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  Pushing his chair back from the table, he replied, “I can handle that. Beth, you see to Mac and Sam while I take care of Ella.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Beth complied eagerly, sliding off her husband’s lap.

  “Ella, go to Dave and do what he says,” Sam instructed, nudging her up.

  Ella’s heart beat triple time as she approached Dave. She avoided looking at Mac and Sam, not wanting to see what they were doing with Beth. She was so excited her thong was wet and clinging to her, but her trepidation and envy were at odds with her excitement. Her emotions were so jumbled she didn’t know exactly what she was feeling.

  Patting his lap, Dave instructed, “Bend over, Ella. We’ll start with my hand and go from there.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Ella found herself replying easily to his demand as she lowered herself over his hard thighs, her head nearly to the floor, her breasts hanging down, her ass pushed high. Dave lifted her dress to her waist and stripped her of her thong before his hand came to rest on her right buttock.

  “You have a lovely ass, Ella. No wonder my friends enjoy punishing you so much. Your skin is so pale, like your lovely hair. It ought to redden easily.”

  Ella didn’t know what to say to that. She was getting turned on more by the minute, feeling both vulnerable and excited by having a stranger rubbing her naked ass, preparing to spank her. The sight of Beth being held by Mac while Sam knelt between her spread legs, his mouth licking her cunt, added to her excitement. Her jealousy was gone, replaced by lustful anticipation.

  Dave ran his hand over her backside and then dipped between her thighs, his fingers spearing her pussy. “Is it the sight of Beth with Mac and Sam that has you so wet, or your current position?”

  “Both, Sir,” Ella admitted, glad he couldn’t see how that admission embarrassed her.

  “Well, you’re here to be punished, not pleasured, so maybe we better get on with it. I want you to watch them while I’m spanking you, understand?”

  Ella didn’t have time to answer before his hand descended on her right cheek, causing her to cry out. He wasn’t wasting any time as he smacked her ass repeatedly, hard measured blows meant to cause pain and discomfort. Grabbing the chair legs, she braced herself for the next swat, gasped, then lifted eagerly for more. She must be depraved, she thought, as she wept in pain and mortification over the pleasure she experienced from that pain. The sight of Sam and Mac stripping, of Beth kneeling between them, taking their large, hard cocks in her mouth and hands, only fueled her desire, sending her senses reeling out of control.

  Her buttocks were on fire, swollen, burning, leaving her shaking with the effort to keep from coming. She wanted to make Sam and Mac proud of her, show them she could handle whatever they dished out, even if it was the last thing she wanted to do. Her eyes locked on theirs, theirs on her ass, as the three of them strived towards some semblance of control. Tears of pain and frustration tracked down her face and onto the carpet as Dave continued to smack her, covering her entire backside and her thighs. Her only consolation was that his hand had to be hurting as much as her ass.

  It took her a moment after he stopped for it to register. Mac and Sam were groaning, their hands clenched in Beth’s hair and on her breasts as she sucked voraciously on first one and then the other’s cock, her hands busy on their balls.

  “Stand up, Ella,” Dave ordered, his breathing harsh. By the feel of the bulge under her, she knew just how affected he was by either her spanking or his wife’s talent at sucking cock.

  Ella rose shakily to her feet, her face tear streaked and red, her hair a tangled mess. Dave smiled reassuringly at her as he rose, kissing her lightly on the lips. “Now, strip, while I fetch the strap, and we move to phase two of your punishment.”

  Ella cringed at the thought of more to come but did as instructed. Dropping her dress, she stepped out of it and her thong and her sandals all at once. Dave returned carrying a long, wide leather strap. Taking her hand, he led her a few feet back until he had her positioned under a chain dangling from the ceiling with two cuffs attached. Raising her hands above her head, he attached the cuffs.

  “Are they too tight?” he asked.

  Her arms were stretched tautly, but her feet were still flat so she wasn’t uncomfortable. “No, Sir.”

