Dee stiffened as an arm came around her waist and pulled her back. The dream illusion was instantly shattered. Cold rock under her feet and Xavion's hard arm were indisputably real. He spoke close to her ear. "You've made it very difficult for Christophe to obey me."
"I'm sorry." She tried to stay calm but the naked terror in Christophe's eyes was contagious. "It's my fault, Xavion," she said. No matter what the punishment was, it would be better to accept it herself than to watch Christophe suffer. "I made him do it," she added, and was surprised by Xavion's soft laugh.
"That's precisely your purpose here, Wendee," he said as his hand slid down from her waist to cup her pubic mound lightly. Then he squeezed, and her body shivered with the desire her flirtatiousness had stirred. Christophe shut his eyes. "You must pursue your nature," Xavion went on calmly, "but Christophe must follow orders, regardless of provocation. Isn't that right, Christophe?"
"Yes, Xavion." Christophe kept his eyes closed and Dee could see his Adams apple bob as he swallowed hard.
"So. To the punishment," Xavion said, and Dee wondered frantically what it might be. Xavion's erection was pressing against the cleft of her buttocks and she wondered if he'd take her again, to humiliate the boy. Christophe's kisses had aroused her incredibly and despite her tenderness for the boy, she almost wished Xavion would.
But he didn't. Tony and Nick stepped from behind Xavion and grabbed Christophe's arms, leading him to a point on the wall where manacles were attached. Christophe's trembling submission frightened her more.
Xavion was gently massaging her pubis with the palm of his hand, and Dee had trouble distinguishing between fear for Christophe and pleasure for herself as he was spread-eagled and secured against the cold rock.
"Blindfold?" Xavion asked.
Christophe kept his eyes shut. "No."
There was such resignation in his voice. A cold fear gripped Dee's stomach. She turned in Xavion's arms to plead with him. "Don't hurt Christophe. I'll do anything you ask. Just don't punish him for what I did."
But Xavion's eyes were on Christophe and they held a strange light, as though he expected to take pleasure from this disciplining. Dee wondered fearfully if Xavion a sadist.
"It will be unpleasant for him, but he won't be hurt," he assured her.
She turned back to find Mack and Josh had entered the chamber. Xavion looped an arm around her waist again and walked her backwards with him until they were beside the pool. Then he stepped in and brought her after him, settling her back against him so his hands could access her breasts and the pulsing warmth between her thighs that, uncaring of Christophe's fate, longed to be filled.
Yet despite Xavion's caresses, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the tableau before her. Mack and the twins had stepped back, watching quietly as Josh knelt before Christophe.
Dee's eyes widened as he removed Christophe's loin-cloth and the boy's penis sprang out. He was shaking so badly that it quivered erratically in front of Josh's face, and when he reached up to grasp the boy's hips and still him, Christophe cried out.
" No. Please." His hands struggled against the iron bands that secured his wrists, his eyes and teeth clenched shut.
"It's not that bad, Man," Nick chided. "At least you don't have to suck him," and he shot Xavion a furtive glance.
"Christophe's punishment would be your pleasure, Nick," Xavion said from behind her, both hands kneading her breasts. "This is bad enough for him." Then Xavion eased his hands down over her belly to rest on her hips, consciously or unconsciously mirroring Josh's grip. Keeping her buttocks pressed against his hard shaft, he eased her upper body forward until her arms were resting on the edge of the pool. She felt gentle probing from behind but she was absorbed by what was happening to Christophe.
He'd stopped crying out, and she watched half in fascination, half in horror as Josh lowered his mouth to encompass the head of Christophe's penis. The boy twitched then was still, and as Josh slid his lips down to the base, Xavion glided slickly into her from behind.
She sighed, a breathy testament Xavion's virility, then her breath was caught in a gasp as his impressive length pressed against her innermost recesses. She hadn't meant to be so loud, but the sounds of her pleasure echoed around the cavern, an extravagant counterpart to Josh's quiet suckling noises.
Tony turned and grinned at her, calling to Christophe. "Hey Chris, pretend it's Wendee sucking you. You'll blow in ten seconds." But Christophe's body had gone stiff, as though trying to fight the pleasure Josh's experienced mouth was giving him.
Dee watched as Josh's head moved up and down, the dark curly hair brushing against Christophe's pale thighs in a rhythm perfectly matched by Xavion's thrusts.
"I think Josh is enjoying this," Xavion whispered to her as he slid a hand down to caress her throbbing clitoris. "He's wanted Christophe for a long time."
