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He took a deep breath, got out of the car, and caught up with the women as Merci struggled to fit her key into the lock.

Liv saw him coming first and frowned. “What are you doing here?”

The lock finally turned and the door swung open. Merci turned to look at Chris, a complex series of emotions flittering across her face: surprise, anger, embarrassment...

Chris stepped past Liv and took Merci into his arms. He was mildly repulsed by the dried cum in her hair, and yet, simultaneously strangely excited by it. He kissed her very tenderly. “I’m sorry about this weekend. We have a lot to talk about.”

Liv pressed past him. “Nobody wants you here! Why don’t you go home?”

Chris let go of Merci. “Actually I’m here to see you, Liv.”

She swallowed hard—her only sign of discomfort. “Well I don’t want to see you.”

Chris closed the door behind the three of them. “That’s strange,” he said to Merci. “I got the impression she wanted to see quite a lot of me when she ordered the film.”

“Film?” Merci asked. “What are you talking about?”

“Yes, Chris, what are you talking about?” Liv asked.

“Oh nothing much,” Chris said, “just the two hookers you sent over to play games with me after I let you tie me up in preparation for Merci’s arrival.”

“In preparation?” Liv sputtered, doing a very credible job of appearing both outraged and confused.

Merci also looked angry. “Hookers?”

“Liv came over saying you wanted to play Great White Hunter and the Jungle Queen. I even let her tie me up.”

“You’ll have to do better than that,” Liv said. “I was with Merci all night. We were getting laid by two young studs, remember Merci?”

Merci seemed confused.

“Oh Liv, you really aren’t as smart as you think you are. You took a picture, remember. It’s probably still on your phone.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a red undergarment. “You also left your bra.”

Liv’s eyes widened and she self consciously touched her breasts.

Merci’s confusion turned to suspicion. “What’s going on?”

Chris tried to embrace her again, but she held him off.

“She wants to break us up,” he told her. “Let’s leave it at that. Would you like to help pay her back?” He leaned close to her and whispered in her ear. “If my plan works, you may still get to keep us both. If it doesn’t, you should still have a lot of fun.”

Merci didn’t take the bait. “What makes you think I still want to keep you?”

“Yeah!” Liv agreed.

Chris shrugged. “Wishful thinking, I guess, but before you kick me out, wouldn’t you like to learn what really happened tonight?”

“She knows what happened,” Liv interrupted. “She got fucked by two studs while you played games with a couple of hookers!”

Liv’s interruption seemed to help Merci make a decision. “What do you have in mind?” she asked Chris.

“Did you and Liv watch the whole Jungle Queen video?”

Merci shook her head. “We started with the scene where the hunter is tied spread eagle.”

“So she hasn’t seen the first scene?”

Merci shook her head and then smiled. “Oh, I see.” She looked at Liv. “You’ll probably enjoy this—in the end.”

Liv kept her bluster. “What are you talking about?”

Merci turned back to Chris. “You’ll have to play the tribal chieftain. Keep her here and get naked while I change and get your prop.”

“What are you talking about?” Liv demanded.

Chris pulled his shirt off while Merci stalked off toward the bedroom.

Chapter Fifty One

Merci

Merci’s emotions were boiling as she slipped out of her dress and stood naked before her closet: anger, betrayal, love and desire. She felt totally mixed up, and despite already enjoying a night of complete abandon—completely turned on.

It was pretty obvious that Chris had cheated on her tonight, but thanks to Liv’s two friends, Merci was guilty of that as well. Was it such a stretch to imagine that Liv had set up both of them? If Chris was still willing to kiss her when she was stained with other men’s cum, didn’t that prove he was sorry and really in love?

She couldn’t sort it all out. She needed to know what Liv had really done, but her friend would never tell her under ordinary circumstances…

Merci searched through her closet and took out a brown jungle-style soft-leather halter and loincloth. When she had bought this outfit, she had been thinking only of Chris, but it would be quite appropriate for bringing some resolution to Liv’s manipulations as well.

She fingered the soft fabric, remembering what it felt like when it grazed against her clit and nipples. She badly needed a shower, but wasn’t certain that Liv would be that patient.

