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clothes and her temper very shortly.
    “This is so unfair. You are three big men, and we stand no chance. What a lot of overbearing pains in the arse. Why do we have to lose our clothes out here in the open in an unfair contest? Who died and made you God to decide the rules of the fucking game?”
    The Doms stopped and stood looking at her. She grew silent and put her hand over her mouth as if to stop herself saying any more.
    “On your knees, sub, slave position now. ” She did as Master Alexander said without thinking.
    Fiona saw that Emma had been watching her and listening to all this in openmouthed astonishment. Meanwhile Master Eric scored another point and said, “Okay, knickers off this time.”
    Fiona just knew Emma wouldn’t like that and she was right. She heard her say, “No, that’s not fair, I wasn’t ready. I was watching Fiona. I won’t take them off.” She stamped her foot.
    “Okay, you, too, slave position now. ” Emma obeyed.
    While they waited, Fiona fumed inwardly but said nothing, out of self-preservation. The three large Doms discussed the ways they could correct such bad behaviour and lack of respect. Then Fiona lost it. They had been set up, she just knew it.
    “It’s not bloody fair,” she snapped.
    “Who gave you permission to speak? Well?” Master Alexander asked in a cold, hard voice.
    “Sorry,” she grumped.
    This was greeted with silence and raised eyebrows.
    “Sorry, Sir,” Fiona corrected herself before she got herself into more hot water, but still couldn’t let it go.
    “Why the hell are we being punished?” she groused. “You have no right.”
    This was greeted with silence and some stern looks so Fiona decided that silence was advisable. She wondered what they could do. They could get up and try to run away, but stood no chance of succeeding nor did they have clothes to wear. That would only make their Doms angrier, and then who would suffer? Fiona shrugged her shoulders, glanced at Emma, and they both looked down. Fiona felt, rather than saw, the Doms smile at the capitulation. They were so smug!
    “Right. This is what we are going to do…Firstly, a contest to see who is going to halve their punishment. Whoever makes her Dom come first will win.” So saying, Master Eric unbuttoned his jeans and so did Master Ruari. Both Fiona and Emma got to work enthusiastically.
    Licking and sucking on Master Ruari’s erect cock, Fiona began to enjoy herself. After all, she had been daydreaming about this all morning. Swirling her tongue around the head, she used her hands to stimulate cock and balls as Master Ruari’s cock was thick and long. She could never take it all in her mouth. By the sounds he was making, he appreciated her efforts, and in the end, there was very little in it.
    But Fiona heard Emma manage to get her Dom to climax first. So she’d lost, and she had no time to wonder what that would mean, as very shortly afterward, Master Ruari stilled, then bucked his hips as he climaxed, shooting jet after jet of hot semen into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed every last drop of milky fluid. He tasted so very good, and she licked him clean. She heard Master Alexander say, “Well, it seems we have a winner and a loser.” She glanced up and saw he was smiling in anticipation. “Now to the punishment. I will go and see what my uncle has in his playroom.” He went to find out.
    Oh yes. The Doms were enjoying tormenting them, and it was so bloody unfair. First the contest, and then not letting them have their say. Then abruptly she stilled as she realised that at least here she was able to object. What was she objecting for anyhow? She was enjoying herself. Her Masters had seen she was worried and upset, and they had come up with this as a way of distracting her. And, to give them credit, it was working. She and Emma were going to be tormented, but she was sure it would be with pleasure. She had relished sucking Master Ruari’s cock and she was looking forward to