The Game (8 page)

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Appreciatively, she gazed at her surroundings. The interior courtyard was a place of beauty. From her position she inhaled the profusion of flowers and vines—hibiscus, bougainvillea, gardenias and a variety of other plants she had never seen before, bloomed and sweetened the air.

Only when the men turned a corner and disappeared behind a building did Chastity step out from her hiding place, pivot, and run smack-dab into Passion Flower.

“
Jesus
!” she cried out in surprise. “Where did you come from?”

The calm, unruffled woman smiled and said, “Slave Chastity, it is time for your lessons to begin.”

Shoulder to shoulder, Seth walked with Tor toward the main structure of the compound, an elaborate edifice formed by a series of rounded arches, a tall, vaulted roof and shingles that looked like slabs of gold. In the sunlight the roofing glistened, 41

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creating a halo effect of glowing amber. Several smaller replicas surrounded the huge building, emphasizing its grandeur.

As they stepped through an archway, Tor asked, “I trust that your experience in Zygoman has been pleasurable so far?” A knowing grin and a twinkle in the man’s eyes revealed he already knew the answer.

Zygoman was every man’s fantasy. Sex and more sex, as far as the eye could see. Couples and multiple partners engaging in various sexual acts actually littered the walkway. He counted four interludes in the garden alone. One in particular had caught his eye, two women at play. A voluminous blonde was diving into an equally luscious brunette’s thighs. As the brunette’s hips thrust, he watched with appreciation as the blonde’s heavy breasts swayed in rhythm. The globes begged to be fondled and sucked. The woman receiving the tonguing was in the throes of passion, twisting her own nipples, her back arched, screaming in ecstasy. As she moved faster, the blonde’s breasts jerked back and forth. It took a great deal of willpower not to join them. Yet he couldn’t imagine any sexual pleasures here that didn’t include Chastity.

“I’m enjoying myself very much,” Seth said, remembering the beauty that had thoroughly massaged his body. Paying special attention to his cock, her oily hands had slid up and down his length, massaging the sensitive tip until he couldn’t hold back, his seed spilling into her palms. Then the woman, slave Marcy, had slipped a finger into her mouth, closed her eyes and moaned, tasting his essence. The only problem was that the whole time she had stroked him, all he could think about was Chastity’s mouth on him instead.

“I’m especially good at mouth massages.” Desire had flashed in slave Marcy’s emerald eyes as she gazed up at him through feathered lashes. “If your slave does not satisfy you, Master Seth, I will be available for purchase at the slave auction.”

Tempting. But Chastity had always satisfied him, body and soul. For her, he had been willing to give up his bachelorhood, retire from a job he loved and focus on family and home.

A sting of regret pricked him.

Dreams lost.

A woman’s scream tore Seth out of his personal pity party. He tensed, scanning the multiple doors before him. Another scream. His adrenaline surged as he darted toward the third door on the left. A strong hand stopped him from bursting in.

“Master Seth, Terrance and Shawn are in lesson.”

Seth couldn’t believe the calm exterior of the man before him. He attempted to push pass the brawny Viking, but was held tight. “They’re hurting her.”

Tor smiled. “Yes, and she’s loving every minute of it. If you’ll remain calm, I’ll show you what I mean.”

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Slowly, Tor pushed open the door. Seth held his breath and peered into the room. A naked woman stood before Shawn, her palms on the man’s shoulders as Terrance struck her again with the leather side of a rounded paddle. She whimpered, her ass red-hot.

Then he flipped the paddle over and gently rubbed the side covered in fur over the tender area. “Does it feel good, slave Lydia?” he asked.

“Yes.” Her tone was breathless.

Terrance’s stilled his hand. “Yes, what?” he asked, displeasure obvious in his gravelly tone.

“Yes, Master,” she corrected.

Slowly his hand moved, making slow circles with the paddle on her buttocks. “You know you will be punished for your forgetfulness.”

“Yes, Master.” Her head was bowed, but Seth could see the smile that crept over her face. The woman was indeed enjoying herself.

“Kneel before Master Shawn.”

Her hands dropped from Shawn’s shoulders and she sunk to her knees, her face level with the man’s bulging groin.

