11 comments/ 33765 views/ 2 favorites Twelve Nights Ch. 01 By: Daevious Holiday fun for Mandy. This is a spin off of the Beth and William series. * Mandy fairly skipped into the beauty shop where she worked. December 12, only thirteen shopping days left 'til Christmas. She'd left Sandra in bed, tangled in the sheets and surrounded by the detritus of a weekend-long session of debauchery. Her pussy still tingled from the last frenzy, barely half an hour ago. The cold wind off the lake blew in, lifting her skirt hem and arousing her even more. She'd been unable to find her panties in the rush to get out the door. Cindy, the receptionist, looked over her glasses at the flushed redhead. "You have a customer waiting." Mandy favored the other woman with a dazzling smile, hung her coat, and went to the back to see who was waiting for her. Probably Margaret or Patty; they both were going away to visit family. She saw the man in her chair and stopped stock still. "Hello, my dear." Oh, shit, thought Mandy, William! "I just need a trim." Mandy approached William carefully; he was smiling. God he was dangerous when he smiled. It meant he wanted something. She knew he was up to no good, but that smile made her nipples rise and her pussy moisten. She moved behind him, putting the cape on a shade too tight. "How much off, sweets?" "Even it up, bringing it up off my ears." She was running her fingers in his hair. It was thick and dark for the most part, but single strands of white, blond, and red appeared if you looked closely. She loved running fingers in his hair. When he hadn't tied her hands down, that was. "What?" He'd said something, "Say that again darlin'." "I have a gift for you, for all your help." He craned his neck back to look her in the eye. She looked down from his glance, she didn't want to see that gleam. He nodded to the counter, "It's in the envelope. You can have it when you finish." "Tease. Bastard." Her hands flew, quickly and efficiently evening out his hair. "You know I love surprises." She suddenly spun him about, lifted her skirt to show him her lack of panties, then spun him back and returned to cutting. "Take that, you evil teasing man." He laughed at her. Her nipples got even harder, her pussy tingled. The other two hairdressers were around the corner at the sinks or in back doing perms. She whipped the cape off him and straddled his lap, grinding her sex against his groin. His hands smoothly grasped her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back. "The envelope, wench." His left hand encircled both wrists, his right began to play with the ring in her left nipple. She tried to kick him; his hand shot down to her thigh, stopping the movement, then fingers slid inside her skirt band, expertly playing her labia and clit like a musical instrument. She had been nearly coming to start with; two or three strokes and the helpless way he dangled her pushed her over the edge, fast and hard. He held her until she stopped shaking, then let her down. He left her a tip on the counter, gathered his hat and coat, and kissed her on the cheek. "I tried to hurt you, you know." Her voice was petulant, not wanting to give in to his strength. "You could at least be insulted or something, darlin'." He turned, looked her in the eye squarely, and grinned that evil grin again. "I know. I'll keep it in mind." His voice dripped with danger, unstated promises of pleasure, pain, or some tormenting combination of both. She nearly wet herself. "Don't forget your envelope." Mandy approached the envelope like she would a snake. She opened it, pulling out a small card. "On the first night of Christmas, my lover gave to me, One lovely spanking, and an orgasm from her tongue. Be at the EL station near Chinatown, on Cermak, at seven. -S." Sandra! That little wench! How dare she get him involved in our play. Mandy stomped to the bathroom, closed the door, and began to finger herself furiously. She couldn't wait for tonight. ***** She arrived on time, walking up the stair to the platform. Mandy looked left and right, her red curls shaking this way and that. It was cold and snowy. The right edge of the platform was closed off for some sort of repair, with plastic covers to stop the wind. She looked left and smiled. She saw Beth in a white coat craning her neck. Mandy moved behind a pillar out of Beth's line of sight. "Hah," she thought, "You won't catch me that easy, sweetie. She peeked out as the train departed, still seeing the flutter of white. Beth was moving away, calling in the other direction. Mandy began to sneak up on the other woman. "Two can play this game." Mandy reached the last pillar behind Beth, waiting to rush out and subdue the other woman. Then she'd show who would get a spanking. One last rush... and her feet were dangling off the ground. He'd been behind the last pillar, waiting for her. "Beautiful, look what I caught." Beth turned around, smiling. She came up to Mandy, stood on her tiptoes and delivered a quick kiss. Then Beth walked past, towards the construction area. William shifted his hands and slapped a pair of padded handcuffs on Mandy. His right hand held her wrists up high, keeping her on her tiptoes. His left began to play with her bottom, tickling her through her skirt and making her walk a desperate wiggle behind Beth's sexy stroll. Beth opened up the plastic, a rush of warm air seeping out from the enclosed area. William moved Mandy through the opening and Beth closed it behind them. Mandy heard a rustle of cloth, then Beth stood in front of her again, naked except for her collar and thigh high white boots. She stripped Mandy's skirt and shoes off; William adjusted his hands firmly holding Mandy so Beth could work off the coat, blouse, and bra. When Beth finished removing Mandy's clothing she fastened thick padded cuffs on Mandy's wrists. William hooked them to a waiting chain slung over a beam. Mandy had been cursing both roundly the entire time. William drew up the slack in the chain, bringing Mandy to her tiptoes. Beth approached with a ball gag. Mandy closed her mouth like a youngster refusing to eat. William slipped a finger in her pussy and she squealed with pleasure. In went the gag. She tried to curse and they started laughing at her. Her skin flushed from face to belly button, the bane of having fair skin. Worse, Beth began to tease at her clit, making her shake horribly. "Is she ready?" A quiet voice called from behind Mandy. "She is, my dear." William's voice held hints of horrid things to come. "All trussed up and nowhere to come." Sandra moved into Mandy's field of view. "I have a gift for you, sweets." Sandra was in a black corset and stockings. Her hair was pulled back in a braid, her small breasts lifted by the satin half-cups, nipples standing out hard over the edge. Her hands came out from behind her back holding a flat wooden paddle with dozens of holes drilled in it. Sandra ran the edge of the paddle along Mandy's slit, moistening the edge and making Mandy squirm for a release. "You're soaked. You must really want your gift." Mandy moved her head up and down. Sandra removed the gag, "Say you want your gift, sweets." "I want my gift, wench." Slap. Open hand, had to be William. She gasped from the suddenness. Fingernails scraped along her thighs – Beth – then a finger in her twat and another one sliding into her bottom. "Say you want your gift properly, sweets." A quiver in her voice. Mandy realized that Sandra wanted to be right here; Beth was working her up but not going to let her come. Damn it but the girl was skilled. "Yes, mistress," her voice quavered uncontrollably from the attention on her pussy and ass, "your servant wants all the gifts you see fit to give her, mistress." Beth's fingers withdrew, but the look on Sandra's face triggered a small orgasm for Mandy. Beth laid down at Mandy's feet, steadying her for what was to come. William's strong touch smoothed something on her bottom, then Mandy started to twitch as she realized it was some sort of deep heat cream. Her ass was on fire and the paddling hadn't even started. She started to cry, it wasn't fair. SMACK. She jerked from the impact, the paddle solid on her ass cheeks. William's voice rang out "One." Her clit and nipples started to ache with the same throbbing rhythm as her ass. SMACK. "Two." Beth moved away, having finished fastening the leg cuffs. Mandy's eyes followed her kneeling next to William's bulk. He turned sideways and she pulled his cock out, licking and sucking while she watched the spanking show. Mandy licked her lips looking at him, thinking about how to get that cock... SMACK. "Three." Oh shit, she could feel the start of something building in her loins. She tried to think of other things, closed her eyes. Nope, a vision of Sandra in that corset, labia puffy and pouting, nipples erect... No, no, no, something not sexy, something calm. SMACK. "Four." Fingernails scraped over the abused skin of her ass. She shook uncontrollably. Time slipped away. SMACK. "Five." Fingers exploring her spine, a kiss at the point of her tailbone where the curves came together. More shuddering. SMACK. "Six." Flicks on her nipple ring. The fire from the tug ran straight to her clit. A quick nip on the nape of the neck; Mandy arched her back to move into the bite. SMACK. "Seven." Tears streaming, start to catch. SMACK. "Eight." Too fast, come leaking out her pussy. SMACK. "Nine." The orgasm starting, the burning of her ass transitioning to pleasure. SMACK. "Ten." Stronger, starting to overwhelm her senses. She pushed her ass back, seeking the next blow. SMACK. "Eleven." Mandy heard a whimpering voice through the edges of her orgasm. "More, harder, more, please, more mistress, please more, harder more faster faster..." Her own voice. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. The paddle started to fly even faster in response to her pleas. "Enough." Mandy hung limp from the chain, her ass afire, her pussy dripping. She'd lost complete control during the orgasm, squirting her juices all over. She jerked as hands grasped her bottom, firm against the tender flesh. Lips and tongue assaulted her pussy and brought her back up over the point of climax. William held her up while Beth undid the chain holding her aloft. Sandra was weeping and laughing, proud of her ability to bring Mandy over the edge. William wrapped Mandy in her coat while Beth and Sandra recovered theirs. He carried her down the steps, Beth and Sandra running to get the van. Mandy recovered slightly, nuzzling into William's chest as he held her. He motioned Sandra to the back seat, putting Mandy's head in her lap. He climbed in the passenger seat in front, smiling at Beth. They drove back towards Mandy's apartment. ***** She awoke to the morning alarm. Mandy rolled over to turn off the alarm, squealing when her abused bottom touched the sheets. She rose to hands and knees, crawling to the alarm clock. "Oh, you are going to pay, sweetie." She looked over her shoulder at the mirror; her ass was bright red with little dots from the holes in the paddle. It was still on fire; the fire spread to her pussy. She had to lean forward against the wall to masturbate; she couldn't even sit on the toilet seat because it hurt too bad. She left her robe on the bathroom door and went to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. The coffee was made, a pair of her favorite bear claws on the table, and a vase with one rose. There was an envelope, too. Her hand trembled with anticipation as she opened it up... Twelve Nights Ch. 02 "On the second day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Two lovely boobies and an orgasm with her tongue. -S." What does this one mean? Mandy had called in to work and lazed around into the afternoon; she still couldn't sit or even put on a loose skirt after the paddling last night. From Sandra, of all people. Her lover was slender, shy, and absolutely submissive to Mandy's wild ideas. Beth must've been behind this; William would not have been this subtle. Crafty and dangerous, yes. Subtle – that was Beth. Probably during one of their afternoon trysts in the executive bathroom at the office. Damn it, I don't want to be controlled like this. Her fingers rubbed at her clit to try and release the tension. And there is the doorbell. Shit, I have to put on something. She grabbed a short satin robe that barely covered her ass. It was nearly indecent but it didn't rub too much on her sore bottom. She went to the door. "Mandy?" The woman at the door was bundled under a long winter coat against the lake driven wind. "I'm April Lancaster; you applied for some financial aid to return to college, right?" Mandy let out a deep breath. "Come on in." Good, no traps from her suddenly devious lover. She threw the deadbolt and turned to face her guest. And found a pair of what had to be 44 DD or larger breasts facing her. April had shed her coat; apparently there had been nothing beneath it. Her breath sucked in sharply. Damn the girl, she knows I like big boobs. Mandy's tongue froze in her mouth. April brought out a sprig of mistletoe, holding it over an erect nipple nearly the size of her fingertip. "Kiss kiss, Mandy." Mandy began to lick and suck at the breast; hands removed her robe from her shoulders. She smothered the flesh with kisses; putting everything she and Sandra had together you wouldn't get one of these monsters. April pulled her to the bedroom and lay back; Mandy climbed on top, never taking her mouth away from the firm flesh. April was massaging her breasts, playing with the rings in both nipples. Mandy bit and tugged, roughly running her tongue over the offered breast. It was magnificent. Her hands wandered over the other woman's body, finding April moist and receptive. Then their hands entangled; April sat up, forcing Mandy back on her haunches. They interlaced fingers, April drawing her hands up high while their tongues intertwined. It took a half a moment to register; far too late to react. The cuffs snapped on her wrists. Again. April enfolded Mandy's face in her breasts, a small comfort as she felt the cuffs tightening. Damn. I even put them in – I use these on her! She felt the small breasts of Sandra, her lover, press into her back as hands gently massaged her sore bottom. "You treacherous bitch," Mandy muttered over the nipple in her mouth. "You set me up." She nearly came undone as a hand firmly slapped her bottom. "Your mouth is only to worship these fine breasts, you ungrateful slut." Another slap. Damn, Sandra is getting into this. "Always whining about wanting bigger nipples, bigger breasts." Her fingers were kneading the inflamed flesh roughly, evoking whimpers from Mandy. "I have had it up to here with your attitude, carrot top." The hand smacked hard onto her tender ass again. "You've been a very bad girl, firebutt." Sandra's breath roared in Mandy's ear, then Sandra bit down on her earlobe. Mandy shuddered but kept sucking on those nipples, worshiping the the breasts. Sandra moved behind her, sliding underneath Mandy's legs. Her tongue darted into the soft folds around Mandy's clit, working her over, bringing her up to the edge. Fingers darted into Mandy's pussy, teasing and squeezing. Another finger poked into her ass; the first hand found her g-spot and caused a rippling orgasm to tear through Mandy. Then Sandra withdrew. Sandra whispered in April's ear quietly and the huge-breasted woman backed just out of the reach of Mandy's mouth. "Since you did not appreciate your gift, you get to watch." Sandra hooked cuffs on Mandy's legs, then tied them to the posts. A gag stopped any appeals and complaints. Sandra pulled out a vibrator and put it in Mandy. "Don't drop this, I won't replace it. I'm going to be busy." Mandy was suspended at an angle above the bed. She thrashed and struggled to no avail. Sandra then pulled Angie down into a 69 beneath her lover's body. The two women twisted, moaned, and came under Mandy's eyes. Sandra looked up and smiled at her while eating the busty blonde's pussy. The vibrator hummed and brought her off; her anger and frustration amplifying the orgasm when it arrived. Sandra walked Angie to the door, a last kiss on each breast, and then she was gone. Sandra picked up her own coat. "B'bye, firebutt. Someone will be by for you later." She flounced out of the room. Mandy thrashed and cursed into the gag, angrier than ever before. Oh, she was going to make that little slut pay, and pay for a long time. She stewed until she heard the door open. "My, my, that is quite the predicament." William. Fuck me. She sent William. "Would you like some help, lovely?" Of course you insufferable bastard. Mandy nodded her head vigorously. "Here, this should help." His hands found her pussy and began their magic. She yelled curses into the gag until she came so hard she passed out. Morning again. Damn. She was in a nightshirt; her butt still stung, and she needed to pee. Mandy moved to the shower, cleaned up, and went to the kitchen. The coffee was ready again. First drink the coffee, then be pissed at the little conniving bitch. The bear claws tasted divine. Two roses; dare she read the note? Twelve Nights Ch. 03 Part 3 "On the third day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Three college boys, and an orgasm with her tongue. -S." OK, this can be dealt with. Don't leave the house, Mandy. Don't open the door, Mandy. Don't trust anyone, Mandy. That little devious cunt of a lover has been way too crafty in tying you up and screwing with your head. You just need to hide out here behind your deadbolt and wait it out. Right? But she has keys! Stay here and be trapped. Nope, not gonna happen to this girl. Mandy's fingers were driving her along to orgasm, her ass up in the air, still red two days after the paddling. Yep, go somewhere. Gotta hide out. Another orgasm rippled through her body. Mandy finally got out of bed around noon. Wraparound skirt, check. Thong so nothing was on her ass. Bra, blouse, overcoat, shoes. Out the door and off to the mall. Heh, try and find my butt here. I am so going to take this out of her hide when I catch her. She is so fucked. Mandy stopped in front of the Victoria's Secret in the Galleria. Something pink and frilly should do the trick. Yep, that is a start on the revenge – dress sexy and say no. In the store we go. Mandy picked out a teddy, four thongs, a lacy