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  It was difficult to breathe as she watched Janine whipping her hard, wanton nipples, poking invitingly through the holes in the black latex body. She watched, mesmerised, as the camera zoomed in on her anguished face, panning to where Janine sucked greedily on her breasts, wincing with remembered pain as she pulled and let go.

  Alexander held his glass to her lips and she drank deeply of the crisp, dry wine. She almost choked as her own vulva came into view, spread wide open, dripping with arousal, filling the screen.

  'You see how lovely you are – so willing, Maggie, so deliciously succulent!'

  Maggie felt a hot blush stain her body as Alexander's honeyed words caressed her ears. His breath was warm as it fanned her face, his lips tickling the tip of her ear. Incredibly, she felt the familiar throb begin between her legs as she watched, unable to drag her eyes away from the screen, as the little rubber paddle beat on her shamelessly straining clitoris. She had never seen that most intimate part of her at the moment of orgasm, and she could not prevent a little cry of distress from passing her lips.

  Alexander used the chain attached to the collar round her neck to pull her head round so that he could kiss her. The kiss had no warmth in it and when he pulled his head away, Maggie felt as if she had been branded.

  Turning her attention back to the screen, Maggie saw her own tongue darting in and out of Janine's spread sex-lips, a frown of intense concentration between her eyes. The camera lingered, for a moment, on Janine's rapturous face as she worked her hips back and forth over Maggie's mouth. Her eyes were closed, her head pulled back so that the soft white flesh of her throat was exposed in a tender, graceful arc.

  For a moment, Maggie felt a rush of pure love for her and yearned to press her lips against the tiny pulse visible in her neck. Then the camera swung to Janine's hands and Maggie saw herself, spread lewdly open, the vibrating dildo held threateningly at the entrance to her sex.

  She could feel it now, that cold, hard, foreign object as it violated her. And yet, even as she had abhorred the intrusion, her muscles had contracted around it, drawing it in deeper until it filled and stretched her, the final humiliation.

  Maggie watched with increasing horror as she saw Antony help Janine from the bed and lead her away, leaving Maggie alone, tethered to the bed under the watchful eye of the camera, the monstrous dildo still vibrating wildly inside her. The last shot was a close up of her face, mouth wide open, contorted with rapture as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body.

  9

  There was absolute silence as the film finished and Antony turned off the television with the remote control. Maggie sat staring at the blank screen. Her lungs hurt in her chest, her breath emerging in short, sharp gasps as the image of herself which had just faded from the screen remained imprinted on her memory.

  Never had she imagined she was capable of such total abandonment. It shocked her, even while she was excited by it. And to have let herself go to such a degree in front of an audience . . .

  'You see, Maggie,' Alexander's throaty voice broke the silence, 'you were made for it.'

  He laughed as she turned her stricken face towards him and ruffled her hair as if she was indeed a favourite pet. Maggie felt a rush of pure, unadulterated desire for him. It was his cock that she wanted to replace the cold, unyielding plastic of Janine's toy; his warm, masculine body she wanted to enclose and possess her.

  Raising herself up on her knees, she shuffled round as far as the leash would allow, and, oblivious to Janine and Antony, pressed her face against his black denim-covered crotch. She could feel the hardness of him pushing against the stiff fabric as she nuzzled him in a mute plea.

  Alexander laughed again and began to unbutton his fly. He was naked underneath and his white, slender shaft sprang suddenly up and slapped her across the face. Greedily, Maggie took it into her mouth and began to suck it hungrily. She felt it thicken and swell as she ran her tongue up and down the underside and round the smooth, circumcised tip.

  She gasped as, suddenly, Alexander tangled his fingers in the hair at the back of her head and pulled her roughly away. Her eyes signalled her distress as he brought his face close to hers and said coldly,

  'You didn't ask permission, did you?'

  Maggie shook her head, tears starting in her eyes as the action pulled her hair at the roots. All reason seemed to have left her, she only wanted to feel him in her mouth again, draw him into her yearning body.

  'Please . . .' she whispered.

  Alexander bestowed one of his golden smiles on her and she basked in its warmth. Her spirits plummetted as he spoke.

