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this requirement. She squirmed against Paul’s confident touch, trying to trick him into rubbing her clit properly.
    “The people of Sevarium had ways,” said Paul, probing inside her with one finger, then two. “Lords, but you really are wet, Suka . I could take you here and now.”
    “Is that what happens next?” she asked hopefully.
    Paul chuckled softly. “Patience,” he chided, causing her to wriggle her hips frustratedly , pushing her bottom into the hard bulge in his trousers.
    “First, according to the ritual, the master would invite each and every member of the congregation up, one by one, to inspect and admire his new bond subject. Imagine it, Suka . Here you would stand while I presented you, front and back, to all-comers. They were encouraged to feel you, to take a handful of your breasts, to check your cunt for wetness and your clit for fatness, to perhaps give your bum a good smack before standing down for the next person.”
    “Oh my, wouldn’t that take hours? ”
    “Yes, I imagine so. There would be upwards of a thousand guests at these shindigs. Think of it, Suka . Thousands of hands, feeling you up, fingering you, opening and examining you. It makes you wet, doesn’t it? Well, wetter,” he amended, his fingers rotating easily inside Suka’s soaked passage. “And you weren’t allowed to come. Not unless the master permitted it. If you did, you would be shamed straight away and sent to the punishment suite.”
    “The punishment suite?”
    “We’ll have to see if we can find it later on.”
    Eek! Must we? thought Suka , but the idea excited her beyond belief. She needed just the tiniest flick of Paul’s thumb on her clit to bring her to spectacular orgasm. But he was not about to grant this favour and he took his fingers from her pussy to the accompaniment of her desperate protests.
    “Once all that was done,” said Paul into her ear, bending low because she had slumped forward, chin on breastbone, sulking at not being allowed to come yet, “there was the ritual clothing.”
    “Clothing? You mean I have to get dressed again?”
    “Not really. I wonder if…” He turned around and crouched before the altar, scrabbling around inside the silk drapes that hid the space beneath it. “Brilliant!” he crowed, emerging with a web of slender silver chain, exquisitely delicate and expertly crafted. “Subject links,” he said, holding up his discovery.
    “What do they do?”
    “Look.” He began to arrange them about Suka’s body, slipping them first over her shoulders, then letting them cross her breasts at the nipple, where a small clip midway along the linkage was conveniently placed. The clips, when attached to Suka’s nipples, were not painful, but they awoke a permanent throb, keeping the nubs hard and full. Once the two strands met at the base of Suka’s cleavage, they joined and passed down through her pussy lips and up the crack of her bottom until the end was fastened to the strip of chain across her shoulder blades. Suka shifted from foot to foot, instantly aware of a tingle transferring from the metal to her sex, keeping it stimulated as if by electricity or magic.
    “Oh God. This is how they get the constant horniness thing going,” she exclaimed, rubbing herself against Paul shamelessly now. “This is impossible. Oh, Sir, it’s unbearable. I will come!”
    “You won’t. It won’t let you. It stimulates without ever tipping you into climax. Clever lot, weren’t they, the Paladians ?” His grin was sadistically gleeful and she was sweating now, struggling to keep a tenuous grip on her mind.
    “Genius… es ,” she tried to say. “I feel like…I feel like I’m going to…oh God, please let me…”
    “You would get used to it,” Paul said, unreassuringly. “But I think it took a week or so.”
    “It’s torture .” Suka dropped to her knees, pushing the chain further between her lips, crushing it against her clit, but finding no real relief, whatever she