bra, and a dress that would get her arrested in several states. She flirted with the clerk, just a bit, and went out into the mall. She saw it, stopped, and let out a whoop. "It" was a brand new convertible. People were standing in line to fill out entries in the raffle. Mandy pushed into the crowd and bought a half dozen chances at $10 each. In her favorite color, a metallic red the color of cherries. Her tongue touched the center of her lips; she was glad she had new panties, 'cause the ones she had on were a lost cause. She finished with the card, the crowd all around her. It eased to the right; she went that way. Right past the "under construction/coming soon" sign. Too late she saw William in front of her. He was facing her, not three steps away. She stopped dead in her tracks. Just like he wanted. Damn. Two sets of hands reached out from the doorway to her left and pulled her inside. Mandy was kicking and trying to bite, scream, whatever. A gag covered her mouth and cuffs stilled her legs and arms. And there she was. Sandra. "I was worried you wouldn't get here quickly enough, love." She kissed Mandy softly on the cheeks and forehead. "We almost had to come get you, didn't we boys?" Mandy looked at the three young men around her lover. "I hope you enjoy your present, doll." A mattress on the floor in the center of the room, chains on each corner. The boys carried her struggling form to the bed, clipping her wrists and ankles to separate corners. She was crying; she was also completely soaked. Sandra stripped her down while the boys took off their own clothing. Mandy's eyes followed each boy. None were small, nor small in the other way. All about 6'; probably 170-190. Someone screened for size; they were all at least 8". A whisper in her ear, "I picked them out just for you, firebutt. Seventeen applicants. All those blowjobs, swallowing all that come just for you, firebutt. I'm taking out your gag – you'll need your mouth." She unstrapped the gag, then kissed Mandy passionately. "I love you, firebutt. I'll be right there, watching." With that, Sandra moved to a chair next to the bed. The three boys closed in on her. "Kiss her all over, boys. She likes it." The boys did as instructed; they lingered on her pussy and breasts but the whole of her front had been covered by lips. These three were no slouches; she'd had at least one orgasm and two near misses from their attention. Then the serious stuff started. Two lifted her body and unchained her legs, allowing the third to slide under her. She knew what came next; lots of lube. She started coming when he got all the way inside her bottom. The second boy wasted no time climbing on; once he was in the two moved in unison. She was stuffed full. Boy three straddled her chest and fed her his cock. She sucked it, savoring the taste. The boys were pumping and she was giving back as best she could. First to pop was the boy on the bottom. Her ass was that good. She smiled around the cock in her mouth; one down. Wrong. Butt boy slid out and began to stroke himself hard again. A brief pause while the three moved about. The one who had been in her mouth moved to her pussy; pussy boy slid under and into her ass while butt boy lubed her breasts and began stroking. She brought her head up so she could lick the tip of his cock at the top of his movement. Then she heard Sandra's voice quietly calling, "One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four." The boys matched her rhythm, in and out at the same moment. The stroking brought her off; the taste and feel of three cocks in her three holes started her coming like fireworks. The time was a blur. Each of the three wild boys shot off within moments. They took a moment to recover, rotated, and started again. And again after that. She was covered in come and sweat when the boys were finally exhausted. Her pussy felt bruised, her ass cheeks were raw from rubbing on the mattress, and her jaw was sore from sucking. The boys had worked over her breasts so she could barely touch them. It felt like heaven. . Sandra dismissed the boys, thanking them for their help. Not surprisingly they said they would be glad to help anytime. Sandra laughed; Mandy filed it away. "Are you going to untie me, you conniving bitch?" "No." Sandra started licking softly on Mandy's breasts. "I have to clean you up first." Her tongue circled, darting along, picking up spatters of come left along her chest. "All the way clean." Mandy started shaking with desire and need. Slowly Sandra worked up and down Mandy's body, avoiding the obvious, dealing with small details. Mandy was nearly out of her mind as Sandra licked her face and deep kissed her. Then came the slow, torturous kisses down her breastbone, to her belly button. A stop to lick and tease the little patch of red fur above her pussy. Mandy moaned and struggled. "Please, please, lover." Mandy was whimpering; Sandra was nearly coming from the helpless sounds being made by her lover. Sandra bent her tongue to the task. Mandy was leaking come from the boys all over. Sandra cleaned her deftly; working through the thrashing orgasm that erupted. Her tongue dove in, taking all traces of the boys from her lover. Then she raised Mandy's butt up; she'd not done this before. A deep breath, cross a threshold. She attacked Mandy's third hole with her tongue and lips, questing for what the boys had left behind. Mandy started thrashing even harder; she'd had to coerce Sandra to even touch her ass or put a finger in! Now her tongue was diving in and swirling around. Mandy came again and again, then her lover finally gave her a short respite. Sandra dragged the tips of her breasts up Mandy's torso, kissing along her breastbone. She gave Mandy another passionate kiss, "I love you." She rose, pulling on clothes puddled next to the chair. "See you tomorrow." She walked to the service entrance, stopped, talked to someone, and left. "Hiya, firebutt." Beth. Good, she couldn't handle William, not now. Beth bent and untied her wrists. "Put this on." A satin lined coat slid over her shoulders. Beth picked up her packages and supported her wobbly-legged friend. "Let's get some dinner doll." Mandy looked at her like she was insane, but nodded agreement. Beth took her to a small Italian place, picking out a table and moving both to the bathroom. She slid the new dress on Mandy's body, "Wow, you are edible." A finger teased her nipple ring. "And this shows very nicely." Mandy couldn't describe the meal, though she was sure it was good. She was worn out. Beth took her home, stripped her down, and put her in bed with a glass of water. She even put some ointment on her still crimson paddle marks. A quick kiss, then off Beth went. Mandy's last thoughts as she fell asleep were of her lover's tongue caressing her whole body. She shuddered without fingering herself and drifted off to sleep. Twelve Nights Ch. 04 Part 4. Mandy stumbled to the kitchen butt naked. The scent of coffee lured her from her bed. She had the good ache that comes from too much sex making her legs wobble slightly. Coffee cup, then pour, then cream and sugar, then open eyes. Damn. Three perfect roses in a vase; a chocolate éclair nearly a foot long and oozing fresh whipped filling; and that little envelope with a lipstick imprint over the fold. She wiped the last drop of cream from the side of her mouth as her hands opened the card – better to know what was coming, after all. "On the fourth day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Four public showings, and an orgasm from her tongue. Don't bother getting dressed, firebutt. -S." She dropped the card. That presumptuous minx! Mandy shuddered from anger. She won't show my naked ass off, not in this weather, not a chance. Her fingers twisted over her clit, bringing up an orgasm. I'll show her, she's wrong, not a chance. She slipped to her knees, unable to stand because of the throes of the climax tearing through her body. She was so far gone; she didn't hear the door open, didn't see the others gathering around her. She sat back gasping for breath and they took her hands, cuffing them behind her back, tying off the elbows. Her head jerked up as the reality finally registered. Sandra was right there, in front of her. Smiling, the little bitch. "Glad my notes have that effect on you, lover." Sandra took her head with both hands and kissed her aggressively. "I told you guys she wouldn't fight it." William's chuckle and Beth's silvery laughter rang out in counterpoints. Mandy started to sputter and curse. "Bitch. You're gonna pay for this. You conniving slut, I'm gonna make you scream for mercy. I'm…" Another kiss covered her mouth, then as they parted a finger restrained her lips laying softly across them. "I know," Sandra's eyes were sparkling, "I can't wait to see how angry you'll be after I'm done with your cute little butt." She opened her coat, showing the same black corset and stockings she'd worn three nights ago. Mandy's mouth watered and her pussy tingled with anticipation. Sandra closed the coat, then pulled out a collar for Mandy. The broad leather restraint was lined in satin, soft against her skin. A silver chain was clipped to the buckle. "Let me go get your carriage, dear lady." William being gallant? What is the world coming to now? Beth had bent down, helping Mandy get into her knee high boots. They had fur around the top; the joke had been that the red faux-fox matched her other fur exactly. Sandra walked towards the door; Mandy balked. "Um, I'm naked here." SMACK. Mandy came up off the floor. Beth had smacked her with a damn paddle! "I told you she'd need the other chains, Sandra." Sandra turned and sighed. "I had hoped for better, firebutt." She approached with a tangle of five silver strands. One clip went on her nipple ring. Sandra took the other erect nipple and placed a silver band with tiny, sharp nubs around the periphery of the stiff nub. Tightened down, it holds a second chain still. The chain to her collar is moved to a central ring; the third line from the ring goes to the collar. The last two chains hold Mandy's attention. One ends in a silver ball, about two inches across. Sandra goes behind Mandy and begins to rub something slippery on Mandy's anus. The ball is cold and has something inside that jiggles and vibrates in response to movement. Mandy feels her ass open up to the intrusion and then slam shut. She gasps as the ball jiggles, wiggling her ass and starting to cream from the sheer outrageousness of the situation. Sandra comes around to her front, testing the four chains. "One left." She drops to her knees and runs her tongue on Mandy's clit. Mandy lets out a screech and starts coming. Deft fingers trap her clit; the last clip snaps shut on the hood, pressing some smooth protuberance against her nub. Mandy comes down and finds the pressure intensely distracting. "All done." A tug on the chain, all four erotic ties pull and twist. Mandy drops to her knees and nearly wets herself. Beth helps her to her feet and whispers in her ear, "I knew you'd take the hard way." Mandy hears the paddle swish and feels it crack against her bottom, letting out a yelp. "That's for falling down, firebutt. I love smacking your cute ass." Shit. Now Beth is getting off on this. I thought she'd be safe. Sandra turns on her heel and starts to walk; Mandy hurries to keep exactly up with her tormentor. Beth is walking behind with that damn paddle and a cloak for Mandy. Mandy is flushing red from her cheeks to the patch of red hair on her pussy. They reach the front door; snow is swirling about outside. Beth throws the cloak over Mandy's shoulders; it doesn't have any catch except at the neck. The chain glitters out from the front, then Sandra is off again, walking to a big, black SUV. William is holding the door for them. Sandra in first, then Mandy. Beth climbs in the front, then William is in his seat. "First stop, please." They stopped at a park entrance. "All ashore what's going ashore." William's humor. Beth opened the door for her, she got out with Sandra close behind. The wind had settled, but there was snow on the ground. Sandra kissed Mandy's cheek. "Time for a walk, pet." She was giggling. Beth whipped off the cloak. "See you guys on the other side!" She hopped in the SUV and it sped off. Mandy didn't even notice the cold; she was shocked. And then Sandra started walking casually, holding the chain. Mandy followed, feeling the cold air on her skin, her breath showing in the air. The sun was shining! She was naked in a Chicago park, on a chain, with her lover strutting like a model on the runway. She was soaked, the wetness chilling her, exciting her, driving her insane. They reached the other side of the park and she could feel the people watching them. Strangers' eyes watched the two women; the brunette in a long black coat, and the pale, naked redhead with her arms bound and the white boots with red fur trim. The SUV pulled up, Beth climbing out. Sandra got in first, Mandy following. The warmth of the interior flooded into her senses. "Second stop, please." Mandy was rubbing her pussy on the seat, making the ball in her ass jiggle and the nub against her clit rub. She shook into an orgasm, unable to believe what she had just done. A second park, larger than the first, appeared outside the tinted window. The SUV pulled to the curb. Beth popped out again, opening the door. Mandy didn't have to be told, she hopped out into the cold, feeling her nipples harden and her clit stiffen against the bindings. She started quaking as Sandra started walking her on the path. She didn't register the SUV pulling away; her whole attention was on the chains and her arousal. They strode along, mistress and pet, through the park. A jogger came by, stopped. The woman stared at the two of them, open mouthed. Sandra walked up to her. "Hi, how are you doing?" The jogger was in sweats; maybe twenty-five, dark hair and lovely green eyes. "Um, what kinda, what sort," the woman's tongue couldn't form the question. Sandra opened her coat, revealing the corset and her nipples, the long stockings framing her shaved pussy. "My lovely slave has misbehaved, would you like to spank her?" Sandra took the girl's hand, placing a paddle in it from a pocket in the coat. The girl moved in a trance. Mandy found herself leaning forward, presenting her red bottom to the girl. "Feel the warmth of these welts." Sandra's took the gloves off the other woman's hands, then moved the bare skin over Mandy's red bottom. SMACK. The paddle came down once. SMACK. Again, the woman sighing and breathing raggedly. SMACK. "Thank the nice lady, slave." "Thank you lady, may I serve you, lady?" SMACK. That one from Sandra. "Presumptuous wench." But her cloak came off, settled over the snow. Mandy knelt on it as Sandra moved the other woman forward and pulled down the sweatpants, shorts, and panties. The woman shivered, shook. Mandy buried her face in the offered snatch. The girl's sweat was salty; her arousal sweet. Mandy quickly brought her off. "Thank you, lady." Sandra helped the woman pull her pants back up, gave her a small kiss. Mandy got back to her feet. Sandra continued on the path, pulling Mandy along. The other woman leaned against a tree, knees weak, furiously rubbing her hand down inside her pants. "Mistress, I have to pee." Sandra turned, then smiled. Uh-oh. Mandy's mind registered the mistake even as she saw the grin go evil and the twinkle in Sandra's eye. Off the trail, next to a tree. "This looks fine." Mandy shuddered, less from cold than the sheer embarrassment. Sandra knew Mandy was wild about just about anything. But Mandy still locked the bathroom door to pee. She began to sob as she squatted down in front of her lover, in broad daylight in a park. She had to struggle; when it started she felt not only the release of pressure but a small climax passed through her. She looked up at the smiling face of her lover and was quivering even more. "Good girl, my love." Sandra stroked her hair as the last dribbles came out. A whisper, "I'm so proud of you." Then the last hundred yards; out the park gate with traffic and pedestrians passing by. She felt the eyes on her nudity and bindings; she strutted to the car like a superstar. Sandra walked proudly next to her. Beth held the door, smiling broadly. Mandy knew people stopped and stared; she could see them gaping. Into the car, warm again. Beth closing the door, William darting the bulky vehicle into the traffic. Mandy started to giggle, leaning over to kiss Sandra. Sandra kissed back, tasting the jogger's juices on Mandy's lips. Mandy beat Sandra to the punch. "Stop three, big boy." William started to chuckle; Beth laughed out loud. "Food it is, you attention whore." The restaurant was in a nice area. Three in the afternoon was too early for a crowd. Beth had wrapped the cloak around her in the parking lot. They came in the door; the hostess was polite but very curious. Luckily William drew her attention. His 6'2 muscled frame drew female attention without fail. They went to a table near the back, past only one or two occupied tables. The waitress came over to take their orders; William motioned her close, whispering. He passed her something and nodded to Beth. The waitress straightened up, blushing. "I'm Natalie, I'll be your waitress today." The words were forced, her legs pressing together and nipples rising against the material of her bra and blouse. "Can I get you anything to drink?" Beth and Sandra took off their coats; Sandra smiled and asked for sweet tea. Beth was naked under her coat except for a gold and diamond choker. She wanted coffee. Sandra removed Mandy's cloak, eliciting a gasp at her bindings from Natalie. William asked for coffee to cover the pause. Sandra told Natalie to make it two teas. Natalie wrote something on her pad and turned, leaving menus behind. William's eyes followed her, "She's soaked her panties already." All three girls quickly looked and saw the wet spot in the waitress' pants, visible from behind. Everyone started laughing. The late lunch lasted until four; Sandra and Beth taking turns feeding Mandy bites of food. They didn't untie her. Natalie kept lingering in the area, staring and rubbing herself. The wet spot remained visible, grew. The meal ended, William standing and holding coats for first Beth, then Sandra. Mandy was helped to her feet, then of her own volition moved close to Natalie. "If you give him your number, we can come for you later, sweetie." She kissed the girl on the lips, diving her tongue in. "You know you want to." Sandra led her towards the front door, Beth in the lead with the car keys. William stayed back to pay the bill. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Natalie write something on her pad and give it to William. Mandy licked her lips. The other patrons stared, one of the wait staff dropped a tray, and the hostess' eyes were the size of saucers. Beth stopped and kissed the hostess before going out the door. The girl's hands went to her pussy and started moving involuntarily. They fled to the car, full of giggles. William followed at a dignified pace. "On to number four." Sandra's voice was breathless, her cheeks flushed. Mandy could see her green eyes glowing from the excitement. Beth had her feet propped on the dash and was diddling herself; William kept his eyes on the road with difficulty. They arrived at the last spot, a swank hotel on the lakefront. William got out first, the girls following. Sandra whispered in Mandy's ear, "He set this one up, it's a surprise to me, too." Mandy felt the quiver of dread and the excitement from anticipation. William walked up to the bar entry, talked with a man at the door, then motioned to the girls. "This is Eddie; he runs the bar. Eddie, this is Beth, Sandra, and Mandy." Eddie was around 50, heavy, but still handsome. His hair had gone salt and pepper; he smelled of vanilla, musk, and pipe smoke. Beth lingered and talked with Eddie while Sandra led Mandy across the bar. William stopped at the grand piano in the corner. He pulled a cloth pad out and laid it center on the open space. He turned to Sandra, "Set her up here, feet at this end – arms up there." Mandy's cloak slipped off her shoulders, her arms finally came undone. William lifted her like a child to the piano top; she laid back without complaint, her buns centered on the cloth. William fastened something to her ankles, then tied her wrists out wide. He propped a pillow under her head so she could see the bar. Sandra had shed her coat at some point. She sat next to the piano, casually holding Mandy's hand. One bartender had not moved since the cloak fell. The other prodded him to get back to work, saying the show would be there all night. The two waitresses working came over together. "Scotch for me, a strawberry margarita, frozen, for the lady in black, another for my lady at the door, and a chocolate orgasm, with straw, for my decorations." One turned to put in the order, the other remained by the side of the piano. "Can I… can I touch her?" William nodded to Sandra, "You have to ask the young lady here." William cracked his knuckles once and started playing the piano; Christmas songs. The waitress came over and knelt in front of Sandra. Her cheek was touching the inside of Sandra's knee when she spoke, "Mistress, may I touch your displayed slave?" Beth came bouncing over, coat gone and eyes glowing she plopped down on a big, fuzzy pillow next to the piano bench. "Yes, you may after you pay the toll. One kiss." Sandra's voice was nearly choking. The girl moved her head forward, placing a kiss on Sandra's engorged clit. "Thank you, mistress." Sandra was squeezing Mandy's hand, the other holding the chain, taking all her self control not to start diddling herself right there and then. The girl slid back, stood up, and ran her fingers along Mandy's labia. She withdrew a damp finger and seductively sucked it clean. Her eyes sparkled. Mandy squirmed. "Mistress, I will be back to ask the cost to eat her when my shift ends." She bounced back to the bar, then mischievously offered the damp finger to one bartender. Mandy started giggling at his reaction; it looked like he was coming in his pants. The drinks came and they began to relax. The piano vibrated with the music, keeping Mandy on edge. Bar patrons filtered in; many stared at the scene in the corner. Christmas music and a redhead splayed on the piano. William whispered something to Beth, who dug around in his coat. Mandy watched as Beth produced a sprig of mistletoe. She taped it down just above the patch of red hair Mandy left on her pussy. "Perfect," pronounced William. He started a rendition of "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus." The party started suddenly. The bartender who kept his control walked over with a bottle of butter shots and grin. "Body shots?" Sandra nodded, and the ten or fifteen patrons followed. The songs were sung, drinks drunk, tongues trailed over Mandy. The waitress came up at nine, her shift over. "What's the charge to eat her?" Assured, calm. Sandra brought her in for a kiss, whispered something in her ear. "No orgasm, that's it? Done." Mandy started, staring over at Sandra. The wicked grin was back. The waitress slid onto the piano and began nibbling and sucking to applause and encouragement. She brought Mandy up to the edge, but not over, several times. It was a horrible tease. Beth had hold of the bartender, stroking him with her hands. His pants were at his knees and he was desperate. Beth was whispering in his ear. Mandy kept watching, wondering what Beth was up to. The clock struck ten. William stood up. "End of my set, folks. Thank Eddie for the entertainment." He gave a short bow. "One last act, please back up and give her space." He held his hand out to Sandra, helping her stand on the end of the piano between Mandy's legs. Mandy looked over at the bartender Beth was toying with, ignoring her own peril. He was naked, on all fours. Beth was stroking his cock and had three fingers pistoning in his ass. The waitresses were both watching intently – it looked like Beth was holding class. Then her attention came back to her lover. Sandra had dropped down and begun to lick Mandy's pussy. It only took a moment or three for the first ripping orgasm to start. One orgasm piled into another. A brief lucid moment revealed half a dozen people, men and women, masturbating. The bartender was eating out a waitress while the other one had replaced Beth, stroking and finger banging him. Beth was across the way, kneeling in front of Eddie. His face was straining, showing how close Beth had him. Above her head a woman in a dress was riding William's lap. Her attention came back to her lover after a nip on her clit, then another powerful orgasm with fingers in her bottom and stroking her g-spot. Sandra untied her at 11, replaced the chains and helped her to her feet. The bar had become a den of debauchery. The door was closed; Eddie had a woman bent over the bar. The bartender Beth had seduced was in the midst of five people; a woman he was fucking, a man in his ass, another man in his mouth, and two others stroking off. His face was somewhere between agony and heaven. The other bartender was sandwiched between the waitresses. Sandra's coat was on, Mandy's cloak over her arm. Beth was clinging to William's arm, her coat undone. William waved to Eddie as they walked out. Eddie flipped him off in return, not missing a stroke. They walked out to the car in the cold night air. Mandy saw the people stare, returning a satisfied look at them. William drove them to the apartment. Beth went to the kitchen while Sandra took Mandy to the bedroom. The two began to cuddle softly, sexed out for the night. William poked his head in the door. "See you in the morning." Was that a threat? Mandy's body curled into her lover. Screw it. Tomorrow's tomorrow. She suddenly thought of Sandra. She hasn't come today! Mandy slid lower and began to work on her lover's pussy. Sandra squirmed and moaned, struggling against her lover's lips. Mandy drove her over the edge three or four times, then snuggled up again, satisfied. The smaller woman sighed deeply, sleeping with her head on Mandy's shoulder. Both began to drift off to sleep. Mandy's last thought was of William's parting statement. What is coming tomorrow? And she drifted off to sleep. Twelve Nights Ch. 05 Part 5. Mandy awoke to an empty bed. She heard singing in the kitchen; Sandra must be in there. The alarm clock said 9 am. Shit, late for work. She slouched into the kitchen and then stood straight upright. Beth held out a coffee cup, already prepared. Sandra was sitting at the small table, digging into an omelet and singing Christmas songs. What stopped Mandy was the sight of William in a small apron at the stove, flipping eggs. No one was wearing anything other than that apron. "How you want your eggs, lovely?" Mandy couldn't talk; it was too incredible. William was about as domestic as a T. Rex. Beth poked her in the ribs. "You better talk to him; he gets in these moods once a blue moon." Mandy had known William for longer; she had never spent the night with him, though. She slid into a chair. "Make mine over easy, please." The table held a vase with four roses; the card was at her place setting, waiting like a viper. Her hand trembled as she reached for it; the only noise that continued was William cooking. Beth and Sandra were staring at her, both with predatory grins. She ripped into the card to get past the looks. "On the fifth day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Five golden rings, and an orgasm with her tongue. -S." "Five golden rings? Isn't that how the song goes?" Mandy was briefly confused. She reread the note, "How does this work?" Sandra got up, moved close to Mandy and kissed her softly. Her hands began working the nipple ring softly. Mandy was proud of that ring – it had stung like a bitch to get and everyone loved playing with it. Mandy undid the clasp, "Hey, what're you doin'?" Sandra's fingers threaded a new ring behind the old, replacing the plain silver hoop with a different one. A gold one; with two diamonds in small settings. "One golden ring." She smiled shyly at Mandy. William, seemingly oblivious to the whole affair, slid a plate with two eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast in front of Mandy. Beth smiled into her coffee cup. Mandy kissed Sandra while tears rolled down both their faces. "Oh good lord," William sounded exasperated, "should I get a stack of towels for the next four. Eat, damn it. You're going to need your strength. And you," he pointed a spatula at Beth, "I heard that thought. Domestic deity I am not." He started whipping eggs for another omelet. Sandra separated from Mandy, "You need to get dressed, firebutt. The black wrap skirt, sheer black blouse and your pumps. We leave at 11." She turned back to her breakfast. Beth smiled, "I have it easier. I just have to put on my boots." She giggled, rose, and walked behind William quietly as he was folding the omelet. He moved the spatula away from the eggs and she grabbed his butt with both hands. He didn't even move. Beth's hands slipped under the apron. He moved then, a little. He moved the eggs from pan to plate, rounded on Beth. She kept one hand under the apron. The spatula was brandished like a war weapon. Mandy and Sandra started giggling as Beth's eyes went round and she turned to flee. No chance at all. William caught her in two steps, captured her hands, and paddled her butt half a dozen times with the spatula eliciting squeaks and protests. The apron hung like a pup tent over his erection. Sandra got up, moved to the bedroom. Mandy finished her eggs and followed. Sandra was putting on a lace dress; she already had on five inch heels. Her hair was styled nicely; she must've been up a while. Sandra came up and kissed her shoulder, copped a quick feel, and picked up the clothes that were set out for her. The squeaks of indignation from the other room had changed to moans and cries of passion. She and Sandra exchanged a look and started laughing again. They came out ten minutes later. Beth was sprawled on the floor, disheveled and leaking come out of her pussy. William was eating his omelet calmly next to the stove. "Lend a girl a hand?" Sandra went over to Beth, then suddenly dove down, licking and biting on her pussy. Mandy started to laugh; William grinned and winked at her. He finished his meal and began to dress slowly and deliberately. The two squealing girls on the floor disentangled, both staring, like Mandy, at the slow reverse strip. No movement wasted; shirt on, done; boxer briefs pulled up slowly; slacks on, belt fastened. His hands tied the tie in an exact manner, one time and perfect. He smiled at the girls, bowing. Mandy had never been turned on by someone dressing before; she wanted to rip his clothes back off, fuck him, and watch again. The other two looked at her in agreement. He'd be at their mercy at some point. They had to plan. On to today's business. Mandy saw him get that glassy look, knew they'd fail. Oh, well; it'll be fun to try. Beth pulled on her coat, still sweaty from the sex. Sandra pulled on hers and offered the cloak from last night to Mandy. She wrapped it about and they all went downstairs. William brought up the SUV; they piled in. Sandra leaned forward, whispering something to William. He nodded and off they went. Mandy lost track of direction; they pulled up in front of a shop in the 'burbs. Out they got, moving into a disreputable looking tattoo and piercing shop. Mandy started to worry a bit. William stood near the door, Beth and Sandra took an arm each. A man came out from the back, saw William, and nodded. He turned and smiled to the girls. "Hello, ladies. Here for the noon appointment a bit early, I see." He was overweight, grey, and balding. He was also huge, taller than William, dressed in jeans and a leather vest. He had numerous tattoos, most obscene. He motioned to a barber's chair in the center of the room. "Have a seat, miss." Mandy climbed into the seat, her stomach quivering. The man motioned to Sandra, who produced a small velvet bag. Beth undid the front of her coat; the shop was warm. Sandra took hers off. "Left ear first, doll." The man rubbed something over the edge of her ear, then a sharp pain. The ring slid in; it matched the one in her nipple. "Two," whispered Sandra in her ear. "Right ear." The same method, the same result. Fast, almost painless. "Three." Mandy started to relax. Beth reached out and lifted her shirt up. Relaxation out the door. Mandy looked at Sandra in a quick panic. Sandra smiled and caressed her forehead. "Shhh. It'll be all right, lover." The man pulled out a jar of some cream, dipped in his little finger, and placed a touch on the already hard nipple. Deep heat made her nipple stand up in reaction; so hard it was painful. The old biker deftly pierced her other nipple; another beautiful gold ring adorned her right nipple, now matching the left. "Four," Mandy started to squirm, knowing what was coming next. Sandra stepped in front of her, holding out a hand to the biker. He put something in the outstretched palm. Sandra held it in front of Mandy's face; a golden circle, with a pair of pearls near the top. "All for you, lover, five golden rings." Beth lowered her shirt and opened the skirt. The man dabbed a touch of the cream on her already erect clit. "Hood or parts, dearie?" "Hood, please." Sandra spoke for Mandy; her mouth was dry even as her pussy was dripping. "She sure is ready. OK, here we go." His hands were deft, quick. The needle went in and he waited while Mandy thrashed and dripped come on the seat. "Glad I got vinyl seats. Girls creamin' on 'em all the time. Only Prince Alberts are worse." Mandy settled and he worked the ring in place of the needle. "There, that weren't so bad now, was it?" Mandy's eyes were full of tears, but the feeling was indescribable. She looked at each of the girls and smiled. They smiled back, kissing away the tears. She then shot a look at William. He was the only one who knew. He grinned. The old biker got up, walked over to William. "One hour?" William peeled ten $100 bills off a wad from his pocket. "This should cover your expenses Mike. Thanks." Mike looked at the bills. "Mind if I stay and watch?" William shook his head. "I don't mind at all." The two men settled back against the wall. Mandy's stomach clenched. Sandra moved in front of her and dropped to her knees. She looked at Mandy lovingly, then kissed up her thighs to the leaking pussy. Mandy watched William and Mike before her clit demanded other attention. She saw that Beth was doing the same. The orgasm built slowly, Sandra avoiding the new piercing but working her over firmly and with urgent need. The rolling orgasm started; Sandra kept her there for three climaxes. Beth held her hand the entire time. When it was done, Sandra helped her out of the seat. Beth and Sandra supported Mandy's wobbly legs out to the car. William shook hands with Mike, some other deal not involving the women. He popped in the SUV and drove them out of town. They pulled up three hours later at a bed and breakfast in some little town. William got out of the car passing the keys to Beth. "Be back at nightfall, doll." He grinned, continuing, "There's a shopping center about two miles up this road." A wad of bills in Beth's hand. "Buy what you need for the night. I'll take care of the rooms." He turned and went up the walk. Beth slid into the driver's seat and put the SUV in gear. The shopping center was just that; small and quiet. The girls rolled in like a storm. They hit the little lingerie shop first. Beth pinned the salesgirl to the counter while the other two played grab-ass and suck-tits choosing bras and panties. Beth switched with Mandy, chose a sheer teddy and a dress that had see-through panels. The clerk charged them for about half the items; she was still glassy eyed and wobbly from having her pussy eaten by pros. They went into the movie theater. Beth and Sandra assaulted the girl and boy behind the refreshments counter; they left with a pair of panties and a set of boxers as trophies. Mandy had the underwear of a couple in the theater. She'd let him fuck her while she ate the girl to a screaming orgasm. They flounced out of the theater with coats open and nothing underneath. On the way back a local cop pulled them over. Beth had opened her coat "to look for ID". The three of them had worked the poor deputy over, Sandra kissing him, Beth rimming him, and Mandy deep-throating his cock. They left him on the side of the road, pants around his ankles, spent. The B&B loomed large, they pulled into the drive. Coming in the