“Release Master Shawn’s cock and take it into your mouth,” Terrance ordered. The woman quickly, eagerly, removed Shawn’s toga. Her eyes widened in appreciation as his erection sprang free. Without hesitation, she leaned forward, closing her lips around him. Her eyelids shut in peaceful bliss as she began to suckle. Shawn’s fingers threaded through her hair, holding her head still as he thrust his hips forward. He growled and plunged again.

The movement along her slender neck and her cheeks as she feasted upon Shawn’s dick made Seth’s harden. He wanted Chastity like this—down on her knees, at his mercy. His tongue traced a hungry path between his lips. When the woman’s hands grasped Shawn’s buttocks, Terrance swung the paddle, striking her hard on the ass. She choked as Shawn’s cock thrust deeper down her throat.

“You are not to touch Master Shawn. Place your hands behind you.” She did as Terrance ordered. He stepped behind her and tied a silk cloth around her wrists, binding her.

Seth sucked in a tense breath through clenched teeth.

He watched as Terrance shed his toga and then approached the woman. The man’s erection jutted out as he anointed himself with a white cream. Slowly Terrance drifted to his knees, his buttocks resting on his calves. Reaching from behind, his hands cupped her breasts and a moan of pleasure squeezed from her full mouth.

“I’m going to fuck your ass.” Caressing her waist, he lifted her up and penetrated her tight rosebud. Her cry of surprise was muffled. But judging by the thrust of the woman’s hips meeting his, she was having the time of her life. 43

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“Do not come until I give you permission,” Terrance grunted as he plunged faster, harder. Shawn matched his rhythm, pushing in and out of her mouth. Perspiration beaded the woman’s forehead, her expression almost painful as she strained to obey. How she did it, Seth would never understand.
Shit
! Even he was on the verge of release.

When the men roared in unison, their bodies spent, Seth thought the woman would pass out, she was quivering so badly. But she held steady, drinking from both men. Terrance and Shawn pulled out from her and stepped back. She shook violently with need.

“Do you wish to climax, slave Lydia?” asked Terrance.

“Yes, Master…please, Master.”

“Touch yourself.”

The woman slipped a finger into her pussy. Her hips frantically moved as her digit pushed in and out, her thumb pressed against her clit.

Seth watched, mesmerized, as she pleasured herself. Her heat, her excitement was enough to stir the blood of any man. Then the woman screamed, her body convulsing as she reached completion.

Stunned, Seth just stood there until Tor grasped him by the arm.

“Amazing, isn’t it? Servicing our customers is what I live for,” Tor chuckled. “God, I love my job.”

Seth was ushered through a hallway of exquisite art and marble flooring and into a room similar to a large den. A fire burned in the fireplace—an optical illusion, as he felt no heat and he knew the temperature was regulated on Zygoman. Tor motioned for Seth to sit in one of two chairs before the hearth, sitting in the remaining chair. Silence lingered for a moment between them until a slave entered and handed each of them a glass of Bordeaux. Quietly, she backed out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Tor gazed at the red liquid and then sat the drink down on an end table and shifted nervously in his chair. The anxious movement placed Seth on edge.
This can’t be good.

“Master Seth, I know that you came to Zygoman with an agenda. But Voyeur II has an agenda of its own, as well.”

Seth fingers tightened around the stem of his glass. Why hadn’t he had the foresight to ask Monty details? Seth loathed surprises and he felt a doozy was coming.

“Their goal is for slave Chastity to fail.”

Of course, Seth should have realized that when money was involved there would be a catch. Even for a friend, Monty, not to mention the network, would not willingly allow Chastity to walk off with one hundred million dollars.

“To ensure this is accomplished, Voyeur II has paid for the Ultima-Erotic Experience, including add-ons.”

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Why did it feel like Seth was waiting for the other shoe to drop? But he asked the question anyway. “Add-ons?”

“Just few small…uh…interesting things.” Tor added quickly, “Nothing that will actually harm her. There’s the slave auction. Of course, you have the right to purchase her, if you so choose.” The man’s Adam’s apple dipped nervously. “And, then there’s the four-way.”

“Four-way?”

“The four-way will require others to touch your slave similar to what you just saw.”

Aha, that little exhibition had been staged for his benefit. What was he supposed to say, yeah have a go at Chastity?

