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He breathed slowly, through
his nose, and wondered when the torture would begin. Would he be
beaten? His ass was exposed. Would it be hot wax? Yes, he could
hear the hiss of a match! He tensed, but nothing fell on him.
Instead, he heard matches being lit further away from him. Maybe
the whole room was going to be lit by candles. Very romantic, but I
can’t tell, not with this blindfold on.

Then, something did touch
his back. He tried to figure out what it was. It wasn’t hot or
cool, and it just rested, right between his shoulder blades. And
then another something joined it, and he could feel more straps
going around him. And he was left alone again.

Jeeze, he thought, shifting
just a little bit. You’d think I was just a...

I’m a table, he realized.
He tied me up tight so I could stay here for a long time, and he
strapped things onto my back to keep them in place. I’m a table.
The realization sent a shiver through his body, and he resisted the
urge to fight the bondage. It’s OK, he tried to tell himself. It’s
OK. I can handle this. It’s not that bad. Maybe it’s just for a
little while. And in the darkness and silence, he waited for the
rest to show up.

He didn’t know that Sharon
was also being blindfolded and bound in the same room. But instead
of binding her to something, Chris just cuffed her hands loosely in
front of her. He positioned her a few feet away from Brian,
kneeling, and put a leash onto her collar, letting it trail between
her breasts.

This way, neither of
Grendel’s slaves saw the owners enter, dressed in loose robes and
carrying drinks. The cushions that Chris had arranged in front of
Brian were there for the owners’ comfort. They sank down on them
with accustomed ease, rearranging them for convenience. Their
drinks went onto the coasters thoughtfully secured on Brian’s
back.

Robert and Claudia came in
together, following Chris. As they were told, they bowed to Alex
and Grendel, and then went to the platform of mats made for them on
Alex’s low table. Chris had told them that there would be supplies
handy. Robert noted the presence of lubricant and condoms, and he
fought the continual blushing that had come over him when Claudia
slipped her hand in his and gave him a quick kiss outside the
door.

The room was mostly
shadowed, with light coming from flickering candles placed on
shelves and on the corners of equipment. Claudia was grateful that
it seemed that the owners could see her better than she could see
them. Thinking of this day, this time, had given her a sense of
romance and naughtiness at the same time. How terrible to make love
in front of people, like you were doing some kind of sex show! And
how wonderful to do it for the pleasure of a mistress, with someone
who is kind and loving, in a room designed for the most exotic
sensual encounters. She turned and kissed Robert again, full on the
mouth, surprising him.

In the shadows, Grendel
smiled. He reached over to his right and found Sharon’s leash, and
tugged. Carefully, he guided her to his lap, bending her head down
to his groin. Alex gave him a brief glance and drank some more. She
would wait until something interesting was happening in front of
them. She replaced her glass on Brian’s back and turned her
attention back to the two slaves.

It took Robert a moment to
respond, but when he realized that the time had come, he took
Claudia into his arms and kissed her back, passionately. She felt
good in his arms, small and strong, all curves and curls, smelling
of soap and flowers. He ran one gentle hand through her hair, and
then started running kisses over her throat and then across her
shoulders. She tried to do the same for him, but he was taller and
more insistent, and she relaxed in his arms and let him do as he
pleased.

“Very nice,” Grendel
muttered. Alex wasn’t sure if he was referring to what he was
watching or what he was feeling, and she smiled again.

Robert slid down to his
knees, sinking into the soft mats, and began to kiss and lick at
Claudia’s belly, moving his mouth down the way Alex had taught him.
Grendel pulled Sharon away from him and passed her leash to
Alexandra, who reeled her in. Watching Robert perform as he was
taught and feeling Sharon perform as she was taught was a nice
rush. Alex leaned back and spread her legs wider, so she was more
comfortable.