door they called out, "William, here boy," at the top of their lungs, laughing. He appeared, serious, at the top of the stairs. A woman appeared at the doorway on their level; she was naked behind a full apron. "Hi, girls! William has told me about you." She was in her 30's, full figured, with nice breasts and full hips. "Breakfast is at seven, you have a full day ahead." She approached Sandra, "This is your key, the Sapphic room." She turned and looked at Beth. "You are with him in the De Sade suite. I'm jealous." A flounce and her bare bottom disappeared into another room. "Beth," his voice a command. Beth went to all fours, dropping her coat and climbing the stairs with head bowed low. From this angle Mandy and Sandra could see the grin of anticipation on her face, normally hidden. They followed her up the stair, turning to a room marked by two female forms in a 69. "Must be the Sapphic room, firebutt." Sandra darted inside with Mandy in hot pursuit. Hours later the two couples fell asleep, resting for the day ahead. Twelve Nights Ch. 06 Part 6. Mandy stretched out, her new piercings aching with the aftermath of broken flesh. She pulled on a robe and moved downstairs at the B&B, following the scent of coffee and bacon. The kitchen was occupied by the lady of the house, Beth, William, Sandra, and a pair of wolfhounds. The table had a vase with five roses and an envelope. William was drinking some sort of tea; Sandra and Beth had the decency of drinking coffee. Mandy barely registered the lack of clothing; it was becoming normal to find naked people at breakfast. She slid into her seat and snatched the envelope up. "On the sixth day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Six dildoes fucking, and an orgasm from my lover's tongue. - S. Mandy looked up at Sandra, a question in her eyes. William stepped up behind her, "Easy or hard to the torment, wench?" Mandy sighed. "After I eat?" "That's fine," Sandra took a bite of a Belgian waffle covered in strawberries. "You'll need your strength." She smiled slyly. Mandy finished her breakfast quickly, wanting the promised gift. William grinned as Mandy rose and walked to the dining room. Sandy followed behind; Beth brought a case from upstairs. Mandy walked slowly, trying to tease her lover. Sandra tickled her red bottom, teasing nails along the welts from days prior. Mandy wiggled and fled, moving into the room. She stopped, seeing how the table had been set. Straps were secured to broad cuffs the top corners of the table. Another pair of cuffs dangled from a trapeze above the table edge. William grasped her arms and frog marched her to the table. He efficiently tied her arms to the table. A strap around her belly held her hips down. Her ankles were strapped to the trapeze, leaving her sex at the edge of the table. Her pussy was on fire; she was dripping onto a towel laid over the carpet. The woman from the night prior had a strap-on; it was William's girth, maybe a half inch shorter. Three other women with strap-ons were around the bed. Each grinned at her discomfort. Mandy turned to Sandra, frozen as Beth knelt in front of her lover, holding up a huge toy in offering. It was a foot long, ribbed, and nearly three inches across. The first woman stepped up, her faux-schlong about seven inches in length. She wiggled her hips suggestively, then plunged the plastic into Mandy's pussy. Mandy started thrashing, the plastic schlong working in her sex, finding sensitive points. Then Beth settled over her face, lowering her pussy onto Mandy's face, Mandy started shuddering, coming from the attention and Beth's sweet snatch over her face. As soon as she settled down from the first, another larger plastic phallus took its place. A blonde this time, thrusting her fake penis into Mandy's cunny, working hard. Beth gave a sigh, sliding off as Mandy reached a second climax. Sandra slipped on to Mandy's face as another plastic schlong took its place in line. Mandy began licking furiously; the dildo in her cunny had studs along its length and rubbed in interesting places. Se started thrashing about five minutes in to the stroking. Sandra shuddered and splashed her juices across Mandy's face. She gave way to one of the other women. Someone was spreading lube on her ass; number four began to piston in and out of her backside. The woman on her face slid off, allowing another to get on in a 69 position. Her ass was filled, her sensitive clit was licked and toyed with. The new jewelry rubbed in a strange fashion, the pearls against the nub of her clit. She shook and quaked; the dildo in her ass withdrawing slowly. And it stopped for a moment. She heard William talking softly to Beth, explaining something. Mandy opened her eyes, felt them go wide. Her lover had a harness around her slender hips. A pair of dildoes were fitted to the harness; the huge twelve-incher she'd seen before and a smaller nine-inch below, with nubs and a rotating tip. Sandra was moving gingerly towards Mandy – that was what William was explaining. There were two prongs extending from the harness into her lover. Mandy's mouth was dry but her pussy was dripping. The four other women were watching intently. Sandra slid forward, placing the larger phallus against Mandy's sopping entry. Beth had moved forward, supporting the bottom toy as Sandra worked the monster into her lover. It was amazing. The second toy crept inside her ass. Beth moved away, standing in front of William. Sandra was shuddering from the two toys inside her; she moved the other pair further inside Mandy, slowly reaching the end of her stroke where Mandy could take no more. Mandy was shuddering, crying, whimpering. And coming like crazy. Sandra pulled outwards, backing away; Mandy's hips followed her to the end of her restraints. Sandra reversed, plunging back in a little quicker. Mandy's breath escaped in a long cry of passion. Out again, whimpers and pleas for it to return. The pace quickened. Mandy's voice alternated from incoherent moans of pleasure to strident cries for "more, harder, faster." Sandra plunged through her own orgasm, body shaking and arms collapsing. Her hips moved of their own volition, pounding the toys in and out of her lover. A second orgasm ripped through Sandra; Mandy shook in response to the motion transmitted through the toys joining the women. Sandra was pulled out of Mandy gently, the toys unstrapped from her hips by a kneeling Beth. Two women unbound Mandy's legs and slid her up the table. William held Sandra until she was steady. The audience applauded the show quietly. Sandra crept forward onto the table, legs wobbly. She started lavishing kisses on Mandy's abused sex. Her tongue explored Mandy's ass, softly comforting the red and swollen ring of flesh. Up the kisses flowed, tongue moving inside the swollen labia, delving deep for the sweet juices of her lover. The trail of kisses came to the golden ring. Mandy's clit was hugely engorged. Sandra licked her nub, closing teeth gently over the erect flesh. Mandy came undone, pulling against the chains binding her. She went rigid, muscles twitching uncontrolled through her whole body. As the spasms subsided, Mandy became aware of Sandra's body laying along her whole length. A soft kiss on her lips, tasting of her own juices. "I love you, firebutt." Both women drifted off to sleep right there, one resting alongside the bound other on top of the table. Twelve Nights Ch. 07 Part 7. Mandy stretched like a cat, responding to something tickling her feet. Sandra was sitting at her feet, running a feather over Mandy's toes. "Hey, stop that… It tickles." Sandra smiled shyly, "I know, grumpy. It's time for breakfast. I had to do this or start playing with you; I think this is more likely to get you out of bed. And I'm hungry." She bounced off the bed and to the door, completely naked and uncaring. She paused at the door, "If you catch me before the kitchen table you can spank me… firebutt." Sandra dashed out the door. Mandy came off the bed in a rush, scrambling for the door. That little minx deserves a good thrashing. I can catch her. Mandy scrambled down the stairs three steps behind Sandra, just a little out of reach. They flew through the dining room and Sandra hit the brakes, trying to avoid bouncing off William. Mandy caught her, smiling. "No fair, I was in the kitchen." Sandra was sputtering, indignant at her near escape being foiled by William. Beth was sitting on a cushion gingerly while drinking her coffee. She innocently held up a paddle; the look in her eyes was pure evil. Sandra rounded on William, "You did that on purpose!" He smiled. Mandy's hands reflexively covered her butt. "He does everything on purpose, lover." Mandy's voice was very quiet, trying to draw as little attention as possible. "I'd suggest taking your spanking without complaint. He might decide to jump in if you are too mouthy." Mandy slid over to Beth and snatched the offered paddle just before William extended his hand. Mandy stuck her tongue out at William, "That's my butt to spank, sir immovable object. I thank you for your assistance and you may watch." Her whole body shook as she turned to Sandra, putting her backside towards William. "Now for you, you treacherous, lecherous, evil little minx." Sandra started to back away, bit her lip, then stood straight. "Where shall I take my punishment, mistress?" Sandra's voice was quivering; Mandy's body responded to the sound. "Right here on the table, wench." Sandra moved forward, laid her torso on the table and stretched her arms out as if they were bound. She spread her legs to touch the table legs. Mandy's left hand diddled her pussy as she moved up to her lover. Beth had spread her legs and was stroking her clit with one hand and twisting a nipple with the other. William's briefs showed a very stiff outline. Sandra's labia started to swell and redden as Mandy watched. A drop of fluid oozed from her slit, trailing over the hardening clit. "I am ready, mistress." Oh boy. Mandy swallowed hard, softly stroking the offered bottom. Sandra whimpered and wiggled, waiting for the paddle. "Please mistress, you promised." Mandy bit her lip and started swinging. The paddle smacks alternated with whimpers and moans. Mandy stopped after ten smacks, then dropped to her knees and began planting kisses on Sandra's bottom. Mandy was weeping and whimpering, begging for forgiveness. "It's all right, lover." Sandra had turned around, was stroking Mandy's face. Mandy had her head turned, hugging Sandra's tummy against her cheek. She couldn't see the smile of triumph on Sandra's face or the wink from William. Beth gasped from her masturbating, sealed in the small world centered on clit, nipples, and pussy. "Let's eat, lover." Sandra gingerly sat down, Mandy stayed on her knees beside Sandra's chair. Sandra fed Mandy toast and jam, bacon, and strawberries a morsel at a time. Mandy remained kneeling, still crying softly and touching Sandra's thigh. "You have an envelope, lover." Mandy took the offered envelope and opened it. "On the seventh day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Seven willow wands, and an orgasm from her tongue. -S." Mandy's breath caught in her throat; she already could feel her bottom warming. She looked up at Sandra, her mouth open in shock. Mandy saw the gleam in her lover's eyes, the wicked little grin, and knew she'd been set up. Again. Damn her, that little bitch played me like a fiddle. I'm screwed, she's gonna beat my ass cherry red. I had her down, DOWN! And I let her go, that sneaky minx. Mandy's jaw was moving but no noise escaped. She looked over to find William gone; Beth was eating a banana and letting one of the kitchen boys rim her. The other guests had come to the kitchen in various states of dress. Sandra reached down and casually clipped the lead chain to Mandy's nipple rings. "Up, firebutt." Mandy stood, surprised at her own cooperation. The third chain clipped onto her clit piercing. Sandra got up, walking to the front room. Beth slipped away from the kitchen boy and followed. All three put on their coats; William had the SUV out front, waiting. Mandy noticed that all their bags were in the back; "where are we going?" Sandra smiled at her, holding a finger to Mandy's lips. "Shhh. It's a surprise, lover." She giggled like a schoolgirl, "I couldn't believe you fell for that in the kitchen." Her eyes flashed with amusement, "You lost me a bet. If you hadn't given in, I could have spanked William." "What did he win?" Mandy had a sinking feeling she already knew. "He gets to switch you, then me." Sandra stuck her tongue out at Mandy, "I bet my butt you'd be a heartless bitch after all I've put you through. I love you, firebutt, but I wish you'd paddled the hell out of me this morning." Mandy was speechless. "You mean you lost on purpose? You let me catch you to set up a bet with him?" She sputtered and rambled, "I should've tanned your butt good. I still ought to. Betting with that evil bastard…" Mandy's voice trailed off. William was chuckling. The three girls stared at him; it was a sound unlike any they'd ever heard. His normal laughter was tight; it was polite and evil, setting nerves on edge. He sometimes made a soft sound of amusement. This was a belly laugh, and infectious. Completely out of character. The girls found themselves starting to giggle along with him; the car filled with mirth. Mandy cuddled into Sandra while Beth leaned over on William's arm. They pulled up to a large greenhouse; it sprawled along the base of a hill. The house it belonged to was on top of the hill, an old plantation-style mansion, resplendent in white. "Come along, girls." William walked straight in without waiting for them. It took a moment for them to follow; his step was light and he was humming some tune. The three women exchanged worried glances and hurried to follow, not wanting to break his mood. They came into the greenhouse and stopped stock still. It was a tropical paradise under the glass. Beth dropped her coat, already feeling beads of sweat from the 90-plus degree air. She walked forward, looking at the artificial stream, the beds of orchids and ferns stretching away. Mandy and Sandra carefully set their coats on the table near the entry. They exchanged a glance, seeing William's suit jacket on the table. Laughter boomed out from nearby; a pair of voices joined in counterpoint. Beth came on the scene suddenly, a little twang of jealousy prickling as she saw William lifting a woman into the air like a child. She was tiny, perhaps five feet tall, no more than 90 pounds. She giggled and laughed, her Polynesian wrap skirt flying like a flag in the air as William tossed her up and caught her, holding her over his head. "Put me down, Uncle Bill!" Petulant, unrepentant. Uncle Bill? A man appeared at her elbow, ebony skin gleaming with perspiration. He was a hand shorter than William, wiry where William was bulky. A simple loincloth around his hips revealed the cut musculature of his abdomen. "You must be Beth." He lifted her hand and kissed it, "Welcome to Jamaica on Lake Michigan." He had the slightest lilt to his voice, traces of French creeping in. He took her hand in his, placed his other on her hip and waltzed her into the clearing, humming an old dance tune. "Holy shit!" Beth's head turned to see Mandy and Sandra standing at the edge of the clearing, mouths open at the strange tableau. William brought the giggling woman down, placing her gently on the ground. "This is my niece, Rebekka, and my devoted, devious, and evil buddy Jerome." William smiled, continuing, "Don't trust Jerome, he just wants to put notches in his bedposts." "I don't do that any longer, my friend," Jerome's reply was light and airy, "it looks like a pile of sawdust on my beautiful rugs. Besides, she's threatened to neuter me if I so much as take three more women to my bed." He paused dramatically, "And here you are – I'm doomed by your hand." He swooned dramatically, sagging against Beth. The group erupted in laughter. "Is everything ready, Rebekka?" William (Uncle Bill?) looked to the young woman. "On one condition, Uncle Bill." She lowered her chin, biting her lower lip and looking up at William through her eyelashes. "I want one, too." William let out a sigh, "You know I can't refuse that look." He lifted her chin with a finger. "Don't tell your mother." A giggle responded; "I won't; she doesn't know you're here, or she'd be in line too." A quick pirouette made her skirt fly out, "This way." Off she went, skipping and singing some Broadway tune. Jerome grinned at William; the three girls exchanged unbelieving looks. William strode along the trail. The rest followed quietly, Jerome intent and the girls unsure of what the whole turn of events meant. Beth whispered to Mandy, "I thought this was supposed to hurt, right?" Mandy nodded wordlessly. Sandra chimed in, softly, "Uncle Bill?" That set all three to giggling. The group came to a small pond in the center of the greenhouse; a willow bent over the water. A sawhorse sat near the water's edge, a huge bolster along the top padding the frame. William had kicked off his shoes and socks, his white shirt completely undone. Sandra sucked in when she saw him, grabbing Mandy's arm for support. He looked like the cover of a romance novel. Jerome stood next to a low table, slender willow wands arranged over the surface. He had shed his loincloth and was semi-erect. Rebekka was kneeling on one of four pads arranged facing the sawhorse. Her skirt was gone, her eyes downcast. Beth moved to the pad next to Rebekka and knelt; the smaller woman reached out squeezed Beth's hand. Mandy and Sandra moved alongside; all four were breathing nervously, anticipation of the event bringing each higher. William came before them, stopping briefly. "Hmm," he called over his shoulder to Jerome, "Which one is deserving, my friend?" Jerome's lilt carried out, "I think you should end with the guest of honor, my liege." His voice had a strange twinge, "the anticipation will be invigorating. Perhaps your lady niece or your fine prize should start." William smiled broadly. "Ah, one rebel or the other." Suddenly Beth looked up and stuck out her tongue at William. She tucked her head back, giggling softly. She heard the gasp from Rebekka; could feel Sandra's eyes on her. William was laughing. "Very well, beautiful. You get to go first." He held his