"Is this the first…?" she whispered, guilt warring with pleasure to control her mind.
"Christophe has never disobeyed me before." Then as if sensing her distraction, he added, "You should be pleased with your powers of persuasion, Wendee. I shall be interested to see if the others can resist your charms."
"Poor Christophe," she whispered, but Xavion's possession of her body overwhelmed her senses.
The act they were watching should have disgusted her, but there was something about the forced pleasuring of this tender boy that reawakened the darkness she'd experienced in her violent interactions with Roc. It was wrong, but it excited her.
Xavion voice intruded. "Perhaps I'll let Josh penetrate him next time. What do you think, Wendee?"
She couldn't answer. Her attention was entirely on Christophe. Water bubbled and brushed against her sensitive breasts, Xavion pumped into her and his clever fingers were driving her to the edge of her control, but she could think of nothing but Christophe.
His head had fallen back and he was panting as Josh sucked at him diligently. Was the boy pretending it was her mouth on him? He moaned then, and Dee felt herself close to climax. Xavion plunged faster, keeping pace with Josh. Careless of the consequences, she called out, "Christophe."
His eyes snapped open, looking for her, unfocused, and in that second she realised he had been pretending. Horror clouded his eyes and she felt the pleasure of his pain explode inside her. Still holding her gaze, Christophe came.
Gripping the side of the pool, shuddering with her own release, she watched him buck against the mouth that held him. Josh had been caressing the boy's buttocks and now held them firmly as he lapped up the warm seed. Then with a kiss on the young boy's penis he had fellated so consummately, he stood and left the room.
Christophe's eyes were closed again and Dee watched as glistening tears slid down his cheeks. She felt remorse then. She'd callously used Christophe's pain to stimulate herself, and despite the warm glow that permeated her body, the experience worried her. What was she becoming?
Xavion again seemed to sense her mood. "Not all sexual experiences are pleasant, Wendee, even if they bring pleasure," he said, removing himself from her and stepping out of the pool. In his place, the bubbling water sluiced between her parted thighs, reminding her that she'd paid no attention to Xavion and whether he'd found release inside her.
He stopped, dripping before Christophe, much as she had earlier.
"Get him down and take him outside," he ordered. Tony and Nick jumped forward to obey as Xavion turned back to her. "Mack will return you to your bed. I'll see you after you've slept." He spoke briefly to Mack in his native tongue, then left, followed by the twins walking a limp Christophe between them.
She heard the twins talking to each other.
"My cock's killin' me."
"So ask Josh if he wants dessert."
"Why? There's a piece 'a ass waitin'…" but their banter was lost as their echoing voices faded and Dee turned to find Mack watching her steadily.
He really was exceptionally attractive in a tough, brooding sort of way, and the hint of cruelty in his eyes stimulated her curiosity about his approach to sex. He'd watched Christophe's punishment with the same detachment he'd shown earlier watching Xavion take her by the fire. She wondered if he'd been moved by either scene?
Her gaze slid unconsciously to his loin cloth, but she could see no evidence of the arousal that plagued the twins. Mack's stance gave the impression of relaxation, but on closer inspection she could see it camouflaged a coiled-spring readiness she'd only ever seen in professional fighters. His hand rested lightly on his knife and his eyes told her there'd be no further seductions today.
She sighed. Her libido was more ambitious than her tired body anyway. She should obey Xavion and give them both a rest.
She let Mack escort her back to the main room and her sleeping platform. Uncaring of the fact that she was dripping wet, she crawled up on to the soft mattress and pulled the fur over her. Her eyelids were heavy, but she spared a moment to wonder about the outside world Christophe had been released into. How long would it be before she saw daylight again?
The fire had burned down to glowing embers and in the darkened room she could hear no sound except her own breathing. It wasn't long before sleep claimed her.
It was night, and in her dream Dee heard two distinct voices, whispering.
"I'm first."
"Bullshit. I'm older than you. I'm first."
"Three minutes older. I was here first."
Dee felt the mattress under her move slightly, then there was a thump on the floor.
"Push me off, will ya." There was a scuffle on the bed behind her.
"Shut up or Xavion'll hear you. Then neither of us'll get to fuck her."
Dee's opened her eyes to stare at the bare rock wall she was facing. Her skin prickled as the fur coverlet slid off her body.
"Man, look at that ass. I gotta fuck that."