  “Good.” Setting down the strap, he retrieved something from a small table. Turning back to her, he bent and sucked her right nipple hard, his hand kneading her flesh, causing her to moan and arch into him. Lifting his head, he chuckled. “I don’t think so, honey.” Grasping her pointed nipple, he quickly attached a small gold loop, tightening it so she cried out. “Relax, it’ll ease in a minute.” He then suckled her other nipple before attaching the matching loop, leaving a chain dangling between the two.

  He was right, the pain quickly ebbed, leaving her nipples pulsing in numbness. Dave then instructed her to spread her legs wide before he attached cuffs that were anchored in the floor to her ankles, keeping her spread. Between her legs he set a small stool with a feather attached straight up. The feather rested just inside her spread cunt; and, every time she shifted her hips, it brushed softly against her clitoris.

  Ella groaned at the torment, her senses already on edge, her pussy wet, her clit engorged to the point of pain with the need to come. The stimulation was just enough to keep her right on that edge, but not enough to send her over.

  “You don’t like my little device, I can tell,” Dave smirked as he retrieved the leather strap. “I’m going to whip you ten times with this, and then I’m going to join my wife and friends for some fun. If you behave, I’ll see if I can talk Mac and Sam into letting you come when we’re through.”

  Ella wanted an orgasm more than she wanted anything right then, so she kept her mouth shut on the automatic sarcastic retort that was begging to be said.

  “Watch them, Ella,” Dave said as he moved behind her and laid on the first stroke.

  Ella cried out, the sting making her jerk, causing the feather to rub enticingly. Pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure rocked her to and fro with each stroke of the leather. Her cries and the snap of the leather on her flesh were loud in the room. Mac and Sam watched her, their eyes hot with lust as she writhed in her bound torment. On the seventh stroke, Mac shot his come down Beth’s throat while Sam erupted on her chest and face, both of them laving her with their sperm. Ella watched them rub their come into Beth’s breasts and around her mouth as Beth continued to use her mouth, tongue, and hands on their cocks and balls.

  Ella shuddered and hung limply in her restraints, her body coated in a fine sheen of perspiration, her buttocks burning from their abuse, her nipples numb from the clamps, and her pussy aching with unfulfilled need. She hadn’t come; she had watched her lover’s come with another woman; and, still, she was content, happy with her circumstances, grateful to share this experience with them.

  Dave ignored her as he stripped and went to join the others. With a flick of a knob, the back of the large couch folded down, making a comfortable bed for the four of them. For the next hour, Ella was made to watch, bound and tormented by the feather and the erotic display of the four writhing bodies in front of her.

  Dave, Mac, and Sam brought Beth to orgasm after orgasm, their hands and mouths feasting on her small, delectable body. Her cries echoed loudly, and Ella envied her release, the pleasure she felt in taking their hard cocks into every orifice and being surrounded by their hard bodies. Jealousy reared its ugly head again when they came together, Mac in Beth’s ass, Sam in her cunt, and Dave in her mouth. They filled her with pleasure and their come, leaving Ella feeling empty, not only physically but emotionally.

  Mac finally looked over at her and then said something softly to Sam. The two of them rose from the makeshift bed and walked to her. Sam kissed her lightly followed by Mac, and she instantly felt better. Which, she knew, made her pathetic, but she couldn’t seem to care about that right at the moment.

  “You’ve taken your punishment better than we could have eve
r hoped, Ella. So well, we think you deserve a reward,” Sam said.

  “Make me come,” she pleaded, her pride deserting her in the face of her need.

  “We’re tired, but Beth wants you, don’t you, Beth?” Mac called over his shoulder.

  Beth smiled at Dave. “Can I?” she asked hopefully.

  “Of course, pet. As long as we can watch.” Dave smiled fondly at his wife as she scooted off the couch.

  Mac and Sam patted her on her buttocks as they headed towards the bar with Dave. Beth wasn’t shy as she wrapped her arms around Ella and rubbed their naked bodies together. “Mmm, you’re so soft. You feel so good,” she whispered.

  “So do you,” Ella admitted, surprised at how turned on she was at the feel of Beth’s body against hers. Melanie was the only woman she had ever been with, and she had never pictured herself with another woman.