hand out to her, helping her up. He walked her to the horse, then kissed her softly. His hand extended, "Four foot, pinkie." Jerome set a wand in his outstretched hand. William whispered something to Beth; she flushed red and bent over the horse. Jerome softly applied a cream to Beth's bottom; she twitched as his hands played over her bottom. William moved to the side, waiting patiently. Jerome backed away, nodded, then spoke, "One." The willow wand shrieked through the air, an exacting stroke against the pale skin of Beth's bottom. She yelped but did not move from the bench. The red welt appeared like magic, clear on her skin. "Two." A second stroke, again delivered devastatingly hard, exactly below the first. Beth squirmed; the three kneeling women could see her labia begin to darken, the first glimmers of moisture appearing. "Three." The third stroke landed, a sure pattern forming. William was moving down Beth's bottom a stripe at a time. Beth was sobbing and whimpering; the moisture was no longer a glimmer, visible drops extruding from her sex. Her clit was fully engorged; it begged for attention. "Four." The fourth stroke, perfect again. Beth was shaking; Mandy was leaking on the pad under her knees. Sandra was sitting on her hands to keep from touching herself. Rebekka was staring at the scene like a starving woman at a feast. "Five." The whistling crack of the stroke. Beth shuddered and liquid began to flow down her thigh. Jerome moved forward, smoothing another layer of the cream onto the stripes. His hands playing over her bottom invoked more shudders from Beth. "She is done for now; the taste is sufficient." William's voice had a strange timbre; he was different again. "You may thank the squire for his ministrations, my dear." Beth slid from the horse, falling to her knees in front of Jerome. She kissed the tip of his erection, "Thank you for your kind hands, sir." "You are welcome, dear lady." He helped her to her feet, bringing her back to her place on the mat, settling her in place. He looked to William. "Sandra, I think." His voice was thoughtful, "Twenty." He turned and surveyed the wands while Jerome helped Sandra to stand on her suddenly wobbly legs. Beth sat back gingerly, a smile on her face despite the tears on her face. She took Rebekka's hand again, her eyes glowing. Sandra bent over the horse, legs shaking. Jerome spread the cream on her bottom; it was cool, soothing. His fingers teased near her swollen labia, not quite touching her need. "Three and a half, thumb." Jerome presented the wand, the ritual exacting. William bent to speak in Sandra's ear; her bottom twitched and shook in response. "One." The wand fell, its music different than the first. "Two." Sandra was squirming already, whimpering under the blows and leaking down her leg. "Three. Four. Five." The blows fell at a steady pace. Sandra's knees were shaking, her juices dripping from her sex. "Six. Seven. Eight." The stripes evenly spread; a flush of pink near the edge running to the crimson welts. Sandra's voice was full of tears, pleading, "More please, master, more please…" "Nine. Ten. Eleven." Her bottom was screaming red; she was coming. Trembling legs set her weight against the horse. "Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen." The whimpers became moans; Jerome stepped up and steadied her shoulders, not missing a beat. Mandy watched with dry mouth and soaked cunt. Rebekka was chewing on her fingers, eyes shining. The count continued, "Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen." Jerome paused, taking a deep breath. Sandra twitched, whimpering. Her bottom rose to meet the stroke that hadn't fallen. A sob escaped her, her bottom wiggling in the air, searching for the tormenting wand. Mandy shuddered from the sight of her lover wanting that lash. "Twenty." The wand fell. Sandra slumped bonelessly over the horse, trembling uncontrollably as spasms wracked her body. Jerome tended to her striped bottom, his hands gently smoothing the cream on the welts. More come flowed down Sandra's legs. Jerome held her steady, then settled her on her knees. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Sandra's face was stained with tears; she kissed Jerome's cock, then tried to pull it into her mouth. He pulled away and stood her up. "Later, lovely, after the show." His whisper made her knees wobble again. He walked her to her place, settling her down on her knees. She rubbed her sore bottom against her heels, sighing as she wiggled her pain for pleasure. "Rebekka. Twenty." The tiny woman was helped to her feet by her lover, reluctantly releasing Beth's hand. She could barely walk, her nipples stiff and her pussy on fire. She leaned over the horse, breathing raggedly. The cream was spread over her bottom, soft in contrast to the coming spanking. "Five, pencil." She gasped, her bottom wiggling and bouncing. William's hand received the wand, "Impertinent." "One." William's arm twitched; Beth realized that she and Sandra had gotten off easy. The whistle of the switch was like a guitar string. She didn't see the wand pass through the air; it went from above William's shoulder to the red mark rising on Rebekka's bottom faster than the eye could follow. The crack of impact made her bottom twitch in sympathy. "Two." A scream responded; strangled pleasure intertwined with pain. "Three." Sobs, curses, pleas. "Four. Five." A shuddering moan of pleasure. "Six. Seven. Eight." Rebekka's vocalizations rattled the glass; she was coming with banshee screams. "Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve." "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." A two word litany dripped from Rebekka's mouth. It was impossible to tell if it was a request, a curse, or a statement of being. "Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen." The wand screamed, biting deep. Beth could see the first welts turning purple, darker than her own scarlet marks. "Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen." Jerome had moved forward, nearly touching Rebekka's arm. "Twenty." A whimpering plea tumbled from Rebekka's lips, "Don't make me wait, please no, not that, please, please." Her bottom raised up, wiggling. She wept with need. The final stroke whistled; her breath sucked in, her bottom raising up to meet it. It never fell. She started sobbing, whimpering, "no…no…no…no…" Suddenly William's arm rose and fell in one smooth, impossibly fast motion. Beth glimpsed the wand at the top of its motion, bent nearly in double from the speed of William's movement. It cracked like a gunshot on Rebekka's flaming bottom. She screamed and thrashed, the motions uncoordinated and wild. Jerome held her to the horse until she subsided, spread the soothing cream on her welts, then lowered her to her knees. She kissed his cock, his balls, and ran her tongue from base to tip. "Thank you, good squire, for your service." She crawled to William's feet, kissing his toes in turn, red bottom proudly in the air. "Thank you, Uncle Bill." She went to her mat on hands and knees, her face a mess from the tears. She couldn't sit on her heels, she hovered as she knelt. "Mandy. Seven times three strokes." Jerome helped Mandy to her feet; she couldn't make her legs work. Mandy got to the horse, grateful for its support as she bent forward. William squatted down and whispered to her; "You will match your nickname for a month when I'm done with you, firebutt." He stood. The cream was wonderful on her bottom, a little tingly but soothing. "The series is from three foot thumb to five and a half, pencil. Stand you ready, squire?" "It is prepared, my liege." Jerome held out a short, stout wand. "One, first." The wand hummed and struck, just above the edge of her nearly-faded paddle marks. "Two, first." The second stroke fell just below; Mandy cried out as the blow fell. "Three, first." The stroke was masterful; it landed between the first two, completing a solid stripe across the top of her ass. "One, second." A higher pitched hum; the pain was sharper, better defined. "Two, second." Mandy's orgasm was building to a near peak. "Three, second." The swat took her over the edge, gasping for air. "One, third." Sharper still, the world snapping into clarity under the strokes. "Two, third." Another orgasm approaching on the heels of the first, her body starting to disobey. "Three, third." Nearly there, almost to the next one. Her thoughts centered on her lover watching from behind, feeling Sandra's eyes on her leaking sex and the red welts. "One, fourth." Her eyes crossed as the orgasm ripped through her. "Two, fourth." The line of the wand focused the waves, intensifying the sensations. "Three, fourth." Another crash, continuing the series of climaxes. Mandy could hear her own voice, distant, "More, spank my fiery butt, more, harder…" It sounded wonderful in her ears. Twelve Nights Ch. 07 "One, fifth." The strokes were whistling now; the pain like diamonds, sparkling and perfect. "Two, fifth." She felt her body tremble, another climax building. "Three, fifth." The rush carried her over; she could barely hear the words. "One, sixth." The wand cracked like a whip, blazing through the fog of orgasm. She screamed. "Two, sixth." Another gunshot stroke, harder than believable. Her ass was on fire; her pussy sopped. It was going to get worse! "Three, sixth." She bit her lip, moaning against the need in her sex. "One, seventh." She saw stars, the pain was exquisite, overwhelming. Her bladder let go, adding to the wetness running down her legs. "Two, seventh." She was going to pass out, her vision narrowing to a grey-edged tunnel. "Three, seventh." And her butt came up, like the others, searching for the blow. She waited, whimpering, butt wiggling and searching for the source of pleasure and pain. The sound came behind the fiery impact; her ass exploded, her pussy spasming in time to the rushing blood in the welts. She couldn't move, couldn't think; her legs were in another world, her hands belonged to someone else. She came down, only to leak and shudder as the soothing cream smoothed on her bottom. She slumped off the horse, hugging Jerome's legs, running her cheek along his hardness, showering kisses on any piece of flesh she could reach. "Thank you, thank you, thank you…" Her voice was feverish, babbling. She crawled on unsteady limbs to William's feet. She kissed his feet and slid her torso up his legs, rubbing her face against the hardness behind his slacks. He smiled down at her; she shuddered and came from the look. Jerome gathered her up, taking her back to the mat where she knelt forward, butt in the air, chest on the ground. William placed the seven wands of her torment in a long leather tube, closing a buckle on the cap. He walked it over, placing it in front of the still bowed Mandy. "Your seven willow wands, firebutt." A chuckle. Jerome threw something at William in response to a raised hand. William sat down cross-legged, handing the chamois pillow to Sandra. The two raised Mandy off her knees, laying her head in William's lap, the pillow under her inflamed bottom, and Sandra moving between her legs. "And an orgasm from your lover's tongue, firebutt." Sandra's words hissed out, pleased. Sandra dove into Mandy's leaking cunny, her tongue driving in and out, teasing pleasure for her lover. Mandy didn't last long, starting to thrash and moan quickly. William steadied her, keeping her tormented bottom on the pillow. Sandra did not relent until Mandy stiffened and shook, unable to even whimper. As the orgasm subsided, Mandy tried to rise. Her legs betrayed her. William nodded to Jerome, who strode out of the tiny clearing. William picked Mandy up, holding her to his chest. Sandra held her hand. Beth and Rebekka were holding hands, whispering with glowing eyes. William carried Mandy along the pathway, a screen of plants had hidden a huge bed, low to the ground. William laid Mandy on the bed, face down. Sandra lay down beside her, snuggling up on her side, her ass not quite as red, but just as sore. Jerome smiled and shook his head. The two women on the bed were fast asleep in moments, exhausted by the ordeal and the pleasure. The other four moved off to the warm pool of water by the horse. William stripped and climbed in the heated water; Beth and the others followed. "So, how long are you staying, Uncle Bill?" Rebekka was looking up through her lashes again, coy and sexy. "Tonight, doll. I may come back later. I can't stay." He was struggling with something; Beth looked at him with concern. Jerome looked down into the water, silent. "I wish I could." Beth cuddled into him, confused. He kissed her forehead. "Besides, there are five more days of fun for those two." His eyes gleamed evilly, "Sandra is so thankful for our help." He kissed Beth fiercely and relaxed in the water. In the quiet one could hear Sandra snore; it started the group laughing. Twelve Nights Ch. 08 Part 8. Mandy's butt was still on fire, but it was a good hurt. She opened her eyes to find herself entangled in a mass of bodies. The bed wasn't crowded, but it was full. She shifted to the side, discovering her pillow was in fact William's thigh. Under his arms were Beth and his niece, Rebekka. Her own lover, Sandra, was entwined with the ebony-hued Jerome, feet tangled with hers. She extracted herself, eliciting some groans. Soft steps to the hidden bathroom, then off to the pool to try and cool her buns. The water soothed the welts on her bottom. Rebekka charged into the clearing, yelling "Cannonball!" The scream after she hit was a satisfying payoff; she'd forgotten about her welts in her enthusiasm. Mandy wrapped her up in a hug, giving quick kisses to try and stop the tears. The others filtered into the clearing; Jerome was carrying a tray. William spread a blanket out in the open; Beth threw a half dozen soft pillows on it. Jerome set the tray in the center of the blanket, then jumped in the water. Sandra came into the clearing, weaving seven orchids into a necklace. She slid into the water softly. "Here you go, lover." As she slipped the orchid necklace over Mandy's head the other two closed in. Fingers traced the still throbbing welts; other fingers probed her sex, making blood rush to her face. Sandra was kissing her softly; Rebekka and Jerome were playing her body like a musical instrument. William reappeared, drying his hair with a towel, once more in his slacks and shirt. Beth was behind him, dripping wet, and slid into the water again, laughing. "Anyone need help here?" Beth's giggles played over the water as she attacked the group with tickling fingers. The mass splashed and fought, laughing like little kids. William watched, sipping at his tea and thinking. Towels were grabbed, bodies dried cooperatively. The others joined William for breakfast; fruit, bagels, and coffee. Mandy saw and ignored the envelope waiting for her. If I don't open it… she looked at Sandra, who was waiting, flushed and anxious. Mandy's head dropped, and she reached for the envelope. "On the eighth day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Eight minstrels playing, and an orgasm from her tongue. -S." Inside the envelope were a pair of tickets to Mandy's favorite rock band, with a great opening set. Mandy giggled and bounced like a schoolgirl, hugging Sandra. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou." The words rolled together. William produced a pair of identification lanyards from a pocket, emblazoned with "All Access." "I think you two will need these." The pair leapt on him, smothering him with kisses. "Where did you get those?" Rebekka was shocked, "I couldn't get those – I have a dozen people trying." She pouted. Jerome started laughing, slipping an identical lanyard over her head. "What, how…?" Rebekka was sputtering, unable to put words together. William stood, regaining his dignity, and held a hand out to Beth. "Beautiful, I want a night for us. Jerome and Rebekka will provide a ride to the terrible twosome this evening." Beth started shaking, her tongue circling her lips. "I bid you four farewell; we shall meet again." He held Beth's coat for her, then strode from the greenhouse. Beth was leaning against his arm, looking up with adoring eyes. He carried her out the door, to the big SUV, leaving the four in the greenhouse. "I wish I knew why he left." Rebekka was quiet, looking after her uncle with barely hidden lust. Jerome grunted, taking another bite of breakfast. "He'll be back in his own time, cherie," Jerome seemed to miss William nearly as bad. "It was a big fight, you remember." Sandra and Mandy leaned in, "Go on, tell the story." They perched like conspirators, anxious for some information about their secretive friend. "What could make William stop anything?" Jerome looked at the pair. "William stops William. End of story." He looked around for a moment. "Did he leave you two clothes?" Panic. "SHIT!" Mandy started cursing William's name, to the amusement of Rebekka. Jerome openly laughed while Sandra was quietly stunned. Jerome stood, picked up some jeans, and faced the three girls while putting them on. "He left a wad of money, said a great concert deserves new clothes." Jerome pulled out a white turtleneck, sliding it over his torso. "I'll go get the car and you three can buy new stuff. Get your coats." The three women scrambled towards the door, grabbing coats and boots. "Shopping trip!" Sandra flushed at Mandy's exuberance. Rebekka was giggling again. As they piled into the BMW, Mandy started talking. "Last time I was in a mall this little minx…" ***** The three girls tumbled out of the car; a mass of wild curls and fluttering coats. One or two men stopped and stared, sure that they had seen a lot of nothing under the wraps. The girls blushed from the cold, running inside. Jerome went to park the car; he'd have no problem finding the girls. He'd follow the trail of accidents and hard-ons. Victoria's Secret, of course, was the first stop. Jerome caught up just in time to see a disheveled clerk trying to rearrange her skirt stumble out of the dressing room. Sandra was strutting about in garters and stockings, not bothering with a bra or panties. Mandy had a demi-cup and g-string. Rebekka had a sheer bra and panty set on; the pink did not conceal her treasures; the seams highlighted the dirty bits. They paid the flushed clerk and slid out into the holiday shoppers, clustered