Part 12 (1/2)

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. f.u.c.k one or the other or both. Gentleman's choice. I'm h.o.r.n.y as h.e.l.l 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 cl.u.s.ter 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 v.u.l.v.a 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 a.s.s and c.u.n.t 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 c.u.n.t and started pumping into her. It hurt because it was still hypersensitive from her recent o.r.g.a.s.m, but her heart was hurting so much worse that she cared little about her body.

After a time, that c.o.c.k was replaced by another. And then someone reamed out her a.s.s with yet another c.o.c.k.

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 a.s.shole and c.u.n.t 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 a.s.s, pulled out, and made way so that another thick c.o.c.k could be rammed into her c.u.n.t.

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 grat.i.tude, 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 c.o.c.k gently and thoroughly until it was s.h.i.+ny 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 b.u.mp and wrinkle until his male equipment sparkled.

Then he turned and thrust his a.s.s 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.

This was less humiliating than being treated as the lady that she no longer was.

The other six men in the room looked at him in admiration. Grenfeld was a man who knew how to get proper service from a slave.

Sapphire and Flame stayed on their knees until the last man, Dodge, had left the room.

He glanced back and grinned at them. They had made him a happy man.