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Alice. I will continue to force you to have orgasms until you reach a hundred, or until you pass out. How many have you had so far?”
    “Eleven.”
    “From now on, you’re to count them aloud.” He began to lick her again, with increased intensity. “Welcome to the Hellfire Club.”

Lewis Learns a Lesson In Orgasm Denial…
    Lewis awoke to the sound of a woman screaming, somewhere close by. A sound he knew intimately well.
    Alice.
    Even though his head was still fuzzy from sleep, he recognized this kind of screaming from earlier in their relationship, before their sex life had become perfunctory and routine. Alice was coming. Hard. And from the intensity of her cries, Lewis knew whomever was making her come was doing a very good job.
    He wanted to be that person.
    Lewis opened his eyes and tried to sit up. Couldn’t. He was tied to a padded, leather table, his arms stretched out over his head. He strained against his bonds and found them to be strong and tight. Then he looked down and saw he was naked.
    Where the hell were they?
    Alice screamed again, ecstasy dripping from the sound. “Please! No more! I can’t take another! I beg you to stop!”
    Lewis followed her pleas, realizing they came from behind a curtain on the far end of the room.
    Then his wife began to moan again, low in her throat, then rising in pitch.
    He tried to remember where they were, how they’d gotten here, but the last thing he recalled was falling asleep after some mediocre sex with Alice. So what happened? Had they been kidnapped?
    The seriousness of the situation should have hit him hard, but instead his wife’s cries had a different effect. His cock grew long and stiff, stretching upward along his belly.
    Alice was being ravaged, just beyond the curtain, and all Lewis could think about was how turned-on he was.
    “You did this to her,” a female voice from behind him said.
    Lewis craned his neck to see who was speaking. It was a woman dressed in thigh-high boots as black as her hair. She wore a leather corset that pushed her bare breasts out, nipples hard and pointing toward him. He skimmed his eyes lower, and realized she wore no additional undergarments, and her feminine parts were shaved and smooth. In her hand she held a black riding crop.
    “Who are you? Where are we?”
    “This is the Hellfire Club. I am Madame Bovary.” She skimmed her riding crop over her breasts and rested its leather tongue against one protruding nipple.
    “I demand you release us immediately.”
    Madame Bovary smiled in a way that was quite cruel. “You signed the contract. You paid for your stay here. You cannot leave until the contract is honored.”
    Behind the curtain, Alice moaned, “Yes, I’m a dirty little slut! I’m a dirty little slut! Now please, stop!”
    “What contract?” Lewis asked, but his attention was mostly focused on his wife’s moans and this stranger’s nipples.
    Madame Bovary produced a piece of parchment covered in ornate script. At the bottom were his and Alice’s signatures. Lewis vaguely recalled signing it after dinner several days ago. Alice had brought it to him when he’d been tipsy with mead and half-asleep, saying something about how it would improve their marriage.
    “What did I sign?” he asked, suddenly fearful. Had he unknowingly conscripted them to sexual slavery?
    “You and Alice are to stay at the Hellfire Club until the terms of the contract have been fulfilled.”
    “What terms?”
    “Alice must have one hundred orgasms before being allowed to leave.”
    Lewis blew out a sigh of relief. Though he’d been an inattentive and selfish lover these past few years, he knew full well his wife’s capacity and appetite for sex. Alice would enjoy herself; she was clearly enjoying herself right now. A hundred orgasms shouldn’t take more than a day or two.
    “How many has she had already?”
    “A dozen at least, I’d guess from her cries. Heathcliff is quite gifted at making women come. Even when they