desperate for more contact, for that final thing that would send her over the edge.
It seemed like more than an hour had passed, but she’d lost the ability to fully understand time, and she was sure even without the work of the cream that she’d feel this exact same way from so much teasing torment.
Finally Anton called them off.
“Master, please. Please can I come?”
“Do you still want Ivan to fuck you?”
“Yes, Master.”