around Jerome. He drew a lot of jealous looks. Mandy leaned and whispered in Jerome's ear, "I want to sit on Santa's lap." Jerome stumbled, trying to contain his laughter. The other two started giggling. A small boutique was next on the hit list. Sandra found a red lace dress, sleeveless, that showed off her skin wonderfully. Rebecca had a blue minidress, scandalously short, that showed off her breasts. It matched her eyes. Mandy found a green backless number with a hem that fell mid-thigh. It had a slit up to the waistband. She loved it. The demi-cup went into a bag. They moved over to the counter to pay, glancing down at where Jerome was pounding in and out of the clerk. She was biting a roll of cloth and had her skirt above her waist. The three tittered at the sight of Jerome's dark skin sliding in and out under the blonde thatch and pale skin. He let her finish shaking, withdrew, and helped the girl to her unsteady feet as he zipped back up. They turned the "Out to Lunch" sign around as they left. The foursome stopped at a men's store, the three girls tormenting the gay salesman with whispered tales of Jerome's size and stamina. Jerome didn't bother going into the dressing room, he just changed in front of the three mirrors. The girls enjoyed the show; the salesman about had a heart attack. He left with a new pair of slacks, crisp shirt, and jacket. The salesman had been left in a changing room, licking his lips clean. The trendy shoe store was unprepared for the whirlwind assault; each girl put on her prima donna routine. The heels were tall, the salespeople bothered. One salesman kissed each toe of Rebekka's dainty feet. She giggled, stroking her other foot on his hardness. She didn't stop until the man started shaking and a wet spot appeared in his slacks. They flounced out on top of the world. Jerome brought the car around; all three girls piled in the back. "To the show, Jerome!" The chorus of their voices made him smile. They were on their way. The seats were great; a sky box in the arena. A big screen TV inside and binoculars at the front. A dozen other twenty-somethings crowded the area. Jerome greeted two or three by name – almost all the women looked at him appraisingly; he was the only black person in the room. The three girls drew attention; they danced without inhibition, grinding on each other through both sets. It got warm in the room and Mandy shucked her dress without a concern, the g-string emerald against her skin. Other women followed her example. Sandra's garters drew attention. Jerome was careful to collect the party dresses and bag them up; he knew the girls would want them later. As it was, the whole room fell to debauchery in time to the music. Great concert! As the final encore went down, Jerome escorted his three naked charges out of the room; a pile of naked bodies still squirmed inside. The girls had on their coats and new heels. They got to meet the band, Mandy getting a signature over her little patch of red pubes. The band was generous, but firm in turning down the offered bodies. The foursome left happy. Jerome pulled the car around and again the girls piled in the back. He drove to the hotel William had directed. Rebekka slid over the seat back, allowing the other two some room. She watched as Sandra went down on Mandy, her mouth eliciting moans and thrashings from the redhead. Mandy shuddered and shook, screaming out Sandra's name at the top of her lungs as she came. They came in the front door heedless of the flesh showing; Jerome led the wanton trio to the elevator, pressing the "P" button. They fell on him like a pack of hungry wolves; his new shirt was in tatters and his slacks cast aside by the time the elevator arrived at the suite. It took a half hour to reach the super-king sized bed; the tangle of limbs continued thrashing until nearly dawn. Jerome's last thoughts as he drifted off were succinct: How did William manage to keep this up for seven days? Twelve Nights Ch. 09 Part 9. Room service arrived, rolling in trays of food at noon. The four bodies disentangled slowly, drawn by the siren scent of coffee. Jerome went to the shower with his cup; he was joined moments later by Sandra. He was able to lift the slight girl like he did his own Rebekka; she squirmed against his hardness, thrashing and scraping his back. They both climaxed quickly; the previous night's passions had kept both near the edge. Coming out of the bathroom they saw Mandy and Rebekka sipping from coffee cups. The grins said they'd heard their lovers tryst in the bathroom; they were turned on. Sandra moved to the low table, rearranging the eight roses and putting an envelope down next to the vase. She went for coffee, wiggling her bottom, showing off the welts William had left two days prior. Mandy finished her sweet roll and went to the low table. She picked up the card, her hand trembling with anticipation. "On the ninth day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Nine cocks for sucking, and an orgasm from her tongue. -S." Mandy looked up at her lover, as she sat on the overstuffed leather couch in the center of the room. Sandra was smiling at her, stroking Rebekka's hair. Jerome was pouring coffee with a bagel hanging out of his mouth. He moved over to another seat. "You will entertain them right here, firebutt." Sandra indicated a pillow in the center of the room. "They should start arriving anytime." She giggled like a schoolgirl. "I know you love cock, lover. This should keep your dirty little mouth happy for a while." Mandy moved to the indicated pillow, her knees weak. She knelt down, waiting for the arrival of her first treat. Sandra was perfect; Mandy had never been in love before. Lots of lust, huge amounts of sex, but never love. Now her lover was letting her – no, had arranged for her – to suck on nine men. Mandy quivered with anticipation, wondering what each would taste like, how big they were. She was already moistening with anticipation. The door opened, a handsome young man walking in. He stared at the three naked people on the couch. Sandra spoke up, "Your presence is required by the lady on her knees. Do what you have come here for." He swallowed, visibly nervous. "You should strip." The dark-haired young man dropped his slacks with little style, his shirt came over his head. While he was nervous, his cock was not. It stood straight out, hard and straining. He walked forward where Mandy knelt. She suddenly was overcome with a strange need; to show her lover how much she appreciated this gift. She grabbed the offered cock, sucking it in her mouth in a single stroke. Her hand grasped his balls; the other began to finger his ass. She moved her head back and forth rapidly, pressing her tongue against the underside of his prick. He had no chance whatsoever. Sandra watched the young man's face turn red, then purple. His breath was ragged barely a moment into the assault on his sex. Rebekka whispered, pointing out the moment Mandy sunk a finger in his ass, seeking his prostate. Jerome watched with interest; the girl knew what she was about. Mandy slid back as he began to twitch. He let out a moan of intense pain. She swallowed his offering, sucking him dry. Mandy disengaged her hands, withdrew her mouth. The youngster collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. Mandy came to her lover on all fours; Sandra leaned forward and kissed her. Their tongues darted in and out, sharing the flavor of the young man. He groaned, gathered his clothing, and crawled to a chair. He dressed, rose on unsteady legs, and bowed as he had been instructed. "Thank you, dear lady, for sharing your lover with me." He stumbled to the elevator door, sagging inside. He'd have to teach his own girl that trick, he thought as the doors closed, it was better than anal. Mandy crept back to the pillow like a cat, wiggling her welted bottom at Sandra on the couch. She then straightened up, sitting on her knees like a good subbie should. She batted her eyelashes demurely at the trio on the couch, eliciting laughter. The elevator gave a "bing" as it arrived at the penthouse with a new offering. The second man was not much larger than Jerome. Pitch black hair and oriental features on a solid build. He bowed to the three on the couch, then removed his shirt and slacks, revealing a toned body covered with tattoos and piercings. He moved forward, offering his erect, pierced member to Mandy. She took it gladly, tripping her tongue over the barbell and rings along his shaft. She could imagine how it would feel in her cunny; a small tremor passed through her body as she worked her mouth around him. Her fingers explored his ass; he relaxed, allowing her to slip a finger inside and massage the prostate. He didn't explode, just gave a little moan and rocked harder back and forth. She worked a different tack, tonguing the tip of his erection. He began to shake. She bit down on him; he squealed and began to spurt like a fire hose. His orgasm set Mandy off; she was in tune with his elation, dripping juices on her thighs. He finished with a heavy sigh. "A shame you play for the other team, dear girl." He bowed to the three on the couch. "I am envious; thank you for sharing your fiery lover with me." Sandra giggled, rose, and came up to him, hand falling on his still semi-erect member. She whispered something in his ear, kissed him, and returned to the couch. He smiled, bowed lower this time, and gathered his clothing. He was dressed by the time he reached the elevator, his tattoos and piercings hidden, just another normal man as the elevator took him away. Sandra sat back on the couch, a smug grin on her face. Mandy crept over to share another kiss. As they broke apart, Mandy whispered, "I liked him, Mistress. May I find him to feel him inside me?" Sandra laughed. "Don't worry, lover." She blushed red, giggling, "He's coming to the New Year's party." Mandy crept back to her cushion, her sex afire with thoughts of those piercings rubbing inside her. She had to sit on her hands to keep them away from other parts. The elevator arrived, bringing another man to her. He was slender, fair. His hair matched her red exactly. He dropped his jeans and shirt casually on his way in; facing the three on the couch he gave a courtier's bow. "I have arrived as appointed, dear lady." His voice was lilting, a heavy Irish accent flavoring the words. "Fire for fire, as they say." He settled in, his wide manhood settling in front of Mandy's face. Mandy took him differently, almost coyly. The patch of red hair above his hardness could have been her own; it was like playing with a male version of herself. She played with the tip, swirling it about. She took her time, torturously licking and stroking the hard member in front of her. Ten minutes later he was lathered in sweat; she was dripping with desire. He began to twitch and shake. Her mouth waited patiently until he was done, taking everything he had to give. She'd not used her hands at all; only her mouth had touched him. He cut a wobbly version of his original bow, "Should you ever be in the isles, ladies, 'twould be my pleasure to entertain you both." His legs threatened to buckle on his way out; force of will kept him on his feet. He gathered his clothing, starting to pull on his pants as the elevator doors closed. Mandy crawled over again, sharing the wealth of her gains with both Sandra and Rebekka. Sandra said what all had thought, "It looked like you were giving head to a male Mandy!" Giggles spread, along with talk of Ireland, and possibly finding a match for the other two girls and a female match for Jerome. Mandy crept back to her pillow, continuing the talk. The elevator gave another "bing"; Mandy gasped in surprise as the old biker, Mike, who'd pierced her, walked in the door. His leather vest was set on the chair by the doorway; he removed his jeans and turned back to the small audience. Mandy let out a gasp; Sandra and Rebekka were silent. Jerome let out a small laugh, "Hey, foot-long, how goes?" Mike was huge, with ponderous balls below his length. "I am here as bid, dear lady, to provide for the betterment of thine servant." He gave a bow totally incongruous with the grey pony-tail, slight beer gut, and biker tattoos. He moved forward, his member swaying from side to side. Mandy took him in her hands, struggling to get even half into her mouth. She worked hard; his flavor was different. She tasted a woman on his flesh, as if he'd come from a sex session. She stroked with one hand, played with his balls with the other. It took a long while before he gave a grunt and began filling her willing mouth with his ejaculate. "That was well done, my dear." His hands petted her hair softly. "Are your piercings still making you happy?" She swallowed suddenly, preparing to speak. "Yes, sir. They are divine." She blushed, finding it strange to speak while she still held his semi-rigid length in her hands. He turned to the three on the couch, "I see you've fallen into worse company, dear girls." He winked at Jerome. "That one seduced two of my daughters and one of my sons with his wily words and black trouser snake." Jerome started laughing at the accusation. "It cannot be helped that they wanted to try something different, you old bear. It isn't as if any of them hadn't decided what they desired before I came along." Mike laughed with Jerome, a pair of friends as different as night and day. Mike bowed to Sandra, "Thank you for allowing me to assist in educating the mouth of your servant, dear lady. I bid you good day." He turned, gathering his jeans up and shrugging into his vest. He didn't look back as the elevator doors closed behind him. Mandy sat back on her pillow, looking at Jerome in an accusing manner. "Two daughters and a son?" Jerome laughed, "He has three other daughters and a pair of sons besides. And they seduced me, not the other way around." Sandra and Rebekka pinned his hands to his sides, teasing his nipples and playing with him. "Maybe we should let Mike pierce Jerome, that would be a proper revenge." Rebekka's voice was innocent, her face betraying the evil glee underlying her words. "No, no, and no, woman." Jerome laughed and moved her onto his lap. "I cannot; it would sap my strength and unman me, like cutting Sampson's hair." She licked her lips, hesitated, and slid back to her seat. Mandy noted the hesitation; she was sure Jerome would be number nine tonight. Number five entered, his skin the color of milk chocolate compared to Jerome's purplish black. He stripped with a dancer's smoothness, tantalizing with his eyes and hips. He was not as large as the other four. Still, Mandy's mouth was watering as he paused in front of her. He bowed to the three on the couch, sending an envious smile at Jerome. Straightening, he slid forward. Mandy lunged to take him in her mouth, savoring the light sheen of sweat on his skin and the smoothness of his shaft. Her hands cupped his buns, pulling him so his balls rested on her chin. She worked quickly, pulling him in and out of her mouth. She tried the prostate gambit again, found that he grew harder, and kept stroking inside and out. He fought the coming orgasm, eyes to the ceiling. His cry was one of the damned; he did not collapse as the first man had. It was a near thing. He held her face in his hands as he finished spurting inside. Jerome met the man's eye; the dancer looked away. "I never thought a woman could; you are a lucky man." Sandra realized the jealousy had not been directed at Jerome, but at the girls. "Thank you, miss, for allowing me to assist you in training your servant." He wobbled away, looking over his shoulder hungrily at Jerome. He didn't start to dress until the doors had nearly closed. Mandy took half a breath, then crawled to Jerome's feet. She shared a kiss with him, passing the spoils from the last man. He didn't flinch away. The kiss was more erotic than they had expected. Rebekka and Sandra watched with wide eyes, their breath catching. Mandy crawled back to her place, satisfied that she had discovered another thing about Jerome. She sat back, sore bottom on heels, waiting. The elevator arrived, a blonde man walking out. He was tall, with broad shoulders and bright blue eyes. He shucked his slacks and shirt artlessly, with casual arrogance. He was well built, projecting forward from his hips and wiggling with each step. He nodded to the trio on the couch, distaste crossing his lips as he spotted Jerome with the girls. "I have come as ordered, to school your servant in pleasuring men." He placed his manhood in front of Mandy's mouth. She was angry at his arrogance; she wanted him humbled. She attacked him with her lips, one hand twisting his balls, the other shooting to his ass. She forced two fingers inside him, one stroking the prostate, the other wiggling finger moving inside him, searching for a way to finish him quickly and send him away. She heard his exhalation, felt him go rock solid in her mouth. He wasn't going to last two minutes. She twisted his balls tighter, a third finger forced its way in. He dropped to his knees, groaning in pain and desire. She felt him twitch inside her mouth; she bit down firmly. He spurted and thrashed, falling to his back. Mandy followed him forward, pistoning her fingers in his ass, twisting his balls, and sucking him dry. He whimpered as he finished, weakly spasming on the floor. She pulled her fingers from him, pulling him back to her. "Lick them clean, bitch boy." He complied meekly, whimpering. She forced his head back, kissing him and forcing his load into his mouth. He took it; she stroked his throat. "Swallow, bitch boy." He complied, sobbing. He started to crawl away; she swatted his ass. "Leave your clothes, bitch boy, you don't need them. Find some cock to suck, someone to pound your ass until you are happy." He slid on his belly to the elevator, weeping. The doors closed behind him, taking him away. Jerome started clapping. "Well done, dear girl, he was quite unworthy of you." Mandy turned to face them; Sandra looked at her with shining proud eyes. Rebekka mouthed "thank you" silently while clapping. Mandy flushed with happiness; she realized her pussy was dripping. The power trip had turned her on immensely. "I saw him look at you, Jerome, and it pissed me off. He had no right." She turned back to face the elevator, settling in. "No right at