"No. I want to taste that pussy and I don't want your stupid cock in the way."
"Won't be in the way, Man. And you can lick it too if you want."
"Not when there's pussy pie to be had."
Dee felt a hand slide tentatively over the swell of her hips and down the length of one leg. When it reached her ankle it tugged and she let herself fall on to her back as though she were still asleep. The unseen hand pulled her ankle across the bed until her legs were wide apart.
"Will you look at that. I must have died and gone to heaven."
Dee felt the slightest brush against her pubic hair before the fingers slid down to probe gently where the moisture of her arousal was dewing. Then the hand withdrew and there was a pause.
"Mmm, hon-ee. Oh, I've got to get a face full of that."
"My cock's killin' me. Lemme fuck her tight ass."
"Piss off." The thin mattress moved and Dee felt something brush against her leg.
She kept her eyes lightly closed and concentrated on breathing evenly.
"I'm desperate, man. Lemme fuck her."
"If you don't wait your turn," she heard from near the top of her thighs, "I'll fuck you up the ass," and then hands parted her pubic hair and a mouth descended on her, immediately suckling on the tiny pearl of her clitoris. Her hips bucked and she felt a slap on her thigh.
"Stay asleep," the voice murmured against her soft sex flesh before the tongue began sliding up and down in a randomly erotic pattern. "Mmm, pussy pie."
Dee bit her lip, trying to lie still as the mouth worked on her, licking, tonguing, sucking gently, and then not so gently. Finally unable to contain herself she moaned aloud.
"Shut up, you noisy bitch," came the voice from below and she felt another sharp slap on her thigh.
"Leave her alone. She can't help it." Then more quietly. "I wouldn't complain if she moaned while I was fuckin' her."
A couple of minutes later Dee whimpered again and received another slap.
"That's it!" said the voice beside her and she felt herself turned on to her side again. There was a brief scuffle behind her and then a body coming hard against her back. A thick shaft slid unerringly into the cavern that had made been ready and she cried out with the exquisite sensation as it plunged into her. Then she was panting in earnest as the fire between her loins reached flash-point.
"Shut up, shut up," hissed the voice near their feet, but Dee was too aroused to care who heard. The anonymity of her faceless lovers had been a powerful trigger, and now she was ready to explode. "Oh, what the hell," she heard and felt the mouth that had driven her to the edge descend on her sexflesh again.
Barely had it licked her twice before she bucked against the hips behind her and shuddered into a cataclysmic orgasm. But still the shaft inside her pounded and the mouth over her clitoris clung and sucked the energy from her bones as she climaxed again and again.
Finally the sensations became painful, and as the hips behind her slapped into her taut buttocks and shuddered their own release, she was relieved to feel the mouth relinquish her. Totally drained, she lay quiescent, her eyes still closed.
"Boys, boys, boys," she heard Xavion's voice from beside the bed. "You just couldn't wait."
There was no reply, and Dee wondered what defence they could give. She certainly wasn't going to complain about their performance.
"We didn't wake her, Xavion," said one.
"Yeah, she's still asleep. See?" said the other as they slid off her bed.
Dee let herself fall on to her back and concentrated again on her even breathing.
"I think you've fucked her into unconsciousness," Xavion said, and Dee wasn't sure if she'd heard humour in his voice.
"We didn't hurt her, honest."
"None the less, you disobeyed me."
"Oh, come on, Xavion. Just this once?"
"Please?"
"You break the rules, you face the punishment." This time there was definitely a note of humour in Xavion's voice, and as the offenders grumbled their way across the room he added, "And if you complain, I'll make you do it twice."
"Yeah. He'd love that."
Dee felt no guilt over this punishment. She'd hardly been an active participant, and beside, Xavion had instructed her to act from her nature. She couldn't help it if she responded so easily to a man's touch.
Smiling to herself, she drifted back into a deep, and undisturbed slumber.
Pietre DeMartande leant back at his console, sipping mineral water from a Spanish crystal goblet. Persian tapestries, stolen from a Spanish Warship in the late eighteenth century adorned the stone walls of this, his most private room, and underfoot lay a carpet of such exquisite Middle-Eastern craftsmanship, the decadence of actually walking on it was a sensual pleasure unto itself.
His underground Castle was laden with the rare and priceless, handed down from one generation of DeMartande to the next, but in this particular room Pietre had surrounded himself with the most exquisite.
All originally appropriated for their depiction of sexual excesses and the blood-thirsty violence that often accompanied such hedonism, they fed his psyche.
