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I came explosively. He began to pump inside me faster and faster, each thrust tormenting me with mind boggling pleasure as my climax seemed to go on and on forever. Finally, he cried out, collapsing against me as his pleasure took him over the edge.
    I slept briefly, and woke to find Nick had joined me. Again, against my will, I found my body responding to his touch, again pleasure rocketed through me as he took me.
    I was barely conscious when Jerico, the last of the four, came to me again. Despite that, he made my body obey him, wrung weak cries of pleasure from me as he took pleasure from me.
    When I woke again, I realized that I had no idea of how long I had been in the dungeon. I couldn’t recall how many times I had pleasured the dungeon master and his minions.
    I knew, though, that I had slept from exhaustion and that I had probably slept for quite a while. It took an effort to move. I realized, however, that my arms and wrists were free. With an effort, I sat upright and looked around. The room was empty. On a table beside the bed was food. A chamber pot was nearby and beyond that a tub of water.
    I realized I was starving. I wolfed the food down so fast I nearly choked twice. After the second time, I forced myself to eat more slowly, eyeing the chamber pot with extreme distaste all the while.
    When I had finished, I rose. It was then that I discovered why the facilities had been left for me. A collar had been placed around my neck and it was chained to the wall.
    Reluctantly, I used what had been provided. I wasn’t particularly tempted by the bath, but decided to take advantage of it anyway. I was sticky from hours of sex. The water was tepid, but I bathed, discovering with little surprise that my sex was extremely tender, almost bruised.
    I dried and since I found I couldn’t go anywhere, lay down on the bed again. I was naked. Even the leather corset had been removed. Pulling the coverlet over me, I drifted to sleep again.
    I lost all sense of time, but I knew that I slept many hours. When I woke again, they came to me, one by one, took pleasure, gave pleasure. I knew days passed. I began to realize that, exhausted as I was, I welcomed them. Each one was different, made love differently, pleased me in a different way. And they did make love to me. It was more than just a gang bang, nothing like rape, regardless of the manacles.
    They never took pleasure without giving it. They kissed me, lavished me with care, gave me more pleasure at times than I thought I could bear.
    When they ceased to come, I missed them. Exhausted as I was, I worried that they had deserted me.
    Finally, I slept.
    I don’t know if I had been drugged, or if I had merely been fucked to such a point of exhaustion that I slept so deeply nothing roused me, but when I woke again, I found that I was once more in the dungeon.
    As before, I had been strapped to the bench. I gripped the bar my hands had been bound to, trying to struggle as I realized my ankles were being bound once more. I heard a whizzing sound, felt the sting of the whip against my bare buttocks.
    “Be still, slave.”
    I struggled anyway. I was certain I could not endure another round of sex ... not so soon, not like the first time. My body had spasmed with pleasure over and over until every muscle ached as if I’d run a marathon.
    The whip was applied again, harder this time.
    My struggles were useless. My ankles were gripped, my legs spread wide and the manacles were secured.
    “Do you submit?”
    I had no choice. At the moment, I didn’t want to, but I knew I was helpless. I subsided, nodding.
    My heart leapt into my throat as I felt the bench tilting. Slowly, the chains that bound my ankles tightened as my feet left the floor.
    My breasts, free of any confinement, swung gently. I felt the manacles pull taunt on my ankles, my legs spread to their limit, the folds of flesh around my sex parted, offering itself to unimpeded penetration.
    I was numb, sore from all the