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  This inspired new thrashing from the pretty brunette, Camden pulling her jacket off, then the white peasant blouse and white bra along with it. Lacey cried out, a wordless plea that fell on deaf ears.

  Camden dropped his pants and stepped out of his shoes, only a pair of black boxers withholding his huge cock, already filling with blood, thickening, lengthening, readying.

  Then he dropped those too, his hungry cock lunging out as it grew and rose. Lacey couldn’t help but let out a frightened little shriek.

  Camden held the wriggling girl tight, savoring the feeling of his cock against her, pushing against her back, then with a wriggle pointing dangerously downward toward a vulnerable point she could well be too small to sustain.

  “All right, you fucker,” she hissed, “I’ll kill you, right here and now!”

  But it was an idle threat and they both knew it. Lacey threw a hard kick into Camden’s gut, hard with iron muscle, a dull thud the only report. A second strike was better, and she followed it with a quick punch to Camden’s face on her other side. He rolled with the punch and advanced, arms reaching around and grabbed her kicking legs, now pinned to his naked sides. She kicked and writhed as they dragged her, hips lurching upward, his cock stretching hungrily down toward that tasty, glistening prize.

  Camden brought her to the center of the dungeon and shoved her to her knees, as she grunted in frustration. He grabbed one of the chains, leading upward to a pulley affixed to the ceiling in one corner region of the dungeon. He dragged his hand over the chain to the black leather shackle at its end. He pulled Lacey’s arm closer and wrapped the shackle around her wrist.

  “No,” she said as the buckle pulled tight around her wrist, the ample padding providing security without incurring too much damage. “I said no, goddamnit!”

  But it didn’t stop Camden pulling in the second chain, shackle securing around her other wrist. Lacey tried to pull away as he shackled her ankles next.

  He stood by the control box, the chains rising up around her, leading up to a series of pulleys sending the chains straight down to a gear box fixed to the ground. The chains clanged and clanked, stepping away as the chains pulled tight.

  Clack clack clack clack clack clack …

  “No!” Lacey said again, more instinct than anything else, uselessly pulling at her chains as her limbs went tight and straight, like a starfish, and her slender belly and round breasts rose up off the dank dungeon floor.

  Clack clack clack clack clack clack …

  He watched as her body rose up off the floor, first one foot, then two, stopping at just above three. Camden stood over six feet tall, so that lined her up perfectly with the middle of her body, as both men circled around her, like sharks to their prey. Flinching and nearly immobile, Lacey was secure, breathing strained, eyes shooting from one to the other. She didn’t scream and she didn’t plead and she didn’t threaten. The time for those things was over.

  Camden retrieved the ‘cat of nine tails’ whip from a long table along one wall. Lacey pulled, a hovering human canopy. He chuckled, pulling the whip back and letting it crack against her naked side. She shrieked but quickly stifled her cry. Unlike the bullwhip, the cat was meant for damage only after repeated use. The first few strikes would not hurt her.

  Crack! Crack!

  Lacey’s reddening skin rippled and quivered, her grunts getting louder with every strike until Camden could sense her growing loss of control.

  Crack!

  The whip stopped falling, and he turned without a word to toss it back at the table along the wall of the dungeon.

  Wes stood over her, knowing his time would come soon. Camden hovered in front of Lacey, and she looked up at him with big, round eyes. Their connection was unspoken but unquestioned, both knew precisely what the other was thinking and feeling, the circumstances which had brought them together, and were about to tear her apart.

  She hungrily reached out with her face toward his outstretched cock, ravenous for it. And he would not make her suffer any longer. This woman had some skills, though, for him, it was just a regular part of the routine.

  Doesn't matter, Camden told himself, it’s not about me, we’re not here for me. We’re here for her. And she’s going to get what she came for, what she paid for, the kink that she lives for.

  Camden stepped forward, easing his huge cock into her mouth, her tongue desperate to cover every bit of its surface, her saliva already drooling down her mouth. He looked down at her and her up at him even as she worked his cock, able to take in only so much. He was silent and strong and demanding, just like she wanted him to be, like she needed him to be. He knew they were giving her a rarified experience, a fantasy come to life, and that was a responsibility he not only took seriously, but with relish.

