He held his breath. If only Emily would surrender herself totally, relinquish control, let Franz and Naomi possess her completely. Sweat was dripping off her face and belly.
Nine, ten – her buttocks were scarlet, her body moving as if controlled by the crack of the belt. Behind her, Franz seemed mesmerised, his huge cock pressing against the soft cream fabric of his jodhpurs.
Eleven, twelve – Max could almost feel the strange dark excitement rising from deep inside the girl as she was beaten. She was still trembling but it was an electric pulse; a pulse of desire. Between her legs the delicate lips of her sex had flushed scarlet, a slick of her juices already trickling out onto her smooth soft thighs. Her breasts were flushed, nipples erect and glistening with a covering of sweat. She seemed to glow, every fibre, every molecule of her slender body straining for release.
In the little hidden observation room the watchers were all entranced; this was far better than they could have ever hoped for.
Franz dropped the belt to the floor and began to undress, Emily could not see him but every one of the watchers could sense the girl straining to hear, trying to detect what was to follow.
Naomi undid the restraints. Emily didn't move, held by the dark expectation of what was to come. Franz stroked her hips. "Turn over," he murmured. Wordlessly, the girl complied, laying on her back, eyes closed.
"Look at me." Franz hissed. "I want you to watch me take you -"
Emily's eyes snapped open, flashing wildly in the lamp light. The man was naked now. Behind the mask his eyes glittered and for an instant she thought she detected compassion, wildly at odds with the aggressive image of the leather helmet. Her back and buttocks screamed red hot, the pain and the heat suffusing her whole body. The glow of fear and anticipation had risen into a raging torrent. She knew her sex was wet, ready, throbbing with the need for satisfaction. She looked up at her seducer.
His body was stunning, slabs of beautifully sculpted muscle, a triangle of blond hair glistening in the centre of his chest. He was magnificent. She shivered as she looked further down. His great cock arched eagerly out toward her, and at the very end, through the foreskin, was a small ornate silver ring. She shuddered as he stepped closer. He caught hold of her under the knees and jerked her up towards him, pressing his mouth into her sex, eating her alive, biting and nipping at the raw excited flesh.
His teeth and tongue played with the silver ring that secured her sex lips, making her flinch and quiver by turns. As he lapped at her clitoris she started to sob with pleasure, writhing as he pressed on and on, driving her out towards oblivion. Something brushed against her thighs and she glanced down. To her astonishment Naomi Haroldson was crouching between the man's legs, servicing him with her mouth. Emily was so stunned that the breath caught in her throat.
Naomi Haroldson was worshipping the man with her body, giving him pleasure. She was another slave – another submissive. Emily gasped, riding the wild thread of pleasure out, out… She was so close to release that every part of her felt as if it was on fire. Her lover seemed to sense the approach of her orgasm and pulled away.
She gasped as he laid her back onto the plinth. "Please," she whispered, oblivious to the rule of silence. "Please -"
The man above her laughed. "Soon enough," he said softly, "soon enough."
Naomi slipped out from between his legs and clambered to her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. The atmosphere in the room was electric. The huge man pushed his finger gently into Emily's sex, catching hold of the ring that linked the lips of her sex. He teased the ring open. She held her breath, letting out a gasp of terror as he slipped the ring out through the delicate flesh.
"I don't think we need this," he said and threw it onto the floor. "Now watch me."
He lifted her up again, rubbing the head of his cock between the outer naked lips of her sex. She shuddered, her whole body cried out for him to take her while her mind was filled with terror that his great craning cock would split her open. His progress was unnervingly slow. He eased inside her a fraction at a time, the icy cold kiss of his cock ring marking his progress with a chilling caress. There was pain and pleasure, a dark feeling of tearing and heat as he breached her – and more compelling still, the aching need of her body. Suddenly he plunged home, driving his cock and the icy cold ring deep into her.
She screamed in fear while her rogue body instinctively lifted to meet his. She felt her body closing gratefully around his shaft, sucking him in, taking him deeper still. Suddenly she was moving with him, trying to suppress the pain and the terrifying tightness. She heard the sound of wild excited sobbing and was stunned to realise the voice was her own.
Naomi smiled down at her and then slowly climbed onto the plinth, straddling Emily's chest. The older woman held open the heavy lips of her own blonde fringed quim.
"Kiss me," she said thickly and lowered her sex onto Emily Lawrence's face.
The taste of the woman's excitement flooded Emily's mouth. She had no choice but to comply and was horrified to realise that she wanted to submit – to obey. She pressed a tentative kiss to the junction of Naomi's lips and breathed in the woman's erotic perfume. Naomi moaned, whispering words of pleasure and encouragement.
Emily began to lick, to kiss, while between her legs the man drove home and her desperate body matched him stroke for stroke, driving them both out towards the white hot lights of orgasm. Above her Naomi writhed and gasped, clutching at Emily's hair, her breasts, the thick collar she still wore around her neck. Suddenly Naomi began to snort, grinding her pelvis, dragging Emily's face closer and closer.
At the same instant Emily felt the man deep inside her begin to thrust madly, wildly, and she was swept away by a glittering, all engulfing sensation of such intensity that she thought she was going crazy -
The small crowd in the viewing room was silent as the girl began to buck and thrash, sucking every last drop of pleasure from Franz. At the height of his orgasm the blond giant dragged off his mask, threw back his head and gasped his way towards ecstasy. Naomi Haroldson was arched back, grinding and writhing.
Max realised he had been holding his breath as the threesome fought the last few steps of the way towards release. He let out a long shuddering breath as their climax finally crashed across their sweating bodies like a tidal wave. Finally, sated, they collapsed down onto each other.
George Haroldson touched Max's arm. The old man's eyes were alight as he held out a glass of champagne towards Max.
"Here, old chap, I think you might need this."
Max nodded dumbly.
George smiled. "Stunning, isn't she?"
Max nodded, wondering whether he meant Naomi or Emily. "You took the words right out of my mouth," he said, sipping the icy champagne.
Beyond the glass Naomi Haroldson was slithering down off the exhausted girl's torso. Slowly she crept around to between the girl's legs and began to tongue her gaping sex.
Emily snorted, trying to resist, wriggling. Franz clambered to his feet and grabbed Emily's thighs, holding her open for Naomi's attentions. Max guessed what was to follow, marvelling at Franz's stamina and powers of recuperation. Max had seen him in action before. It wouldn't take the great Nordic stud too long before he was ready for the next round.
They pulled the hapless girl onto her hands and knees, though she was so consumed by passion that Max suspected she barely knew what was happening to her. Franz and Naomi fastened her wrists, working wordlessly. When they had done Franz slipped something out from under the plinth – a dark shape that reminded Max of the floor show with the two girls in the main bar.
Naomi knelt in front of Franz and ran her tongue over the object – a large black double ended dildo, Naomi's particular favourite. She slithered gracefully under Emily, who still crouched on all fours, head hanging down. Franz slipped one end of the dildo into Naomi's compliant eager body with gentle hands, stroking it where it nestled into Naomi's body.