She stepped into the loincloth. It was held onto her hips with an unauthentic elastic string and hung loosely in front of her
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and over the crack of her ass. The halter was completely useless as a source of support. In fact, it served primarily to draw attention to her breasts while still purporting to cover them.

Appropriately garbed for the coming ceremony, Merci pulled the long leather strap off her hanger and rolled it up for Chris.

Then she walked into the living room.

Liv sat on the couch sulking. How much had she really had to do with creating this mess? How had Chris ended up with Liv’s bra?

Chris stood naked and flaccid, blocking the easiest path between Liv and the front door. It did not look as though Liv had been trying to leave, but was waiting instead to see what Merci had planned.

Merci crossed the room to Chris. She took his hands in hers and passed him the leather strap. Then she kissed him deeply on the mouth. By the time she finished, his limp dick had begun to show signs of life again.

“Are you ready, my Chieftain?” she asked him.

“Ready, my Queen.”

“Where is the accused?”

Chris indicated Liv on the couch. “She sits there, mighty Queen.”

Liv rolled her eyes in disgust.

Merci placed a wooden chair at one end of the room and sat on it like a throne. “Woman, you are accused of interfering in the love life of your queen. How do you plead?”

“Merci, keep your fantasies to yourself,” Liv told her.

“You have two choices,” Merci informed her, exhilarating in the power this game made her feel. “First, you can walk the path back to my heart. Come kneel before me, put your hands in mine and explain all of your deeds. You will find justice and compassion in my rulings.”

Liv’s lip turned up in a sneer. “You can’t be serious.”

“Or you can stand up and leave knowing that when the door closes behind you that will also be the end of our friendship. There will be no more calls, no more meetings and no more words between us.”

Liv stood up. “Nice try, Merci, but I know you better.” She started across the room toward the front of the house.

Merci watched her in silence.

At the front door, Liv hesitated. “You’re going to choose him over me?”

Merci was unmoved. In her heart of hearts she felt firm and right in her purpose. “The choice is yours—not his and not mine.”

Liv started to turn back to the door, but changed her mind and faced Merci again. “You don’t believe him! He’s lying to you.”

“Then explain it to me. If your words convince me then it is he who will kneel for my judgment.”

Liv took a moment considering that. Her mouth curled into a smile. Merci knew Liv had always been good with words and was certain Liv believed she could talk her way out of anything. She watched Liv saunter back into the room.

“Just kneel here?” Liv asked.

“None may come clothed before the queen.”

Liv favored Chris with her disgusted glance and began to remove her shirt. “Enjoy the sight while you can,” she told Chris, “because after Merci hears what I have to say it’s the last time you’ll see either of our bodies ever again.”

She slipped the khaki skirt to the floor and kicked it to the side, standing completely naked before Merci. She was much less the worse for wear than Merci was after their evening. In fact, Merci couldn’t see a single cum-stain on Liv’s body or in her hair. What had she been doing while Merci fucked both guys?

She extended her hands to Liv. “Kneel and lay your hands in mine.”

Liv got down on her knees between Merci’s legs and extended her hands in turn.

Merci reached forward and grabbed Liv’s wrists so she could keep a firmer grip on the woman. Smart as Liv was, she didn’t seem to have figured out what was about to happen.

“Explain yourself!” Merci commanded. “And let no falsehood pass your lips!”

It was absolutely amazing what a loincloth would do for a woman’s poise and self-confidence.

“Explain what?” Liv asked. “Chris is making everything up!”

Crack!

The strip of leather descended so quickly that Merci almost didn’t see it swipe through the air to strike Liv’s tiny white ass.

“Jesus Christ!” Liv swore. She twisted hard in Merci’s grip to get a better look at Chris and the long strip of leather, but Merci was ready for her and did not let Liv slip out of her grasp.

“What the hell are you doing?” Liv shouted.

“No one is permitted to speak falsehood while in the hands of the queen,” Chris stated.

“Falsehood? I’ll give you-”

“Speak to me!” Merci commanded.