  Wes walked around the side of that suspended woman, splayed and dangling, entirely prone to him. Lacey’s glistening body was sheeted in her own sweat, and it collected on her flushed, round cheeks. Her body ready for what was to come. Wes took his place behind her, between her splayed legs. Grabbing a condom and lube from his pants pocket, which was laying on the ground nearby. He quickly prepared himself and spread those cheeks as far as they would go, Lacey’s moan of anticipation telling him she was more than ready. He pushed his enormous cock into her ass, his huge head disappearing into her. He paused there, knowing that too much too soon would be intense and terrifically painful.

  Lacey only wanted faux danger, tolerable pain, and she was paying a lot of money for it.

  Wes waited, giving his dick a little shake, pleased to see Lacey trembling in front of him. He pushed in further, feeling her body tense up around him, her muscles clenching and twisting as he began a slow pump, knowing that every gesture was exaggerated, every movement at its maximum. She cried out, the dungeon filling with the rattle of chains that echoed in her soul. Wes had seen the paperwork and knew she loved it from behind, which gave him the leeway to crank up his rhythm and his depth, even with his incredible length and width.

  This woman could take it, and she craved it.

  So Wes secured his grip on Lacey’s waist and started pulling her back toward him, while he ground his dick forward and into her. He synced their pattern perfectly, bringing her in and pushing forward to make Lacey’s body shake, her throat filling with long, uninterrupted cries.

  He pulled her body back over his cock, driving it into that exceptional space, both tight yet relaxed, eagerly wrapped around him, squeezing and milking him with the only bit of physical command she could summon. He knew she wanted even more, and he was ready to accommodate.

  Crack!

  He slapped her already red cheek, her body stiffening, his hips throwing out a circular pattern to interrupt his regular pump, yet another hard slap inspiring Lacey’s passionate screams.

  Crack!

  Lacey grunted out her responses to Wes’s thrusts, a series of monotone yelps interrupted by pauses to breathe and brace herself for more. Taking in Camden’s cock in her mouth, she was ravenous for both men. Her body began rocking back and forth. She tried to move, her body demonstrating the most difficult twists and tugs, but she was lost, helpless, and that was just what she wanted.

  Harder, faster, chains rattled while she writhed in front of him, muscles of her sweaty back pulling and stretching, ass vibrating with her overwhelming orgasm, a sputtered groan spilling out of her throat. “ohhhhhh… fuckkk… yessss!! Give it to me!” She rasped.

  Her body was merely reacting to the mutual sensations of dual action, full-body suspension, the realization of a dream come true.

  Wes’s orgasm was an obedient slave, quick to serve or steady to hold ground and wait. He readied his forces for a quick and heaving assault, bucking his hips a bit to inspire that first leap, out of the sack and down the vein, charging hard and hot and thick. It shot out of his cock and onto Lacey’s back, a long creamy spike stretching across her spine, dots and flecks falling to the side, sprayed far and long, another hot package following the firs
t.

  Lacey’s body shook with her own orgasm. Two hulking men satisfying her and her own suspended bondage was just what this particular girl needed to send her over the edge. Her head fell forward in exhaustion, a long string of short moans leaking out of her throat, utterly spent.

  Camden returned to the control box fixed to the side of the wall.

  Clack clack clack clack clack clack …

  The chains slowly lowered her to the floor of the dungeon, and as per his instructions, both men walked out of the dungeon without ever having said a word, picking up their clothes and leaving her entirely alone. The staff would bring her towels and a robe and see her to the spa and then the showers to complete her experience, and that was all Camden needed to think about it.

  Another great performance, another satisfied customer.

  Chapter 1

  Danny

  Amy Dey had gone missing again.

  The Dey Breeze sat motionless on the Pacific, the huge yacht suggesting not even the slightest influence from the world’s largest ocean just beneath her. Her eighty-foot length, four decks, and a three-story cabin, were caked with revelers, gorgeous women and sculpted men drinking and dancing to the pulse of European dance beats blasting out of the huge, hidden speakers.