all," this last, quietly, to no one in particular. The elevator opened again; Jerome gasped as the man entered the room. The man bowed sweeping his hat off, revealing a shock of bleached blond hair on his ebony body. "Brother, you are well?" His face could have been Jerome's; he slid his shirt off and dropped the loose slacks from his waist. His body differed no more than a finger from Jerome – the resemblance growing as clothing fell away. "Dear lady, I am here at another's request to lend my body for your will. What would you have me do?" Sandra motioned him forward, towards Mandy's waiting mouth. Her hand touched Jerome on the leg; she nodded that he should join in. He rose, moving beside his brother, and Mandy took one in each hand. She alternated from one to the other, greedily sucking the two nearly identical cocks. She stroked and murmured, kissing the offered flesh. The two men began to shake at nearly the same moment. Mandy worked the two tips side by side into her mouth. Spurts began to fill her mouth, overflowing her wanton lips. She waited until they were complete, licking each clean in a loving fashion. Jerome turned and embraced the man as she finished, kissing him on the cheek. "When did you get in, Jacques?" He was nearly crying, hugging his brother close. "William called; he sent a ticket. One does not refuse when William calls." He smiled. "Tomorrow I return to Jamaica; William has given me another task. You will visit us soon?" His voice was hopeful, a trace of something underneath. "Your friends are welcome in our family's home." Jerome embraced him again, "I will be home in the new year, Jacques. Tell Mama I shall arrive before Valentine's." Jacques turned to the two women on the couch, bowing low. "I am overjoyed to have served the needs of my brother's friends. Be welcome in my home whenever you should come there." His words had a heavier accent than Jerome's, but the humor underneath shone through. He turned, gathering his things. Jerome stood and talked with him while Jacques dressed; they spoke a different language that the girls couldn't follow. Once dressed, Jacques embraced his brother again, bowed, and entered the elevator. Jerome slumped into his seat, emotionally drained. Mandy looked over at him, "I thought you were number nine." Wait, think. "Does that mean…" The elevator opened, Beth bounding out like a child. She jumped to the couch, whimpering a little as her bottom touched down. Her sex was red and inflamed; she wore a satisfied grin. William strode to the edge of the entryway. He bowed. "I have arrived as appointed. I have come to serve your needs and educate your servant. May I enter?" Sandra squeaked as she found her voice, "P-please enter and serve our needs, good sir." He stepped into the room, his presence making everyone quiet. His jacket came off, maddeningly slow. Sandra cast a quick glance to the side, seeing both Beth and Rebekka starting to masturbate to the show. Each button was agony. She watched Mandy get more excited, the drops trailing down her legs. Even Jerome was affected, his manhood rising up quickly in the aftermath of his orgasm. The shirt came off, showing the sparse hair on William's chest, the slabs of muscle defining his torso. He slipped off his shoes. His belt snaked out; he snapped it suddenly, catching the other end as it flipped up. The sound made the five watchers jump. Beth gave a soft moan and began to shake in her first orgasm. The slacks slid down, William taking each sock off as his hands pulled the leg from underfoot. He folded the slacks over, setting them on the table. He pulled down his boxer briefs; his cock was fully extended. He moved forward to where Mandy knelt. Mandy licked dry lips, looking up at William. She'd had him inside her before; it shouldn't be that difficult. He ran his hand along her jaw before she began, softly touching her. She shuddered and came. As the shudders stopped she moved forward, licking the bulbous head, trying to tease him to pleasure. Her hands cupped his balls, her mouth pressed over the tip. She pulled him in and out, trying to elicit a response. He tasted of Beth and vanilla. She felt the blood pulsing in his member, working from the pace of the pulse. She wanted to please him; wanted to please her mistress. She felt his balls draw up; it was the only warning. He didn't shake when he came, he just started spurting, hot and salty, into her mouth. She trembled and orgasmed as he shot off. It was like working on a statue of flesh. He didn't get soft as he finished; she continued working on him. He laid his hand aside her cheek, motioning her to stop. Mandy withdrew, looking up at him, adoring what he was. She crawled to her mistress; Sandra pulled her up to the couch, sharing a kiss with his essence. Beth crawled off the couch, she was clinging to William's leg like a child. He picked her up, holding her in his arms. She trembled, whimpering into his shoulder. "I have done as promised," he bowed low. "It was my pleasure to be of service." He carried Beth to one of the bedrooms, closing the door behind them. "Wow, I've never seen anything like that," Rebekka quietly spoke, afraid of making too much noise. "How did he do that?" Sandra pushed Mandy back on the couch, teasing her way downward. Mandy began to respond, slowly allowing the nine men she'd touched to come into her mind, one by one. She shuddered and shook with pleasure as her lover licked and sucked on her sex. The image that drove her over the edge was that of William standing like a statue of a Greek god, unmoved and unmoving. Twelve Nights Ch. 09 Her body stiffened and she closed her legs on her lover's head, trapping Sandra as she brought Mandy off. She could hear the cries of pleasure from the next room as Beth was getting pounded by that cock; felt another orgasm build in response to the jealousy and the memory of William inside her pussy. The climax ripped through her; she pulled Sandra close, hugging her tightly. "I love you, you sexy minx." "I love you too, firebutt." Sandra kissed her fiercely. Jerome spoke into the silence as Beth's cries faded out from the next room. "I don't know if I could love the statue of a god, but I could worship it." Rebekka responded to her lover's thought. "Amen, lover, amen. Mom is gonna kill me when she finds out he's in town and I didn't tell her." She sighed, "I just can't do it to him, to her." She rounded on Sandra and Mandy, suddenly intent. "Does he love her?" Mandy thought for a moment, kissed a silent Sandra, then answered. "I think he does; god have mercy on his soul." The two couples entwined, just being together for a time. They ate dinner, then went as a group to an oversized bed in the second bedroom. The lovemaking was subdued, gentle. Midnight found them all asleep, comforted by their lovers. They hoped the same peace settled on the far room. Twelve Nights Ch. 10 Part 10. The morning came all too soon, the four bodies tangled in the bed separating to move to the shower. The crowded stall was soon filled with giggles and soap bubbles; tickling and teasing bringing laughter. The group spilled out into the living room, towels wrapped for drying, not coverage. Mandy slipped up to the broad shouldered form working over the stove in the kitchenette. William turned, raising a spatula in warning. Beth was standing at the counter, eating ravenously. Rebekka slid on a chair next to her, a raised eyebrow indicating one of the other barstools. Beth wiggled her butt around to face the younger woman, showing the red hand marks proudly. "I can't sit." She glowed from the admission. William flipped pancakes out, working diligently. Sandra joined her lover, both dropping to their knees and working on his semi-erect cock. He sighed deeply, his flesh responding to the sucking and kissing. Jerome plopped on one of the other stools. He grinned across at the larger man, pulling pancakes off the stack. William finally relented, showing a crack in the façade he normally kept. His hands gripped the counter edge and he shook with his orgasm. The two girls licked him clean, stood, and exchanged a high-five. They stalked around to the far side of the counter, taking the last two stools. "The burnt ones are yours; you caused them." Coffee was drunk by most; William and Jerome had some sort of herbal tea. The girls chattered about the concert, filling in Beth on the details up to her return. Beth countered with a graphic description of the very kinky sex she'd been having with William, raising eyebrows and causing William to smile enigmatically. A few of the details elicited a gasp from even the worldly Rebekka; she looked at her uncle with wide eyes. William slid a vase to the center of the counter; nine white roses filled it nicely. He turned his hand over and an envelope appeared. He set it deftly in front of Mandy, turning back to his tea and some newspaper in Spanish. Mandy looked at the envelope, half frightened. It was the 22nd, three days to Christmas. She didn't want the presents to end. Lifting the envelope, she opened it carefully. "On the tenth day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Ten ladies dancing, and an orgasm from her tongue. -S." They lazed about for the rest of the morning. Beth took Rebekka out shopping for presents. Jerome went to "stock the larder," returning with a huge load of groceries and alcohol. William worked feverishly on a computer, then disappeared for half the afternoon without a word. Mandy and Sandra got dressed and ran out for music and movies. They returned triumphantly with twenty CD's and a slew of DVD's. Beth and Rebekka rolled in with wrapped presents and stockings. Jerome mixed drinks expertly, claiming experience as a bartender in the past. William returned suddenly, a heavy box on his shoulder. He set it down, revealing a pre-lit Christmas tree. Deft hands had the tree up in five minutes, an angel settling on the top. At six the phone rang; William answered it. "Yes, five minutes, be ready." He turned to the other five in the room. "Let's go, the limo is waiting." He pulled on his coat and held a cloak for Beth. She leaned into him as they walked to the elevator. Jerome pulled on a leather jacket, held the full coat for Rebekka. Mandy and Sandra each pulled on their own covers, giggling like girls. The elevator full, William punched the button and the car went down to the lobby. They exited the car, moving to the front entry. The limo waiting for them was ostentatious. Gold, with heavily tinted windows, spinning rims, and fur-trimmed interior. The driver was a woman, shivering in a tuxedo teddy, top hat, and tails. The hose she wore were no defense against the wind off the lake. The laughing party tumbled into the car. The driver ran around, hopping into the warmth. William stopped her from raising the barrier, talking to her in a directed voice that no one else could hear. The limo pulled out, two bottles of champagne popping. Glasses were poured and the festivities kicked into high gear. The limo pulled up to the VIP entrance of an exclusive strip club. The group piled out, William dropping a $100 on the front seat for the driver with a wink. The bouncer started to object until William unwound his bulk from the passenger compartment. Mandy had never seen a man turn that shade of pale. He opened the door without any further sound, letting the group enter. They spilled into the VIP room, separate from the rest of the club and the private dance area. They were early; the club was nearly empty except the girls arriving to have a bite before starting. Mandy was flushed from excitement; it had been forever since she'd been in a strip club and never in the exclusive section. Her coat slid off, showing off her green party dress. Sandra looked around, finding a comfy seat. She pulled off her coat, relaxing in the red lace dress. Beth dropped her cloak, naked except for a golden chain around her hips and a thick, diamond studded gold choker around her neck. Her hair was back in a long braid running down her back. Rebekka was back in her blue dress. William was impeccable in his white shirt and slacks. Jerome looked disreputable in a scarlet silk shirt and white slacks. Wait staff set up a buffet table under William's watchful eye; a bartender in hot pants and a threadbare wife beater took up station behind the private bar, eying the group carefully. She licked her lips and stared at Beth, who smiled coyly in return. William had a tall glass filled with an amber liquor; he settled into a comfortable chair near the central stage in the room. Jerome settled directly across from William; the girls filled in the other four seats spaced around the small platform. Four college-age kids entered the room, nervous in their lack of clothing. All had white collars with bow ties, faux cuffs, and nothing else on. Two each, male and female, restocked plates from the buffet and fetched drinks for the revelers. The boys were hard; the girls excited. Money was important in their arousal but the sheer sexuality of the six partiers raised the stakes. The dancers were studying the group quietly from behind a curtain; it was agreed that they would share tips for the special party. Sometimes the customers ran out early, leaving a girl or two out in the cold. Each took a moment to appraise the group, the one naked woman among them uncaring. This would be a wild night; no bouncers – no limits except what they wanted to do. Eyes sparkled. Several of them were lovers; they'd be able to embrace both their kinks tonight – lesbian sex and exhibitionism. Perfect. A tiny Latina strode to the pole confidently; Guns 'n Roses starting to crank from the speakers. She twirled her hips, spinning 'round the pole expertly. She shook to the rhythm, trying to capture the eyes and hearts of her small audience. They were attentive, even the women. William gestured and she slid to Mandy and began a lap dance, shedding the skimpy outfit, push up bra, and the "mandatory" g-string. No rules, tonight. She ground her pussy into Mandy's face; when Mandy licked the girl thrust harder. She slid around, raising Mandy's skirt, smiling with the discovery of the tiny patch of red hair unhidden behind panties. By the third dance Mandy was naked, writhing in a soft 69 on the stage with the dancer. The song ended and the girl disengaged from Mandy to applause. A naked waiter presented her with a drink; she sat down on the arm of Sandra's chair to watch the next dancer perform. She decided to stay here except when she had to dance in the main room, even if it cost her money. The second dancer was a busty girl the color of café au lait. She looked at the Latina, winked, and picked up where the other girl left off. Mandy orgasmed during the second song, returning the favor to the dancer during the third. Seeing the way it was going, the queue of dancers moved into the room; they left their clothing by the entry. Easier that way, more fun. Drinks flowed, food was eaten. Soon only the two men were dressed; a great deal of pressure was being exerted on both to get naked. The dancers danced, petite and full figured; dusky and pale; white blond and dyed black. Soon more dancers joined the party; the main room had been quiet all night, the real party in the back. Just before midnight William stood and called for quiet. Everyone gathered as Sandra led Mandy to the stage and tied her hands to the pole. Sandra teased Mandy's pussy for twenty minutes in front of a crowd, bringing Mandy to one explosive orgasm after another. They untied Mandy, put Sandra in her place, and a half dozen dancers took turns bringing her off. The two curled in a chair together afterward, watching the stage as couples coupling became the early morning entertainment. The servants left satisfied, agreeing to never speak of the evening to anyone else; they'd complain and make sure that the next party for this customer would happen on their watch. The bartender had done shots off Beth's sex, then dove in with tongue and fingers. She traded her ass for that opportunity, Beth lubing her up for William's use. The bartender considered it a fair trade, maybe even a plus for her – the big man had brought her off multiple times, a first for her with a man. The dancers were happy; they'd attacked each other in drunken revelry. The few fully straight girls found the waiters and Jerome willing to scratch their itches. Rebekka was cuddled between two dancers, one pale blond, the other a deep brown with tight black curls. The contrasting fingers diving in and out of her pussy had held her fascinated until she came so hard she squirted all over. William had only done the bartender and Beth; he'd taken Beth on the stage. Every woman in the room had watched him work her. Straight, bi, or lesbian they envied his command of his lover's body. He'd finished her standing up, holding her in his arms off the ground; his hands pressed her hips to him, her arms wrapped around his neck. The room had gasped at his strength and balance. Even when he'd climaxed he did not stagger under the combined weight. Beth had glowed in the aftermath of the lovemaking. An oriental girl had crept forward and licked her clean, savoring the taste and wishing she'd been Beth. The party ended at three; the club had to close. The limo pulled around for the VIP's. The dancers looked forward to the next "private party for six; request ten dancers." The sex had been great, the booze free, and the money nearly overwhelming. The driver looked into the back seat and saw naked people sprawling on the seats, coats loosened. She stopped as directed in a parking lot near the hotel; they dragged her into the back and had their way with her. She ended up with a man in her mouth, one in her pussy, and four hungry mouths sucking on nipples and nibbling on her body. It was quite the tip. She let them out wearing only her top hat; the doorman looked at her mussed hair and nudity, chuckling. He'd seen the aftermath of William in a mood before. The six moved to the elevator, reeking of alcohol and sex. They rode to the penthouse, walked through the room with the Christmas tree and presents, then all went to the master bedroom, collapsing in a satisfied pile of arms and legs on the bed. Twelve Nights Ch. 11 Morning had faded to early afternoon by the time Mandy crept into the shower. When she emerged, she found William was gone and Beth