Seth stood and began to pace the room. “The contract states that she will not be physically harmed.” Heat rose in the room, kicking on the temperature regulators.

“Yes, that’s true. However, creatively, there is a lot that can be done to a person without physical harm.”

Chastity wouldn’t be cooperative. Hell would freeze over before she would surrender. Seth jerked to a halt.
Had
hell frozen over? It didn’t take a brain surgeon to see she didn’t want to be here.

“I’ll need your agreement that you will not interfere with the mandates of Voyeur II.”

“Monty’s a dead man,” Seth growled. He sat his wineglass down so hard the stem snapped in two. Wine splashed on the end table and the glass tumbled off and shattered across the floor.

Tor stood, picked up an identity screen, and held it out to him. When Seth made no attempt to give his consent, Tor added, “If you have concern for the woman, remember that if you don’t go through with this, Voyeur II will get someone else to. Slave Chastity seems determined to win the money, or clearly she wouldn’t be here.”

Okay, the inevitable twist the arm trick. Seth couldn’t leave Chastity with the unknown. It seemed ironic that he should be taking the position of her champion when what he wanted was revenge.

He placed a shaky hand on the screen. A florescent green line scrolled down the monitor. Then a multitude of information flashed across the screen in a blur. His head made several quick, jerky movements side-to-side as he attempted to read what he had signed.

“A copy of the agreement will be awaiting you in your room. Additionally, you are free to choose anything off our Register of Pleasures. You can view the list on the cinema-monitor. Any wish, any desire, can and will be fulfilled.”

Seth quietly turned and stared into the blazing fire. “Where is Chastity?”

“She’s in training.”

“Training!” Seth snapped his head in Tor’s direction. “Who’s conducting the training?” He tensed, not ready to hear the answer.

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“Terrance and Shawn.”

Seth sunk down into a chair. “Fuck.” His thumb and forefinger pinched the bridge of his nose.

Tor chuckled. “Not like what you just observed. At least not tonight.”

That last part tied Seth’s stomach into a knot.

“There are basic instructions she needs to know, to understand, in order to serve you better.” Tor leaned against the hearth. “In fact, your assistance is required tonight.”

“How?”

“On the first night of bondage, she must remain blindfolded for the entire night.”

“Why?”

“A blindfold will increase her vulnerability and the degree of surrender involved. Her auditory and sensory skills will become more acute. Listening to you move around the room, wondering what you’re doing, will drive her crazy. Let her listen to the distinct sounds of you undressing, preparing for the night. Allow her to touch but not see the articles you plan to use for your enjoyment. Let her caress your body so that she knows you’re naked.”

The picture Tor painted was making Seth’s balls ache with need. His cock lengthened, hardened. She’d go wild, but whether with anger or lust he didn’t know. Either way, she would be his to do with as he pleased. And it would please him to thrust deep inside her hot, wet pussy. To sample the nectar of her lips, ravish her breasts with his tongue. And when he was through he’d fuck her again. Enter her from behind so he could watch his erection slide in and out of her swollen heat and—

“I see that this interests you. Bind her and the stakes go higher. She will have to depend on you to see to her every need.”

“Chastity will never go for this.”

“Then she will fail and you can go back to Earth tomorrow. But I say you’re wrong. Something is driving her,” Tor paused. “And I don’t think she is here for excitement. She certainly isn’t weak.”

“Not weak, but damn hardheaded.”

Again, the man went quiet. His hand stroked a candlestick on the mantel. Unease slithered across Seth’s skin as he stood. “What? There’s more, isn’t there?”

“Tomorrow night she will again need to be blindfolded.” Tor paused.

“And?”

“Well…we…Terrance, Shawn and I will—”

“Wait just one damn minute.”

Palms outstretched, Tor took a step backwards. “Okay, okay, we need to at least give her the illusion that we are participating in the night’s activities. We’ll work with you, for now.”

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Some of the tension drained from Seth’s body. Then it returned, when Tor added,

“Allen, you need to loosen up. There are things out of your control. We can’t be fighting you every inch of the way. We didn’t sign up for that. This is a place of pleasure. Relax. Enjoy yourself. If you can dream it, it can be experienced. Now, would you like to see your slave-in-training?”