  Jonathan Dey stood at the helm, a stern expression under his short, black hair. Beyond the tinted windows, people his own age danced and laughed, many of them his own friends there by his own invitation. There was nobody older than thirty, and if the lawyers had done their job right, nobody under eighteen either. But Jonathan could only shake his head and take a sip from his vodka tonic. At just twenty-eight, Jonathan felt like he was decades older than Danny, not merely two years, and their sister Amy seemed more like a teenager than a woman in her early twenties, though Jonathan knew that had a lot to do with the way she’d been raised.

  “Hey, bro!” Jonathan turned to see Danny Dey step into the cabin. His younger brother could hardly have been more of a contrast to himself. Danny’s colorful Hawaiian shirt and cut-off jean shorts were nothing like his brother’s Navy-blue Polo and sharp beige dress pants, instead of Jonathan’s rod-straight posture, Danny’s was casual, sloped and always leaning; more a question mark than an exclamation point. Where Jonathan’s hair was short and well-kept, Danny’s was a long, brown mop of straggly strands.

  “Danny,” was all Jonathan said.

  “What ‘cha doin’ in here, man? C’mon out, it’s a party!”

  “It’s not my party,” Jonathan said. “Where’s Amy?” Danny shrugged, but Jonathan barked, “Whaddaya mean?” before shrugging to mock his kid brother. “We’re supposed to be keeping an eye on her, Daniel.”

  “So why aren’t you doing it? You’re just sitting around in here anyway.”

  “You’re out there mingling, it’s easier for you.”

  “Check her cabin, I’m sure she’s in there, or around here somewhere. Jonathan, nobody can get to her here. Relax! You sound like the old lady.”

  “Don’t call her that,” Jonathan said. “Our mother is right to be worried about Amy, I shouldn’t have to explain that to you, of all people.”

  “That’s right you don’t, so don’t bother.” Danny turned to shamble out of the cabin. “I’ll go find her.”

  “And lay off the pot, will ya?”

  “Oh fuck off.” Danny slammed the door behind himself, Jonathan shaking his head and taking another drink of his cocktail.

  Danny took the spiral staircase to the main cabin below, couples sitting on the couches in each other’s laps, hands glancing over breasts and thighs. White lines were cut out onto a little square mirror on the coffee table. Passing, Danny paused and leaned over the coffee table. Without asking, he picked up a straw and snorted a big line up each nostril. He dropped the straw and leaned back, tense and shuddering before wiping his nose and throwing out a big, enthusiastic, “Whoooo!” Taking a breath and shaking it off, he said, “You guys better get rid of that. My brother sees it, he’ll go apeshit.” Danny stepped away, his guests chuckling at him and waving him off, returning their attentions to each other and themselves.

  The coke charged through Danny’s system, his heart instantly beating faster, mind moving faster as he wormed his way through the crowded yacht. He only recognized a fraction of the faces in the crowd, most of them Amy’s friends.

  Friends, Danny thought, Amy doesn’t even know most of these people. Mom’s minions, Danny chuckled to himself. But there was little mirth in his heart, and to see the parade of faux friends filling their yacht only made Danny feel every bit as empty.

  Well, at least we know they’re safe. But as Danny moved from deck to deck, failing to spot his kid sister’s face in the crowd made Danny think twice. All the Dey kids had been raised under the shadow of their mother’s constant worry and suspicion, but her determination and logic had a powerful effect on all three. For all of Amy’s twenty-three years, he and Jonathan had been assigned the task of protecting Amy from Margaret Dey’s worst fears come true, and it was easy to see how that shaped the adult that each of them became. Poor Amy was sad and isolated, more and more as she got older. Jonathan was more strict, the presumptive heir apparent of the family.

  Danny just wanted to get high, just to take a break from the constant worry. But the more he searched that yacht, the more his mind wandered, the more his worry increased and his high waned.

  These people may have been screened, but that doesn’t mean somebody couldn’t have come up in a dinghy.

