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Duncan also walked over to kneel at her head. Taking her injured left hand in his own, he sighed. “Gods, Carmen. I’m so sorry. It’s a wonder you didn’t kill me the moment I brought the outfit for you to wear.” He laid his head in her lap. “I’m also glad your dad doesn’t know. Him and his team looked ready to tear me to pieces the moment I brought out the stuff for them.”

             
Tears formed in her eyes, dripping slowly down her face. “Stop guys. If you keep talking to me like this, I’ll start bawling.”  Gritting her teeth, she tried to move her fingers on her left hand, welcoming the pain shooting through her hand. “I’m the one who should apologize. I don’t normally go berzerk, but when you mentioned the bastard’s name, I wanted to go find him and, well... let’s just say I don’t think they’d have enough of him left to put into an ashtray.”

             
Carmen sat up and set the ice pack off to one side before running a hand through Duncan’s hair. “As for you, sweetie. This was something which had to be done. If you had brought a collar for me to wear, I would have gone ballistic, but you didn’t. As for this.” She held up her hand. “There was no fucking way I was going to do what she asked to prove you were part of my crew. I don’t enjoy causing pain or humiliating people unless they seriously piss me off.”  She looked up at Sean. “And Yasmeen has just seriously pissed me off.”

             
They both looked at her with identical expressions and, as if in a coordinated maneuver, leaned forward.  Each intent on claiming her lips in a sensual kiss. As it happened, she leaned forward at the same moment, smacking her head against theirs in the process. The three of them glanced at each other, and burst out laughing.

             
“You know, this is something most women would lust over in a heartbeat.” Carmen spoke up after getting control of her giggles.

             
Grinning, Sean beat Duncan to the punch. “How so?”

             
“I’m stuck in the most expensive room in a fabulous hotel in Vegas with two of the sexiest men alive.”  Quickly, Carmen leaned forward to give each of them a lightning quick kiss on the lips. “Now don’t go telling anyone my little secret.  But I find you two very sexy.  However, my job comes first, which means trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.”

             
Her words brought a smile to both their faces. “There’s nothing in the rule books which says we can’t flirt with you, Carmen.” Duncan grinned impishly. “And just because I’m a big pussy doesn’t mean I can’t flirt in feline form.”

             
She blipped him on the nose with a finger and smiled. “Only if I’m not distracted by work, Okay?”

Sean wrapped his arms around her. “Yeah, Duncan, I hired her. Until we get this whole thing settled, we can flirt when she’s not watching. Maybe we can surprise her into doing another illusion with us?”

              A soft light invaded the room, followed by a softly sensual mental voice, “
Perhaps I can be of some assistance.”

Chapter Eight

              Three stunned heads turned to see a beautiful woman dressed like an ancient Egyptian noble.  She stepped forward and smiled.
It’s not often I get three pairs of stunned expressions at once anymore.

             
Carmen recovered first. “I’m sorry.” She rubbed her bruised face. “Maybe Duncan here hit me hard enough and I’m hallucinating.  You just poofed in here on a ray of light, right? I hate to ask the infamously obvious question, but... Who are you?”

             
“You have every right, Carmen Marshall, to question those who could possibly harm these two handsome men. To answer your questions, yes, the light was my way of entering the mortal world from the Afterlife.  No, you’re not hallucinating and for the last one, I am Isis.”
She smiled ironically at all three of them. “
There is a great uproar with my family about what is happening with Bast and they’ve sent me to help.”

             
Duncan scooted closer to Carmen. “Bast? The cat goddess? Yasmeen uses her symbol as a brand on her property.”  He held up the ruined wreck of Carmen’s hand.

             
Sean nodded in agreement. “Prince Ahmed’s sister is a deviant and thinks of herself as all powerful. Anything she wants, she merely has to speak and one of her slaves, or the Prince himself goes running to find it.” He grimaced, “Or acquire it by any means possible.”

             
“Indeed.  Let me explain what happened so you will understand what’s going on. I’m not going to be the all mighty and powerful goddess right now.”
Isis waved her hand, erasing all the blood from the sheets and conjuring up several chairs. Sitting down, she wriggled until she was comfortable. “
Many years ago, the man you know as Prince Ahmed became interested in the ancient Egyptian Pantheon.  We believe his aim was to indulge in some of his sick and twisted fantasies and use us to justify his actions. Amongst his gleanings of ancient texts, he found a spell which had been designed to capture and contain one of us.”
She made a disgusted sound. “
It had been in place just in case one of the mischief makers got into trouble and wouldn’t back down.”