  Beth’s hands cradled Ella’s face. “Kiss me,” she demanded.

  Beth’s lips latched onto hers, soft and demanding, her tongue wet and invasive as they clung together. Ella moaned, eagerly kissing Beth back, their soft lips eating at each other until they were both gasping for air. Beth pulled away and moved down her neck, her fingers toying with Ella’s clamped nipples.

  “I bet you’re ready for these to come off, aren’t you?”

  “Oh, yes, please,” Ella begged.

  Beth loosened the clamps, and Ella cried out as the blood rushed to her deprived nipples. The pain quickly turned to pleasure, however, as Beth latched on to first one then the other, sucking them lightly while kneading her breasts just the way Ella liked.

  “Better?” Beth mumbled as she continued to lick and suck her aching tips.

  “Oh, much,” Ella panted, pushing her chest further into Beth’s mouth. The men had casually poured themselves a drink, righted the couch, and were watching them with avid interest, adding to Ella’s pleasure. Her fantasy of having an audience was everything she had hoped it would be.

  Beth slowly kissed her way down Ella’s stomach until she was kneeling between her spread thighs, her face level with her seeping cunt. Shoving the table and its tormenting feather away, she wasted no time latching onto that tempting, saturated flesh. Using her thumbs, she spread her labia, revealing the pink, moist walls of her pussy and the swollen, aching nub that begged for her attention.

  Ella threw her head back, whimpering, as Beth sucked her clit and fingered her tight sheath. Her hips thrust against her mouth, and she could only imagine the lewd show she was putting on for the three men as she swayed in her restraints, her hips grinding against Beth’s face. She came quickly once, then again, crying out as the spasms seemed to go on endlessly, encompassing her entire body and leaving her quaking in sated relief.

  Before she knew it, Mac and Sam were there, fully clothed, releasing her from the cuffs. Sam rubbed her shoulders as he lowered her arms while Mac ran his palm lightly over her still aching, sore buttocks. Ella was oblivious as they slipped her dress over her head, bid farewell to their hosts, and helped her to the car.

  Ella was disappointed when she awoke alone the next morning. Hugging her pillow to her, she lay there reminiscing about the previous evening. The guys were tender and solicitous the rest of the night. They had pampered her with a hot sudsy bath followed by a full body massage that had led to a slow, languid orgasm. She had thought she was too spent to come again, but her body couldn’t hold out against four coaxing hands and two very talented mouths. She had been surprised when they slid into bed with her and did nothing more than instruct her to go to sleep. Tired as she was, she would not have minded fucking them, but now, as she stretched and felt just how sore she was, she was glad they had refrained. She fell back asleep, wondering what her boys had in store for her next. The telephone’s insistent ringing roused her several hours later.

  “Hello,” she answered sleepily.

  “I woke you! I’m sorry, Ella.”

  “Mel!” Instantly awake, Ella quickly sat up in bed. She didn’t realize how badly she needed to talk to her until she heard her voice. “Don’t be sorry, I need to get up anyway. How’s it going?”

  “I guess you heard they found another girl.” Mel’s tone was discouraged.

  “Yeah. Mac and Sam were really pissed. They can’t seem to get a lead on this guy.”

  “I know, and I realize how lucky I am to have survived, but this enforced solitude is starting to get to me. I don’t suppose the detectives tell you anything much about the case.”

  Though Ella had confided in Melanie about her relationship with the two detectives, no one knew of their plans to initiate her at The Loft in order to draw this guy out. “No, only what you read in the papers. When we’re together, which isn’t much, we don’t do a lot of talking, if you know what I mean,” she answered dryly.

  Melanie chuckled, knowing exactly what she meant. “So, tell me, what’s it like screwing the two of them at once. As good as you’d always fantasized?”

  “Better, Mel. You know how people always say that fantasies are better left unfulfilled because reality isn’t as good? Well, they’re wrong. At least, when it comes to Mac and Sam.”

  “Ooh, quick, give me details.”

  Ella did, relaying all the events of the previous evening. When she got through, Melanie expressed a lot of interest in her encounter with Beth.

