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She squirmed under his touch and whimpered while she tried to hold back from coming. Devlin slapped the swell of her breasts sharply. The pain made her wince. Then once more she felt the sting of his palm on her flesh and could hold back no longer. She came, and called out his name.
    He took the knotted cord and teased her naked flesh with it in long and languid strokes as light as a feather dancing across her flesh. He smiled at her and kissed her tenderly on lips that were shivering with passion; he caressed every inch of her body, her thighs, legs, feet, her toes. He licked her with his tongue, and his whispers told her of his erotic intentions. Then he rolled her over and violated her with tenderness, his caresses so exquisite that she came again.
    Now she needed more than being fondled in seductive foreplay to set her flesh and mind burning. Devlin knew this and relished her total submission to his sexual commands. He rolled her first on her side and explored her most intimate, most sexually sensitive female self. With searching caresses he sought out every erogenous place her body would yield, delving deeply into the soft, satiny, moist warmth of her cunt, her excruciatingly sensitive bud of a clitoris.
    Her defences now wholly gone, she came, and again, her only thought to accept everything that would keep her coming. There was nothing in life to compare with thepower and beauty that sex provided for her. There seemed no pain, no danger, no form of wickedness she could not endure for the ultimate thrill of soaring ever higher on wave upon wave of orgasms.
    Devlin removed the leather cuffs from his wrists and placed them on hers. He stretched her arms above her head and secured the cuffs to the headboard of the bed. He made her comfortable with cushions and then teased her body with light lashes of the knotted silken cord. From the drawer in the bedside table he removed two silk chiffon scarves. he spread her legs so that she was open, totally exposed, then tied her to the bed posts. He used a long and slender jade penis carved with raised flowers slowly, deliberately, as he would have used his own penis in long and languorous thrusts. The flowers pressed into her cunt walls and she cried out with the pleasure. Her orgasms kept coming until Devlin saw that she had lost all control of her lust.
    Through a haze she saw Pierre enter the room. He handed Devlin a leather whip with a carved ivory handle and took the silken cord from him. She came with the first sting of the whip on her flesh, and felt Pierre as he worked the silken cord into her, knot by knot, until she could feel it pressing against her cervix. She begged the men to stop, to let her catch her breath from the continuous stream of orgasms Devlin had wrung from her but that only excited a harder lash of the leather and a kiss from Pierre, the two men assuring her she was the most sensual woman alive and they loved her for it.
    Dazzled by lust and love, she braced herself for what she knew was to come. She felt pain and an indescribable, infinite sensation of coming as Pierre, in one sharp movement, took her roughly and brought her off by withdrawing the silken cord, the knots burning and exciting those narrow walls of tender flesh.
    Pierre’s rampant sex raised her off the bed and the twomen took her in turn. The moment Devlin took possession of her, she felt the violence and anger in his thrustings. ‘This is the ultimate way for you to go,’ he whispered as he slipped the silken cord round her neck and pulled it ever tighter.
    She felt herself slipping away from life and struggled to call out to Pierre. She was sliding over the edge of reason and knew she could not endure any more from Devlin. Things would never be the same again. Her sexual life as she had known it was over.
    But when she regained consciousness and found herself alone with Pierre, lying in his arms, she felt as she always did with him, that sex was worth dying for.
    But then a chink of