  Oh, come on, Danny told himself, now you sound like Jonathan! She’s probably in her cabin, moping as usual. Gotta stay away from the blow.

  Danny cut down the hall toward the line of private bedrooms.

  He knocked on the door, a bit more forceful than he’d intended. Female voices leaked out from behind the door, confirming Danny’s notion that he’d been right, that she was safe and sound.

  Unless one of those goons is in there with her, taking advantage of her, forcing himself on her!

  Danny knocked again, even louder. He knew he was getting carried away, but he no longer cared.

  The door opened in front of him, but it wasn’t his sister’s pretty face and blonde hair, as expected.

  “Isla,” Danny said, stepping back as the familiar girl closed the cabin door behind her.

  Isla Reece had grown up next door to the Dey mansion in Beverly Hills and was one of the few people the family trusted.

  Isla said, “What’s up, what’s going on?”

  “Looking for my sister,” Danny said, instantly on the defensive. “Do you mind?”

  “Of course not,” Isla said, “she’s in here with me, so … congratulations, you found her.”

  “I wanna talk to her.”

  Isla looked up at Danny, her hand on her hip, short black bob shimmering over her big, dark eyes. “First of all, you’ve got cocaine crusted all over your nostrils. You wanna talk to Amy looking like that?” Danny wiped his nose with his fingers and the backs of his hands. “Anyway, you don’t want to talk to her all cranked up like this. So go tell the warden that she’s fine, then go up to the deck and smoke a joint, try ’n relax.” Isla opened the door, slid back into the cabin, and closed the door again, sliding the lock shut.

  “Smoke, don’t smoke,” Danny muttered, “some days, you just can’t please anybody.”

  Chapter 2

  Amy

  Isla closed the door and crossed the little cabin back to the bed, where Amy Dey was laying, staring up at the ceiling, at her life; at nothing. “C’mon, Amy, cheer up! Let’s go party.”

  “With who? Strangers? C’mon, Isla, you know as well as I do those people up there are straight out of Central Casting.” Isla chuckled, but Amy was quick to say, “I’m not being hyperbolic, Isla, my mom hired actors and models!”

  “Well, what’s so wrong with that? There are some gorgeous guys up there, Amy. You know you could have your pick.” Isla sat up on the side of the bed, her posture slumping. “Tal’s
here, we’ve known him forever, and Babs — ”

  “Yeah, I’m glad they came. I don’t wanna spoil their fun though, let them have a good time. You too, go on up and party, I’ll take a little nap, be fine.”

  “Not a chance,” Isla said. “If you’re staying down here then I’m staying down here with you. I wanna help you get this figured out. You’re not upset about Michael, are you?”

  Amy rolled her eyes. “Oh God no. Isla, I dumped him. I only wish I’d done it sooner. I should have known not to let my brothers set me up. Not that I’d have any other way to meet a man … besides the human buffet upstairs, I mean.” Isla broke out in a chuckle and Amy couldn’t resist being amused at her own quip. But the little burst of joy didn’t last.

  It never did.

  “I don’t mean to be ungrateful,” Amy said. “I know my brothers love me, and I love them too. And it’s great that they love me enough to still be looking out for me. I mean, they could be out having lives of their own, y’know?”

  Isla gently brushed Amy’s blonde hair away from her pretty face. “Amy, they’re partying with actors and models on the decks of their own yacht. I don’t know about Johnathan, but I’m pretty sure that’s exactly the life Danny wants.”

  “But what about Jonathan? He never seems to enjoy himself anymore. I can’t help but think that’s my fault.”

  “No way, Amy! If that’s anybody’s fault other than Jonathan’s, it’s your mother’s. I’m sorry, Amy, she’s the one with the iron thumb. She made him the warden. But I have to say, he sure took to the job.”

  “He loves me.”

  “He loves it.” Off Amy’s confused expression, Isla explained, “The power, the authority. He’s the man of the house … at least when your mother isn’t around.” After a tense pause, the two girls broke out in another relieved chuckle.

  “I dunno, Isla. Is this the way it’s going to be the rest of my life? I’m twenty-three now, I should be able to go out and lead my own life.”