Robert was eager to please
Claudia. And she was more than eager to be pleased. He tasted her
arousal as soon as he dipped his mouth to the pink mound between
her legs, and they both moaned together. She pressed his head to
her, and he responded by doing what he did when Alex did the same.
He aimed for the places that she liked best and fastened onto them
with a steady, long washing of his tongue, pulling slightly with
his lips, and never with his teeth, until she squirmed and moved
her hips to meet him.

“Nice,” Alex sighed. And
then smiled broadly, because she wasn’t sure if it was what she was
watching or Sharon’s excellent services. She waited a few more
moments and then passed Sharon back to Gren. This was certainly the
right way to watch an erotic performance, even one as vanilla as
this.

Claudia and Robert ended up
lying down, Robert continuing to work between her legs. Her gasps
and moans provided the only soundtrack needed; Grendel and Alex
found themselves enjoying the visuals. For all their shyness when
they had arrived, the two “French maids” were certainly behaving
like a couple of horny kids on a hot date, with hands everywhere
and moans and sighs every minute. When Claudia pulled herself away
and turned to Robert and went down on him in one smooth motion,
taking a great deal of his fat cock into her little mouth, Alex
reached out and dragged Sharon off of Grendel and back to her.
Grendel chuckled and picked up his neglected drink.

It took a while for Robert
to realize that he had something he had to do. Trading oral
attentions with Claudia was something he could keep doing all
night, with or without an audience! But their eyes met, bleary with
pleasure and hunger, and she nodded. He reached for the rubber and
put it on himself. And despite the copious natural lubrication
which had made little wet spots all over the mats, he added more to
the head of his cock, and carefully lowered himself into place. He
rubbed the head against her lips, and up against the hood over her
clit, and she thrust her hips up to meet him over and over again.
Finally, she lifted one leg up behind his back, and put a hand
between them to guide him into her.

“Now!” she gasped, pushing
up toward him.

“Oh, yes!” he hissed back,
meeting her. It was easy and slow, and she cried out as she was
filled, a cry of pleasure and raw lust. He gasped at her intense
heat, the feeling of being inside, and his hips thrust all the way
down, pinning her and pressing into her, trapping her hand between
them, where her fingers touched her clit.

“Yes,” Alex sighed, leaning
back again. “Good girl.” She didn’t protest as Grendel pulled
Sharon back.

Oh yes,
Robert’s brain echoed over and over. So good! So
hot, so nice! Ah, Claudia, I love you, I’ll always love you... He
opened his eyes, kissed her, and fell into a slow, steady
thrusting, bringing his weight off of her, and easing back. When
she realized what he was doing, she shifted comfortably, so he
could put his arms underneath her. They rolled together, and while
they were on their side, she felt a familiar tremor growing, and
clasped her leg tighter around him.

“Do it, do it!” she begged,
not knowing what to say.

But Robert guessed, and he
pulled her closer to him, rocking faster and stronger. In no time,
she came, throwing her head back and banging her hips against him.
Her curls flew back and forth as her body shuddered, and he groaned
as he felt the contractions of her walls around him. But he stayed
hard, stayed even and strong, and as she gasped for breath and
started to recover, he twisted and pulled her along with him so
that she was now on top.

When she realized that she
was in control now, she braced herself on his chest and moved her
hips around, leaning forward. The pressure and the slow circles
drove Robert mad, and he clutched at the edges of the mats to keep
himself from grabbing her. When he felt that he could control it,
he lifted his hands and lightly, very lightly, brushed his fingers
across her nipples. She responded by sighing and grinding down into
him.

“Harder,” Alexandra softly
urged. She didn’t say it very loud, but Robert’s fingers closed
into little pincers, and he pinched Claudia’s nipples, making her
moan in pleasure. Alex smiled and reached one hand out. Grendel
sighed and passed Sharon back.