  'No, sweet Maggie, I think you've had enough for tonight. Don't be so greedy.'

  He kissed the tip of her nose and let go his punishing grip on her hair. Gently, he pushed her away from him.

  'I'll tell you what, as you've been so very good, I'll let you watch.'

  Maggie frowned, not understanding, at first, what he meant. Following his gaze as he turned away from her, she saw that Antony and Janine were oblivious to them and were kissing passionately at the other end of the sofa. Janine's robe had fallen open to reveal her nakedness and Antony's large, sensitive hand kneaded her right breast as she pressed against him.

  As she watched, they sank slowly onto the sheepskin rug, mouths still melded together as Antony shrugged off his shirt and Janine deftly dispensed with the fastening to his trousers. Maggie shifted uncomfortably as her own juices began to flow in empathy with Janine when Antony began to kiss her small, perfectly formed breasts.

  Glancing at Alexander, she realised that he was watching, not Janine, but Antony. She tugged experimentally against the chain which bound her to the coffee table, but it held her fast. She did not dare to use her hands to untie herself and she sank back against the sofa, defeated.

  The soft leather was warm against her bare skin, the silky, ticklish fur of the rug brushing against her swollen sex. She could not take her eyes off the couple not two feet away from her as their loveplay turned rougher, more urgent, the tender kisses turning into bites, the languorous caresses into mildly punishing scratches and pinches.

  Maggie's mouth and throat felt dry and she gulped gratefully at the wine Alexander held against her lips. She watched jealously as Antony flipped Janine onto her stomach and raised her up onto all fours. Janine was sideways on to Maggie, so she had a clear view, in profile, of both her face and her bottom which she wiggled enticingly at Antony.

  His erection bobbed in front of him as he scooped her up and turned her so that Maggie could see her pink, moisture-slicked sex beneath the tight, puckered hole of her bottom. Alexander suddenly sprang out of the seat and disappeared from the room.

  Antony slipped his forefinger into Janine's open sex, inches away from Maggie's face, and Janine sat back slightly so that she was impaled on it, wriggling her bottom lewdly as Antony pushed it in and out teasingly. Alexander returned with a large, square mirror which he leaned against the television cabinet. It was strategically placed, for Maggie could now simultaneously see Janine's face and her rear, swaying like a cat on heat.

  She watched with bated breath as Antony knelt between Janine's outspread knees, poised to penetrate her. Placing his hands on Janine's hips to steady himself, he eased into her, closing his eyes in concentration as her silken sheath drew him in.

  Maggie glanced at Janine's face reflected in the mirror as Antony began to thrust in and out of her. Her eyes were closed, her hair dishevelled, falling over her face. Perspiration stood out on her forehead and her mouth was slack, the pink tongue visible between the open lips.

  Antony had leaned over Janine now, grabbing at her dangling breasts for balance. Maggie winced in sympathy as the large hands squeezed uncaringly, the fingers digging into the soft flesh. A movement behind Antony caught her eye and she looked up to find that Alexander was watching her.

  He smiled at her beatifically as he slowly unbuttoned his 501s and allowed them to drop to his knees. Maggie's eyes opened wide as she re
alised what he was about to do. Her own neglected sex throbbed with disappointment as Alexander ran his hands lovingly over Antony's pumping buttocks.

  He held a tube in one hand and as Maggie watched, he squeezed a generous portion of white cream into his palm. Unable to tear her eyes away, she watched as he applied it to the crease between Antony's buttocks, working it in carefully and lubricating the tight anal orifice concealed within.

  Antony's face was tense, a study in concentration as he drove rhythmically into Janine from behind, barely breaking his stroke as Alexander took him. Maggie watched through a blur of frustrated tears as the scene being played before her rose to a crescendo.

  Janine came first, loudly, shrieking as the sensations overcame her. Antony held her fast as she made to pull away from him, kneading her breasts cruelly in his hands to keep her still as his semen pumped into her convulsing body. Finally, he fell across her with a groan, crushing her under him on the rug as Alexander buggered him mercilessly, not letting up until his own climax had come, accompanied by a triumphant shout.