             
“Let me guess. You guys forgot it was on the books until Ahmed enacted it?” Carmen arched an eyebrow in query.

             
Isis held up a finger.
“Bingo. We didn’t know what happened until Bast suddenly didn’t show up
at her usual spots anymore.  Sometimes she takes a sabbatical and goes wandering, but she alway comes back. This is why we have been so late in getting to her rescue. You see, the spell has been modified.  Not
only does the spell contain the person in question, it also removes their ability to resist commands. The woman you know as Mistress Yasmeen is, in fact, Bast. Ahmed had the spell shifted so it took physical form.”

             
Duncan blinked. “A collar perhaps? Something with a cat head on it?”

             
“Is there any way for her
to communicate with
people to let them call for help?” Sean leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, an intent look on his face.

             
Isis grinned. “
How do you think we finally figured out what was going on? The little fiasco with the hieroglyphs in your dressing room were designed to attract our attention. She actually sent your manager in there.  One of the items carried
a
message on it.  When he spoke the words he was commanded to, it showed up on the walls.”

             
“Thanks for the information.  I’ve been trying to find someone to translate the mess.” Carmen sighed in relief, then leaned back in her chair. “The next is, how do we break this spell and get everyone back on an even keel without messing up too many lives?”

             
The goddess gave an eloquent shrug. “
To break the spell itself is easy enough. Simply remove the physical manifestation. It will disappear.  As to the rest, once it’s broken, everything else will be gone as well.”

             
“Meaning?” Sean tilted his head slightly.

             
“Meaning everyone who has been under her influence will be returned to normal. They will be released from their current sexual thrall to resume their normal lives once again. Of course, this will lead to some extremely embarrassing situations.”

             
Carmen cut her off. “And a lot of traumatic ones if the person was taken unwillingly, Isis.”

             
She laid a hand on Sean’s shoulder, who stood and turned, showing his back to the goddess. While it was healing at a phenomenal rate, it still looked bloody and messy. “Take a good hard look at Sean’s back. If Ahmed is willing to do this to a full grown man, or have it ordered done for his amusement, think about what it would be like for an innocent man or woman... or a sexually shy person?  Imagine
someone’s little girl or boy waking up in the middle of some sick and painful BDSM scenario?  Isis, he buys humans and doesn’t give a damn if they’re willing or not.  I can only imagine what he did to Bast the first time he realized she was under his control.”

             
For a moment, Isis looked extremely stunned, then a rage began a slow build in her eyes as the impact of Carmen's words hit home.

             
Sean turned to look the woman in the eyes, “If you want to save your family, Isis, you have to save the ones who will suffer most if you just leave them the way they are. Sometimes it’s not just about one person, someone you care for, it’s about everyone who is involved with the whole mess.”  He shrugged and winced, “It’s a package deal. I’ve got a way to break the spell, but I’m not going to do it unless I have your word you’ll be helping everyone involved, not just those here and now.”

             
Duncan laughed. “You’re going to get her on stage, aren’t you? Put her in an illusion where things go poof?” He fell backwards laughing. “Oh... Oh can I nibble her toes? Can I?” His hands and feet went into the air as he laughed some more. “Or maybe I can hike a leg on Ahmed’s pants.”

             
Carmen popped him on the back of the head. “You’re incorrigible, Duncan. But I think I have a way to get back at Ahmed. I just need to make a few phone calls. But don’t do it during tonight’s performance. I need time to set it up.  How long are we staying in Vegas?”

             
“About five more days.”

             
“How about we give the audience something to remember during your final performance?” Carmen
he grinned evilly. “Tongues will already be wagging about Sheik Hamadi arriving with one of his lovely wives.” She glanced meaningfully at Isis. “Why not go all out and have Prince Ahmed and Mistress Yasmeen there as well?”

             
All three of them looked at her and smiled.

             
“Oh, I
like
the way you think.”
Isis laughed. “
Yes, you have my word we will deal with everyone involved with this mess.  Now, I think, it is time
to take my leave. The three of you in one room look yummy enough for me to molest all on my own.”
She sent a private mental message for Carmen alone. 
“My dear, you take these two and hold them close to your heart. They are special and, I sense, you know this too. So take a goddess’s advice, ravish them as soon as possible and love them til the end of time. I know I would if I were in your shoes.”

             
Heat crept up Carmen’s face as she nodded slightly at the mental advice. “Uh, Isis? Can you do something about Sean’s back? We’re going to have a hard enough time explaining the claw marks and mess in the penthouse without having
The Rogue
bleed all over his costumes on stage.”

