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still. Understood?”
    “Yes Master.” She tensed in apprehension.
    He placed a clamp on her nipple and she jumped, bit her lip.
She jumped again when he applied the other clamp. The pain receded quickly,
becoming a dull ache. Her skirt lifted from behind, coming to rest high on her
hips. Something hard and thin stroked her slit and up the cleft of her
buttocks.
    “Are you wet for us?” asked the graveled voice of Master C.
    “Yes Sir,” she responded, her clit knotting. She was
surprised her juices didn’t run down her thighs, she was so wet. Her hands
ached with the need to touch. Her insides burned with the fire they had
started.
    “That’s a good girl. I’m going to flog you with this,” he
explained as he ran the soft fabric strips over her butt cheeks. “I want you
even wetter.”
    Her heart jumped, her pussy clenched at the thought of
getting still wetter. Already she was hungry for release. How far would they
take her before they let her go? And when would she get to touch them? The feel
of hot, throbbing male flesh was so necessary to her, she ached for it.
    She heard the slap of the flogger an instant before the
sting flashed through her. Sharp, but not unbearable. It rang again and again,
creating a slow burn on her ass.
    Master C said, “I’m only going to give you a few lashes this
time. This is not a punishment, just a little something I thought would
increase your pleasure.”
    “But I thought—” She bit down on her tongue, remembering she
wasn’t to speak unless instructed. “I’m sorry, Master. May I speak?”
    Her fingers itched to touch his skin, glowing now with a
light sheen of sweat. He stood just out of reach, even if her hands had been
free. “Yes, you may speak.”
    “Thank you, Sir. I thought flogging was about pain, not
pleasure. Isn’t it supposed to hurt?”
    “The pain is a means to an end. The endorphins will help you
cope, increase your pleasure.” He tugged on the chain attached to one of the
nipple clamps and a sharp twinge radiated into her breast just as the flogger
stung her butt.
    Her hips jerked, thrusting her pussy forward as if seeking a
cock to slip inside her. She was so ready to be fucked. She bit back a moan,
arching her back to raise her breasts toward the gypsy.
    “Tell me what you need,” he commanded.
    “I need you to touch me, Master.”
    “Where?”
    “Anywhere, Master. God, anywhere. Um, my breasts—” Smack. The flogger hit her ass. “Oww!” She couldn’t hold back the cry at the next
slap. Her voice rose in pitch with each gasp.
    Her butt cheeks stung now, in between the lashes, but the
throbbing pulse in her clit told her it wasn’t a bad thing. Good God, she was
getting so tense she thought she might come just from the flogging. Was that
possible?
    Master Q tugged on her nipple chain again. “She’s getting
close.”
    “Yes,” her other master agreed. “It’s time.”
    Shrugging out of his vest, the Master Q laid it on a bench
and quickly tugged off his shoes and pants. The other one did the same. They
stood and faced her, light and dark, cocks standing proudly at attention as
they rolled on condoms.
    And they were hard for her. The thought flashed through her
mind as they walked toward her and resumed what they’d been doing. Master Q
toyed with her nipple clamps and Master C stroked the lashes of the flogger
over her tender skin.
    The tension within her calmed a bit as pain lessened. Then
all at once she felt the lash and the tug on her breasts and her pussy gushed
in readiness. She cried out wordlessly as two fingers entered her pussy from
behind, spreading her juices back onto her anus. It tightened at the touch. Was
he going to fuck her there? Was she ready for anal sex?
    Master Q pinched her clit, drawing her attention forward as
a finger worked her juices into her ass. Master C must have found some lube,
his digit gliding in and out of her tight ring. The stroking back there
combined with the flicking on her clit built