  It seemed like a long time before anyone stirred. Alexander levered himself off Antony and turned away, pulling up his jeans as Antony finally realeased Janine. Able to breathe freely again at last, Janine lay prone, panting for a few minutes more. Then she too rose and dressed silently.

  No one took any notice of Maggie as they dressed. Janine kissed Antony and Alexander. Only then did she and the two men turn and notice Maggie, still tethered to the coffee table, an unwilling, unfulfilled observer.

  'We can't leave her like that,' Antony said to Alexander.

  They came to sit down either side of her.

  'Poor Maggie,' Alexander crooned, 'why don't you relieve yourself?'

  For a moment, Maggie did not understand. Janine smiled at her, that self satisfied, cat-like smile, and went to fetch the large, square mirror. Maggie felt the heat rise in her cheeks as Janine held the mirror steady in front of her, kneeling down behind it and leaning her chin on the top so that she could still see Maggie. She shook her head as Antony and Alexander each took an ankle and, gently, but insistently, parted her legs.

  'No! Oh no, please . . . I can't!'

  'Ssh! Antony placed his lips against her ear. 'It's nothing. Just do it . . . do it for us.'

  'Open your eyes, Maggie,' Alexander said sharply, and Maggie responded to the note of command in his voice.

  She could see herself displayed in the mirror, her legs straight, held apart at the ankle by the two men whose golden heads were resting either side of her dark one. Her lewdly gaping vulva looked swollen and red, the tumescent pleasure-bud slipping clear of its hood even as she watched. There was a well of moisture at the lip of her vagina which slowly overflowed and dribbled into the crevice of her bottom.

  Maggie swallowed convulsively as she contemplated what they wanted her to do. To bring herself to orgasm in front of so many hot, lustful eyes, the mirror ensuring that there was no escape from the spectacle.

  'I . . . I can't!' she whispered.

  'Of course you can, here,' Antony kissed her ear and, picking up her limp hand, pressed it against her labia.

  The slightly sticky moisture bathed her fingers and they moved, almost of their own volition, along the tender, slippery creases between her legs. Everything in Maggie rebelled at the thought of debasing herself in such a way, yet she could no longer deny the jags of white hot pleasure throbbing at her core.

  She felt Alexander's tongue, hot and wet in the whorls of her ears as she began to run her soaking finger either side of her inner lips. She watched, fascinated, in the mirror as her sex opened under her hand like a flower in the sun.

  'Beautiful.'

  Janine's hushed whisper barely impinged on her consciousness as she settled her back more comfortably against the sofa and dipped two fingers into her hot sheath. Her inner flesh rippled and sucked at her invasive fingers and she worked in another, then a fourth as her legs were spread wider and held slightly off the floor.

  She felt hot, the hair on her head sticking to her forehead as someone eased a cushion under her bottom, raising it up so that she could see herself even better. The rose of her anus glistened as her juices overflowed and ran in viscous rivulets down her perineum and between her buttocks.

  Uncaring now of the avid gaze of the others, Maggie withdrew her hand and began to circle her own anus with her forefinger. Pressing experimentally at the opening, she was shocked and excited when it yielded under the gentle pressure and she was able to slip the tip of her finger inside.

  'Further,' a voice fluttered in her ear and she eased her finger in up to the first knuckle.

  Feeling empty, she used the fingers of her other hand to fill her sex. She could feel her other finger through the thin wall between her vagina and her anal passage and she pushed it in further, the better to increase the unfamiliar, utterly incredible, sensation. Her neglected clitoris pulsed and she murmured in frustration.

  A male hand reached down and gently removed her hands. She moaned in protest, until she realised that he had replaced the finger in her anus with his own, and a second set of male fingers obligingly penetrated her feminine orifice, leaving her own hands free to play with her quivering bud.

  She could not hold on for much longer, sight and sensation were becoming too much. Stretching her labia apart with the fingers of one hand, she exposed her clitoris and pinched it hard between the finger and thumb of the other hand.