Also, surprisingly, they complemented the mass of technological hardware he'd installed. The soft glow emitted by a video wall beyond his console blended harmoniously with the flickering of suspended candelabras, encapsulating the blend of ancient tradition and modern necessity that characterised his existence.
A replay from his surveillance camera files was in progress, and the scene filled the wall-screen before him in almost life-size proportion. Pietre watched as Xavion led his Wendee across the cave to the fire, noting the various tensions within the 'tribe' he had created. Christophe's reactions were of particular interest.
He turned to his petite companion, a perfect miniature woman. "I've entitled this scene 'The Jealous Virgin'."
"Christophe? A virgin?" His blonde partner tossed her head contemptuously, setting the tiny gold bells around her throat tinkling. Below them, her cleavage bulged over the confines of her gold-leaf torsolette, much as Wendee's had when Pietre had first met her, but there was no stirring in his loins now, as there had been then.
"I believe so," he replied, "That is why I wouldn't let you have him, my darling."
Belle's tiny fingers, as small as a child’s, tightened on the sleeve of his black jacket. "Stupid little technician, always fiddling with his computers. I was never interested in him."
"But you are now." Pietre returned his attention to the video screen where the Norwegian and the two Italians were watching Xavion penetrate Wendee by the fire. Pietre noted that the homosexual had been covertly observing Christophe.
"Yes," Belle admitted, staring at the close up of Christophe face. "Look at his eyes," she marvelled, then her mouth twisted into a moue of irritation, "He's never looked at me like that."
"Because you have never touched his soul, my darling. For reasons unknown, Wendee means something to our little friend and it tortures him." Pietre was inordinately pleased by the idea.
"Will you let Christophe have her?" By the tone in her voice, Belle didn't favour the idea, which made it all the more appealing to Pietre. He liked drama.
"Not until he's suffered more. He must earn her."
Pietre clicked back to the file screen and selected another replay. Christophe, spreadeagled on the rock wall filled the space before them.
"What's this? The crucifixion?"
"Very good, Belle," Pietre said, "But I prefer, 'Virgin on the Rocks."
Belle laughed, a short barking sound then turned away from the image as though unable to bear watching it. "Marco called earlier. The K2's were fine, but they're getting nuke hungry."
Pietre let the deliberate change of subject go unremarked, concentrating on the business. "Could be a high-profit month." They smiled at each other. "Let’s buy ourselves bordello?"
Belle's laughter tinkled around the room. "I'll call Marco."
"Thank you, my darling," Pietre replied absently. "I want to study our Wendee a while longer."
Belle moved away, but when he glanced up a moment later he found her hesitating at the door, her small hand closed over the heavy brass doorknob with spider like delicacy. The contrast between her fragile exterior and the inherent cruelty he knew to be in her had never been more striking.
He licked his lips, letting the contrast work on him, remembering the times that small hand had wielded a whip with savage efficiency. The pain — endless pain, alternated with the most exquisite pleasures she could devise. Pietre remembered that more than one lover had gone insane under her ministrations.
"Don't fall in love with her," Belle warned lightly, and Pietre pulled back from his reverie to address the underlying concern in her voice. Was it possible that his Belle, his ruttish, swaggering pixie was feeling threatened by their latest player?
He glanced back at the screen, at Belle's perceived antagonist. "So convenient that this one is named Wendee, though. Isn't it?" he remarked guilelessly. "I've waited so long for a Wendee."
There was a telling pause, then, "She's not beautiful."
To her credit, Belle had tried to sound objective but Pietre sensed the spite.
"No," he agreed, "not beautiful, despite Christophe's eager avowals. But she has something." He stared at the screen. "There's a knowingness in her eyes, an invitation. And her lips are very full. See." He paused the scene before them.
Wendee was watching Christophe as Xavion thrust into her from behind. Her lips were pouted seductively.
"Looks like she wants to suck cock," Belle observed.
"Yes, Christophe's I would say, from the way she's watching Josh." Pietre let the scene continue to the point where the boy opened his eyes. "Such pain," he said appreciatively, feeling Christophe's tortured eyes move him, just as they had Wendee.
He watched the boy's reluctant orgasm, then replayed the scene to concentrate on Wendee's. "She really is a hedonistic creature. I wonder if she realises it yet?"
"She knows," Belle said, the jealousy undisguised this time. "She's wallowing in it."
"Perfect."