Liv grudgingly turned back to face Merci. The movement repositioned her ass in front of Chris leaving her fully exposed to additional blows. She attempted to scoot her knees forward so she could sit back on her heels and cover her bottom, but Merci prevented this maneuver by placing her bare feet on Liv’s knees and pulling her forward through her grip on Liv’s wrists. The redhead’s ass remained high in the air, waiting for Chris’ next act of discipline.

“Merci.”

“Explain yourself!” Merci ordered her old friend.

“This isn’t very funny!” Liv retorted.

Crack! The leather strap tanned Liv’s bare ass cheeks again.

“Stop it!” she screeched.

“Explain yourself!” Merci repeated. “If you can prove the truth of your statements then my chieftain will take your place and you will wield the instrument of his correction.”

Liv thought about that for a moment, and then visibly forced herself to relax. “Okay, I can do that,” she said.

Liv twisted suddenly to look over her shoulder at Chris. He stood ready, penis visibly swelling in front of him. Evidently, he liked whipping Liv.

Liv turned back and stared Merci right in the eye. “My Queen,” she said. “I have been maligned.”

She winced in anticipation, but the strap did not descend upon her.

“Continue,” Merci said.

“I have been a good friend to you,” Liv continued.

Again she paused and seemed to draw confidence from the fact that once again Chris had not spanked her.

“I would never betray you!”

Crack!

Liv shot forward as the strap bit into her flesh.

Merci forced her back into position again.

“I haven’t betrayed you!” Liv shouted.

Crack!

Angry tears were welling in Liv’s eyes. “Would you stop doing that?” she shouted.

“Hold, my Chieftain,” Merci commanded. Then to Liv she said. “Did you not try to come between my chieftain and me?”

“No!” Liv shouted.

Chris swung the strap again.

“No!” Liv yelled even louder this time.

Chris hit her yet again. His cock stood very straight now and Merci’s own pussy was wet.

“He’s no good for you!” Liv shouted.

Now, at last, they were getting somewhere. Merci wondered if Liv was breaking or just trying another tactic.

“And so you acted in my name to break us apart.”

“No!”

Crack!

Merci could see red lines across the tops of Liv’s ass cheeks. Chris was really hitting her hard and it excited Merci. Her juices were beginning to leak from between her lips and dampen the loin cloth beneath her.

“Explain the bra!”

“He stole it!”

Crack!

“No!”

“He stole it!”

Crack!

This was getting them nowhere. “Chieftain, bring me her phone. You said she took a picture?”

Chris walked across the room, found the phone and brought it to Merci.

She did not take it, but kept her grip on Liv’s wrists. “Is the picture there?”

Chris punched a few buttons and turned the phone to show it to Merci. He looked so hot and so hard in the picture. His raging dick was slick with what must be Liv’s juices. His arms and legs strained mightily at his bonds.

“Oh Sister,” Merci muttered, “how could you do so good and so bad all at once?”

“Merci?”

“I would have loved to ride him with you.” Merci shook her head. A tear of her own formed in her eye. Likely that dream was through.

With a serious effort of will she resumed her role as the Jungle Queen. “Do you wish to be forgiven, or are you proud of your crime?”

“Merci?”

“Answer me!”

“I don’t want to lose you, Merci.”

Merci honestly didn’t know if that bode good or ill for her future. “Then accept my judgment or be cast out!”

Liv didn’t answer so Merci continued. “First you will take three more strokes of the strap.”

“What?”

“Second, you will suck my pussy in an act of conciliation while my chieftain fucks you from behind. If he comes before I do I will have him whip you and fuck you again until your forked tongue gets it right.”

Liv looked too aghast at Merci’s words to interrupt them.

“Finally, you will clean his soiled cock with your tongue and make him hard again to fuck me properly. Then you will lick us both where our bodies join until we both come.”

Merci was so turned on now that she thought she could come just by squeezing her thighs together. It was a shame. She loved the sound of that strap on Liv’s bare ass. But then again, if this worked out and they all three stayed together, Liv would undoubtedly do something that merited her being spanked again.