             
“I think I can fix both the room and this handsome man’s back all in the same sweep of my hand.”
Isis grinned impishly and made a couple gestures.

             
The rooms instantly returned to their pristine state and, judging from the stunned expression on the faces of both men, their hurts and wounds were being healed. A pleasant tingling sensation began in Carmen’s left hand, forcing her to take off the bandages and gaze with amazement as the burnt flesh slowly regained its healthy color.  The only thing remaining was the imprint of the cat’s head. However, instead of the image Yasmeen used, a detailed image of the cat goddess in solid black lines.

             
“You are all healed as far as my powers allow me to. Now, I must leave if I am to insert myself into Sheik Hamadi’s harem.  In the meantime, remember this. 
Isis smiled at all three of them.
The tripod is the strongest feature in this life and the next. My suggestion would be to cement this aspect before you three wade into the coming fray.”
Isis poofed into a shower of golden dust.

             
Carmen stood up and stretched. “How big did you say the bathtub was?” Shelooked at both men.

             
A devious smile lit Sean’s face. “Big enough for a small party to splash away and not get the floor wet.”

             
He stood up and the two of them held their hands out to Duncan.

             
Laughing, Duncan took their hands, hauling himself to his feet. “Let’s make the most of it.  Afterwards, then we can actually give the bad guys their comeuppance.  Right now, I just feel like molesting Carmen and making her scream.”

             
Laughing, they ran for the bathroom and the cavernous tub, leaving numerous clothing items in their wake.

             
Twenty minutes later, they were all neck deep in a huge, dark blue, Turkish bathtub filled with hot water. Feeling suddenly shy, Carmen sank down into the relaxing heat until it lapped her chin. “I hate to say this, you two, but I’ve never actually done a threesome before.”

             
The two men looked at each other and then back at her. “But, you’re not a virgin, right?”

             
Glaring at Duncan, Carmen grunted. “No, I’m not a damned virgin. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to do what I did back in San Fran. It’s just men don’t want to have sex with a woman who looks like a sewing machine went psycho on her skin.” She smiled slightly. “You two are only a few of a group of people who have looked at me without wincing and giving me the ‘Oh You Poor Woman’ look”

             
Duncan scooted over to her and lowered his head to kiss her bare shoulder, using his tongue to trace the claw scars on her shoulder. “Sean and I have a unique ability to see beyond the skin to the real person underneath.”

             
Sean floated over to her other side and nibbled onto her ear. “And what we see is very attractive. Someone we want to spend time with.”  He lowered his head to nip on the side of her neck. “Worship every inch of your body.” He turned her face to his and whispered against her lips. “To spend every day and night making you moan in sexual abandon.”

             
Overloaded with the dual assault, Carmen claimed those soft lips in a frenzy of lust while her hands sought out the rock hard cocks she knew were under the hot water. While her tongue explored Sean’s mouth, tasting and caressing, her hands moved slowly to stroke the shafts, causing them both to moan.  Soon she fell into a chasm of pleasure where she couldn’t tell whose hands were doing what or which mouth was teasing her nipples, or nibbling on her lips. When she did fight her way back to sanity for one moment, she grinned wickedly and straddled Sean. “This time, there aren’t any conductors to sneak up on us with flashlights or trains moving at the wrong time.”  Slowly she sank down on him, burying his massive cock inside her for the first time.

             
Arching his hips, Sean growled deep in his throat while Duncan kissed a burning path up her spine. Both of them began kissing and licking her scars, worshiping them as if they were beauty marks
instead of what they truly were. Sean slowly ran his fingernails up her back, causing her to arch backwards into Duncan’s waiting arms. Shifting his hands slightly, he brought them up and over her shoulders and down to gently pinch and pull at the pebble hard nipples.

             
Awash in the pleasure of the moment, she didn’t notice the look the two shared over her shoulder.  Slowly, Duncan moved forward in the heated water, to cover her back with his own.  Had she opened her eyes, she would have seen the transformation of their faces and the sharpness of Sean’s teeth as his face contorted to accommodate the elongated canines.  Both men reached down to spread the cheeks of her ass, caressing and fondling as they went, allowing Duncan to step closer.  Bending forward, Duncan pinned Carmen against Sean and began to purr deeply against her skin, licking and nipping.

             
Carmen had no chance to wonder what they were up to when they bit down, one on each shoulder. At the same time, Duncan gently thrust forward, entering her from behind while Sean reached down to pinch her clit to enhance her pleasure. The pain and pleasure threshold burst like a dam in her mind, leaving her awash in the ecstasy of having two men inside her at the same time.