It didn’t take long for
Claudia to reach her second orgasm, and then her third followed
quickly. By that time, Robert was more than ready to come himself.
He knew he didn’t have to ask permission. His instructions were to
get Claudia off and do it well, and then to take care of himself.
When the tremors and contractions of her third orgasm subsided, he
concentrated on thrusting up at her, surprising her but making her
smile. When he couldn’t take it any more, he pulled her down to him
and hugged her body to his, cupping her ass cheeks as he shot his
load, holding onto her like the best lover he would ever have,
knowing that this would be a memory seared into him for life. His
hips thrust until every drop of come in him was gone, and when he
slipped out of her, they both exchanged sad, loving
glances.

“Excellently done,” Grendel
said softly. “Very good.”

Two weary thank-you-sirs
came from the two slaves lying on the table. Grendel stood and
re-belted his robe. “A very nice evening. See you tomorrow,
Alex.”

“Good night,” Alex said,
waving. She had already pushed Sharon away, and magically, Chris
was there to take her. “All right, you two, you’ve earned a reward.
Come on up with me.”

Two matching
smiles.

Chris waited until they
were gone to untie Sharon and remove her blindfold, and then he
went to unfasten Brian. They were both in tears, and Chris walked
them back to their room in silence.

They lay on their beds,
rubbing wrists and ankles and stretching and wiping their tears
away with harsh, jerky motions.

“I hate this,” Sharon said,
shivering. She wrapped her blanket around her body. “I hate not
being sent for and I hate being blindfolded and not knowing who the
hell I’m doing, and I hate the whole fucking system!”

“Well, how do you think I
feel?” Brian demanded. “At least you’re being fucked! You weren’t a
Goddamned table!”

“Is that what you were?”
she asked in amazement.

“Didn’t you notice? Oh,
yeah, you were blindfolded. Well, meet Brian, the human end-table.”
He spread his arms. “What did you end up doing?”

“I’m pretty sure that
Grendel and Alex passed me back and forth,” she admitted. “I think
it was them. It wasn’t Claudia for sure, and it wasn’t Robert, and
it didn’t smell like Jack, and there’s no other women here, so I
guess I’m right.”

“So? At least they used
you. I haven’t even seen Grendel’s cock, and Alexandra won’t even
touch me.” Brian lowered his head in a rush of self pity. “The only
guy who has ever treated me even halfway human is Chris, and he
can’t stand me. I can’t blame him, actually.”

“Now you sound like
Robert!” Sharon declared.

“No, really. I did
something to him, the first day we were here. And I guess he hasn’t
forgotten it.”

“Oh yeah? What didja do?”
Sharon sat up, wrapped in her blanket. Brian considered telling
her. Chris did say that some people knew, didn’t he? And that he
wasn’t sensitive about it? Be honest, Brian told himself. You’re
pissed off, and the little bastard isn’t helping. You might as well
get some kind of kick by blowing his cover.

“Chris... he’s not like a
regular guy,” he said cautiously.

“What do you mean? Is he
deformed or something?”

“I guess. Kind of. You see,
when I was in Grendel’s office for the first time, he told me to
suck Chris’s cock. And I said, sure, no problem, because I figured,
little guy, little cock, and I get to look good. So I was totally
surprised when Chris starts hauling this monster out of his pants.
And it was big, all right. But there was something a little wrong
with it....”

It wasn’t real.

It was beautiful, though.
Highly detailed and custom-formed, it even had wisps of black,
curly hair matted at the base, and the hint of balls underneath it.
The head was pleasingly plum shaped, and there was even a slight
circumcision scar behind it. The texture looked soft, but the heft
and curve looked solid enough for fucking. A connoisseur’s cock, to
be sure.

Brian had never seen a
dildo that obviously had such attention paid to its design. But
even as his mind registered that, he recoiled from it, words
spilling thoughtlessly from his mouth.

“It’s not
real!”

“And that’s when I knew I
fucked up, big time. I wanted to stuff those words right back down
my throat, but I said them, and they wouldn’t let me have another
chance. And that’s why I figure he hates me, and why Grendel won’t
even throw me a mercy fuck.”