  “You better not let Mandy hear you,” Ella teased her. “You know how jealous she gets.”

  There was a long pause before Melanie said quietly, “Yeah, don’t I know.”

  “Uh oh, what’s up?”

  “Just the same old routine. I phoned her last night and all she could do was gripe because I had waited so long to get in touch and spent the few minutes we had demanding to know if I had been in touch with you. I brushed her off, not wanting to get into anything.”

  Ella felt bad, as always, when it came to Mandy’s jealousy. If she didn’t ease up soon, Mandy was going to lose Melanie, and Ella would really feel awful about that because she knew Melanie really did care for Mandy. But, like her, Melanie wouldn’t let anything or anyone come between them or ruin their friendship.

  “Hopefully, when this is all over, you two can work this out. Everyone’s under a lot of pressure over your assault, and we just want you home and safe.”

  “Me too,” Melanie sighed. “I have to go. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to call again. One question first.”

  “Sure.”

  “Just how deep into this relationship with the detectives are you?”

  Detecting the worry in her friend’s voice, she answered honestly. “Too deep for my own good, Mel. I know it won’t, can’t lead to anything more than fulfilling a few fantasies, but that doesn’t keep me from wanting more.”

  “I’m here if you need me, you know that. It sounds like we both might need a night of drowning our sorrows in Margaritas by the time we get through this.”

  “You’re on. Take care, Mel,” she said, thinking of all the times in the past twelve years they had used that remedy when one or both of them was bummed out over a relationship gone sour.

  Chapter Twelve

  Two weeks later, Ella was nervously preparing for her first visit to The Loft. Mac and Sam had finally claimed she was as ready as she would ever be; and, quite frankly, they couldn’t afford to wait any longer. The threat of this guy striking again soon was all too real, and no one was willing to add another victim to his list. Working around their work schedules, one or both of them would spend time with Ella each day, trying to make her more comfortable and accepting of her role. Both feared she didn’t comprehend what she was getting into, but the lust in their eyes when they talked of what would happen that night and later told her they wanted this as much as she did. On her nights off, they had continued to take her to Legends where they were now known as a threesome. The way they had openly fondled her and brought her to peak after peak helped prepare her for tonight when they would fuck her publicly upstairs.

  Mac and Sam had given h
er a beautiful, mint green, sleeveless sheath to wear tonight. Slipping it over her head, she marveled at the feel of the silk as it slid down her naked body to just above her knees. The fitted bodice and sheer fabric lovingly cupped her full breasts and prominently displayed her pert nipples, and the flared skirt molded her buttocks leaving nothing to the imagination.

  Just because she had always fantasized about having an audience and committing sexual acts in public, didn’t prevent her from experiencing a twinge of apprehension over going from provocative clothing to no clothing in front of about twenty-five strangers, as well as being spanked and fucked in front of them. When those pesky doubts threatened her anticipation and nerves, she had to remind herself she was doing this for Melanie and the other, less fortunate victims.

  Due to Melanie’s limits on her phone calls, Ella had only talked to her twice in the last two weeks. Melanie divided her time between calling her parents, Mandy, and Ella, which didn’t leave her much time with any of them. Ella understood completely. Melanie’s safety came first; but, unfortunately, Mandy wasted her call with complaints, widening the chasm between the two of them further. Hearing the stress in Melanie’s voice the last time she called had tempted Ella to admonish Mandy, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold her temper in check and it wasn’t her place to get involved between the two. Melanie didn’t need the added pressure, and Mandy already had a grudge against Ella for her close friendship with Melanie.

  The buzz of the front door alerted her to Mac and Sam’s arrival and drew her attention back to the plans for the evening. Slipping her feet into her heeled sandals, she went to answer the door, marveling at the sensual feel of wearing nothing but a brief scrap of silk.

  “Hi.” She greeted Mac and Sam with a smile, her nervousness eased by the instant appreciation she saw in their eyes as they looked her up and down.

  “I told you it was perfect,” Sam elbowed Mac as they stepped inside, each greeting her with a kiss.