  It was enough to tip her over. She felt filled to brimming as Antony and Alexander fingered her twin orifices as she rubbed her clitoris, bearing down with all her might until the sensations spiralled through her, so intense that, for an instant, she blacked out.

  When she came to, Janine and Alexander had gone and she was lying in the crook of Antony's arm, her head cradled on his shoulder. He was stroking her hair tenderly and smiled down at her as she opened her eyes.

  'All right?' he asked and she nodded, made speechless by an emotion very much like love.

  She jumped as Alexander reappeared, but he too smiled at her, dropping onto his haunches beside her and stroking the back of his forefinger down the side of her cheek. She watched dispassionately as he leaned across and kissed Antony, full on the lips.

  Without another word, Antony picked her up and carried her to the bathroom where Alexander had run a warm, bubbly bath. Maggie sank gratefully into the silky water and lay in exhausted acquiescence as they washed her and dried her, smothering her in talcum powder before slipping an oversized nightshirt over her head as if she were a child.

  Yawning, she realised it must be very late. She leaned against Alexander as they led her into the bedroom. It was dominated by a huge soft bed. Maggie crawled gratefully into the centre, smiling sleepily as she felt Antony and Alexander settle either side of her. She felt warm and safe . . . and loved. She smiled and snuggled into Antony's back as sleep claimed her.

  Over breakfast in bed the following morning, Maggie felt as if all that had gone on the night before had been a dream. Yet here she was, sitting in bed with two men making her fair share of a mess with the warm, crumbly croissants Alexander had produced.

  In the gentle light of morning there was no sign of the cold, controlling Alexander of the night before. He was relaxed, his beautiful face still softened by sleep as he watched Antony lazily. Antony seemed happy, talking desultorily about his plans for the weekend as he poured them all more coffee.

  Maggie felt disorientated as she realised it was Sunday morning. She had no plans of her own and was inordinately pleased when Alexander suggested that she stay with them for the rest of the morning. They lounged companionably in bed until lunchtime and Maggie couldn't decide whether she was pleased or relieved that neither made a pass at her.

  'Do you like your job, Maggie?' Antony asked unexpectedly.

  'Of course,' she replied automatically, frowning as it hit her that her career had slipped in her order of priorities recently.

  'Would you consi
der a change?'

  She turned to Alexander, perplexed.

  'Such as?'

  'Antony has a proposition for you.'

  Maggie looked questioningly at Antony and caught the tail end of the affectionate glance which passed between him and Alexander.

  'I need an assistant,' he said, smiling at her.

  'An assistant? You mean here, at the club?'

  The idea would have been funny if she hadn't sensed the sudden watchfulness of Alexander beside her. Suddenly the relaxed atmosphere evaporated and Maggie felt a curious tension curl in the pit of her stomach. She was careful not to glance at Alexander as Antony went on.

  'My present girl, Jackie, works behind the scenes. You won't have met her. She's leaving at the end of the month and I need a replacement.'

  'And you think that I'm qualified for the job?' Maggie was incredulous.

  'It's a live in post,' Antony told her, ignoring her disbelief. 'I think it would suit you.'

  'Live in?' Maggie repeated stupidly.

  She felt the heat of Alexander's body as he reached out and turned her away from Antony and towards him. As she had expected, his expression was intense and she shivered under his startingly blue gaze.

  'You'd be living here. With Antony and I.'

  Maggie replayed the scene in her mind as she sat at her desk on Monday morning. After she had torn her gaze away from Alexander, she had glanced at Antony for confirmation. He had smiled, nodding encouragingly as if it was the most normal thing in the world to ask a woman to move in with yourself and your male lover. Suddenly she had felt the urge to get out, to get away from their all pervasive presence.

  She felt claustrophobic and she knew that, if she didn't step back from the situation and spend some time alone, she would have agreed to anything. Neither Antony nor Alexander had tried to pressure her when she had mumbled her excuses and got up. They both watched her lazily from the bed as she pulled on her clothes.

  'I'd better go,' she'd told them awkwardly. 'Thanks for the offer. I do appreciate it, it's just . . . I need some time to think. I'll call in next week and let you know.'