had been tied to the kitchen table. Rebekka was feeding her grapes and tormenting the bound woman with her fingers. Jerome was sipping tea, watching the tableau. Her own lover, Sandra, stumbled with bleary eyes out of the bedroom, took in the scene on the dining room table, and let out a small, wistful sigh. She gathered her own coffee cup and moved to the bathroom. Mandy watched her still-red bottom wiggle as she went in to grab a shower. Sandra was going to play with herself, Mandy knew, the scene on the table was right up her alley. Mandy grabbed a bowl and cereal, planting herself at the foot of the table between Beth's legs. She smiled while watching the show; now and again her fingers would creep out and tickle Beth's feet. Each time Beth would howl in protest, trying to wiggle away. Mandy just watched as she oozed during the protests, her sex spasming in time to the wiggles. Her lover crept up behind, nibbling on her neck, hands cupping her breasts. Mandy sighed and leaned back into Sandra's torso, loving the feel of skin on skin. "I have another surprise for you, lover." Sandra slid onto the chair near Mandy, moving a small envelope from the counter to sit in front of the fire-haired woman. Mandy snatched up the envelope, licking her lips in anticipation. She'd moved past the dread butterflies; every night had ended gloriously so far. More fun tonight! "On the eleventh day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Eleven mouths a' nibbling, and an orgasm from her tongue. -S." Mandy looked up at the others. Beth had raised her head up, grinning down over her body. "Your turn tonight, firebutt." She dropped her head back, laughing. Mandy lurched out of the chair, leaning forward and descending on Beth's sex. "I'll give you a turn." Her mouth descended; moments later Beth was screaming into an orgasm, thrashing about on the table. The others watched intently. Mandy pulled her legs up on the table, straddling Beth's torso. She began tickling Beth mercilessly. As Beth began to hyperventilate, Sandra reached out and grabbed one of Mandy's hands. Rebekka took the other. Mandy took a deep breath, biting her lower lip. She had made a puddle on Beth's stomach; she was flushed. Sandra looked into the eyes, wild and fearful, speaking quiet words to calm the eruption. Beth was shaking beneath Mandy's thighs; another orgasm was rolling along through her body. Rebekka and Sandra pulled Mandy down, walking her to the couch slowly. Mandy's mind was racing, her breath coming in short gasps. The women slowly calmed her down, now holding her as she sobbed. "I... I... don't. Can't. Tickle. No. Can't." Sandra took her face in the slender hands and kissed her tears away. "Love, you've been tied down – lots of times. What's wrong?" Sandra was confused by her lover's reaction. "That was sex," deep breath, Mandy searched for words, "this is... is torment. Tickling. Nibbling." Her eyes closed, the flush spreading along her breasts. She started to quiver with the thoughts, a small climax making her tremble. "Oh my god. No. I don't want, can't want." Her fingers played with her clit ring, another small orgasm building up inside. Sandra looked over at Rebekka and smiled. Her lover was freaked out by her own wants. Another point to William; Mandy was wound tight with the idea. Her attack at Beth's taunt spun in Sandra's head. Feathers. Definitely feathers. Rebekka shuddered at the change in Sandra's smile – it reminded her of William. William returned in the early afternoon, placed a half dozen gifts under the tree, and moved to free Beth from the table. Everyone except Mandy had taken more turns at the bound woman. Beth was giggling as she got off the table. William held out a box for her. She ripped off the paper like an impatient child; a squeal of pleasure made everyone stare. Beth had dropped the package and jumped into William's arms, covering his laughing face with kisses. She dropped down, picked up the package and ran to the bathroom, giggling all the way. William turned, shrugging his shoulders. Jerome raised his teacup in salute. William came over and availed himself of the hot water and a teabag. Beth strutted out of the bathroom in moments, twirling like a runway model in the center of the room. Jerome let out a low whistle. Rebekka poked him, "Why don't you get me things like that?" Her eyes were wide as well. Mandy and Sandra stopped fooling about on the couch, eyes glued to Beth. The dress was crimson silk, cut on a bias from the tip of one hip nearly to the ankle on the other side. The bodice was corseted; Beth's medium breasts were lifted, enlarged. The cleavage looked amazing. Above the strapless bust line trailed a series of rubies; five leading up to a broad golden choker. More rubies and diamonds studded the front of the necklace. New chandelier earrings in ruby and diamond cascaded from Beth's lobes. The knee high boots, matching the dress exactly, completed the ensemble. "My lady in red, absolutely beautiful, my Beautiful." All of them could hear him capitalize the word. Beth blushed and bowed to him, eyes sparkling. Rebekka ran to change, followed at a leisurely pace by Jerome. Mandy started to get up and Sandra stopped her with a kiss. "You've all the clothes you need for dinner, firebutt." Mandy slapped her red bottom as she wiggled to go dress. Sandra stuck her tongue out, strutting into the bedroom. Beth plopped down next to Mandy, running her hands over the pierced nipples. "How did it feel, really?" Her voice was intent. Mandy's head jerked around, eyes wide at Beth. "It... hurt, for a bit. Then it took a while to get used to. Like someone touching and tugging softly all the time." She sighed, trembling a little. "It feels good to have people play with them, all of them." She regarded Beth, looking at the woman so changed over a couple months. "What's it like, being on the table?" Beth giggled, blushing. "It's like you are the whole world. Nothing else matters but you. Everyone is looking at you, feeling you," Beth trembled, her voice quivering with need, "It's like heaven, the torment." A deep sigh, followed by another giggle, close to Mandy's ear, "I came while just waiting, that first time. No one touched me. The anticipation just..." breath in short gasp, "... exploded." The last word made Mandy tingle from her nipples down to her toes. Her hands were shaking, unable to be still. Beth kissed her earlobe, softly. Mandy thrashed into an orgasm, uncontrolled. Mandy came down, trembling, hearing Beth's laughter beside her. William was watching them both over the edge of his paper; his eyes nearly set Mandy off again. Mandy was in a haze as the others emerged from the bedroom. Sandra stalked out in a silver gown that clung to her slender form; the halter neck allowed the back to plunge to below her hips. The hips were silt to the waist; the whole skirt really just a front and back panel joined by a silver bauble at the point of her hips. Mandy's eyes tracked her lover, wanting to untangle the braid down her back, smudge the silver lipstick, make tears run over the bright mascara and shadow. She wanted her lover more than ever. Jerome strode out next, a crisp white linen suit and pale lavender shirt making the purple-black of his skin startlingly clear. He smiled, at Mandy, giving a little twirl for her. She remembered the feel of his body, her own responded forcefully to the show. Swallowing hard, she realized that she'd not touch tonight. Her hands fluttered in her lap, trying to settle. Rebecca came out finally, a Goth wet dream in black vinyl. The top was cut like a t-shirt, clinging tight. The sides were open to laces; the shirt moved with her breathing, like a second skin. Nipples showed plainly erect. The effect was more like body paint than clothing. The pants were cut identically; side and fly lacings bringing the material tight to Rebekka's slender form. Her belly and skin showed white against the mirror black of the clothing. Her hair was loose and straight, a brush in dye making it blue-black. Lips blackened and eyes outlined in the same blue-black as her hair, Rebekka was a vamp defined. William held out a collar and leash to Sandra. It was rhinestones and silver, the leash a braid of sparkling beads. Sandra accepted it, then moved to Mandy. Mandy sat stock still as the collar closed, her pulse throbbing in her sex and nipples, the throbbing making her crazy. A tug on the collar and she followed Sandra's swaying hips to the elevator. She could smell sex in the confines of the elevator; her own arousal and that of the others. The elevator arrived at the ground floor; Mandy took a breath and followed her lover. She strutted proudly, proclaiming her devotion with her nudity as she walked. She was unprepared for the sudden turn; they weren't leaving the hotel. The group walked into the open foyer, moving to a table set under draped gauze. Other guests were standing by the bar, sipping at drinks. The gauze closed behind the arrivals; a table was set with eleven chairs. Sandra turned to Mandy, holding her face in her hands, and kissed her deeply. "Lover, lay on the table. For me." Her voice trembled, fear undercutting her words. Mandy looked at the table, suddenly understanding. There were no bonds; the only thing keeping Mandy on the table would be Sandra's command. Mandy's mouth went dry. "Yes, mistress." Her body was trembling. William, of all people, stepped to her side, offering his hand to steady her as she moved onto the table. He made sure she lay correctly, head to the proper end. He bent over to kiss her, whispering, "Good girl, Mandy. You'll be fine." He straightened, stepping over to the bar. His words felt like chains on her wrists. It steadied her will; the chains were welcome. She could see them in her mind, anchoring her to the surface. The anticipation started to build. Her nipples rose to their full height, aching. Her sex began to redden and swell under the fiery patch of pubes. The gauze hid the details of the garden party; it was unusual, but not unique. Other hotel guests thought they could see a red-haired woman laying on a table; some lingered, trying to make out the details hidden in the cloth. Some stayed even longer, when the cries started. The group gathered at the table, Mandy a creamy centerpiece with her red hair spread about. Mandy studied the other six at the party. The tattooed man from two days prior was seated at her elbow, black tux and bow tie hiding the artwork from prying eyes. Mandy recalled his taste on her tongue. Next to him was a woman slightly smaller than Rebekka, in formal kimonos. Her black hair was piled high on her head, held in place with a pair of sticks. Her skin was nearly translucent; lips painted a shocking red against the fairness of her skin. Eyes downward, she settled at the table. Eddie, the bar owner, sat uncomfortably. His suit was tailored English wool; it didn't matter. He looked like he wanted to tear his tie off. He was obviously there at the behest of the slender woman sitting at his side. She was nearly as tall as William, spare, with hair going to silver grey. Her dress was worn elegantly, easily. She looked like a society matron, except for the wicked gleam in her eyes as she looked at William. The final pair were at the foot of the table, dressed in matching colors. They could have been twins; one male and one female. Blonde hair tumbling to shoulders, metallic blue shirts matching their eyes. A black skirt for her; slacks for him. If they were twenty-one, Mandy thought, I'm a nun. Sandra sat at the head of the table, surprising everyone but William, it seemed. He swirled brandy in a snifter and smiled at the look on the matron's face, then tipped it back and inhaled the alcohol. Her discomfort seemed to please him. He took the place at Sandra's right, Beth beside him. Jerome took his place at Sandra's left hand; Rebekka smiled as she settled her bottom and patted the seat beside her, motioning to the matron. Mandy realized that other games were afoot tonight, pictured the bonds in her mind, grateful that she had only one task. Stay right here. Piece of cake. Her body tensed, the anticipation rising. Sandra stood, raising her wineglass. "I salute your presence, my friends. I bid you welcome to my gathering." William let loose with a "Cheers!" Beth giggled and sipped at her drink. Rebekka was squirming with private amusement; Jerome grinned. The woman's frown deepened; Eddie seemed to relax in contrast. The others raised glasses. Most of the table looked expectantly at William. Jerome rose instead, holding his glass of Scotch aloft. "May your table be ever bountiful, gracious hostess." He bowed low. The wait staff brought out baskets of hard rolls, slid a tray under Mandy's midsection, then dusted her stomach with spices and poured olive oil from her navel to her ribs. She squirmed some, the mental picture of cuffs the only thing keeping her from jumping out of her skin and running. Bread was torn, conversations began haltingly. Beth could not make out what was said. Her mind traced each trail of bread across her tummy. Soup came next, with soft breadsticks. The blonde youth at the foot of the table took a warm stick from where they rested betwixt her thighs, pulling it along. It ruffled her trimmed patch, then slid along her sex, nudging the ring in her clit hood. She shuddered violently, leaking onto the tray under her bottom. He twisted the tip of the bread against her opening, sopping up her essence. He offered the stick to the woman across from him. She licked the underside, sucking it into her mouth like a cock. Others laughed at the blatant foreplay; Sandra smiled at Mandy's control. A chef wheeled a cart with roast beef and pork to the table, whetting his carving knife. Each thin slice was moved onto Mandy's body, a row from her breast to her hip. It was excruciatingly arousing. Mandy shuddered as small climaxes flowed from her warmed skin to her sex. She wanted to touch herself, nearly did, then the vision of the missing bonds pulled her arms back up. "She nearly came out of control, young lady." The matron's voice, cutting across the good humor. "She nearly did, but did not," Sandra was trying to sound assured, nearly making it. "She will please me." Rebekka snorted alongside. "Mother, do hush." She rounded on the woman, red flushing her cheeks. "That was unaccountably rude. We all saw; the slave did not fail." Slave. Wow. Mandy shifted, realizing that was her place. Another shudder came. I want to please Sandra, please my mistress. She glanced at William. His eyes approved. She steadied down, holding his eyes, anchored by the force of his gaze. Someone poked her with a fork; it didn't matter. Fingers traced her sex, using her essence to flavor their food. William ate sparingly, never removing his eyes from hers. Mandy's eyes closed now and again as orgasms rose and fell. Whenever she opened them he was still there. Dessert was served, puffs of chocolate and vanilla cream placed on her overheated skin. William turned away, nodding to Sandra. Sandra reached out, touching Mandy's wrists. "You may move your limbs freely, slave. You may not touch where you are pierced. You may not rise. You may touch and thrash to your hearts content, as it will please me." Mouths descended on her, taking the cream from her body. The orgasm spread from the touches on her body; she screamed out, incoherent, proclaiming her devotion to her mistress. William laughed then, something triumphant in his tone. When Mandy came down, the group had moved away from her. A last dollop of cream sat above her dripping sex. Sandra had come around the table, slithering up in a shimmer of silver. "My dessert, taken freely of mine own will." Mandy saw William lay a hand on the shoulder the matron (his sister?). She looked at him, he firmly shook his head. She stopped to watch. Sandra's mouth descended. Mandy started coming before the lips touched her flesh. The dollop of cream slid down, hanging on the golden ring for a moment. Sandra's questing tongue caught it there, then slid underneath. Another scream of pleasure, thrashing. Mandy's eyes caught Beth's; the secret smile underneath let Mandy reach another level of pleasure. It ended too soon, Sandra rising to stand at the foot of the table, her face smeared with Mandy's juices. Unsteady legs held her upright; she raised a trembling glass in salute. "I thank you all for your attendance, fare well and fare happily." Jerome raised his glass in response, "Fair lady, our thanks for sharing your bounty with us this evening. Until we are blessed by your presence again, farewell." He gave his courtly bow, bending low. Staff came in, cleaning up tables. The couples moved to the exit one pair at a time. Eddie took his lady's arm firmly, despite her struggles, and walked her to the entry. William gave her a kiss, not at all like a brother. She was holding a retort back, the protocol of the event not allowing any more talk. As Eddie moved her through the fold in the gauze William's hand shot out. His hand landed on her bottom with a sound like a gunshot. She squeaked and jumped; outraged and aroused at the same time. William's other hand closed the draping gauze as her mouth opened, cutting off all conversation. Jerome waited, holding Rebekka on his lap silently. He looked at William, who moved his hand to his chest, then held up a single finger. William took Beth's arm and escorted her to the edge of the world, this world. He lifted the gauze and took her out into the other world, when they crossed over she began to giggle and blush, clinging to his arm. Then the curtain fell and they were gone for the night, beyond the veil of this world. Jerome picked Rebekka up, carrying her in his arms. He gave another bow, then walked to the curtain. They left the world softly, moving away. Mandy was still on the table, flushed and weak from her ordeal. She heard a rustle of cloth, then felt her lover's naked body against her own. "I love you, firebutt. Wanna go make out in the hotel room?" Mandy crushed her in a fierce hug, trying to meld their bodies together. Tears flowed down her face, sobs wracking her body. Sandra held her through the struggles, kissing away the tears as they fell. Sandra helped Mandy off the table, the two walking hand in hand, naked, to the veil of the world. They strode through together, moving to the elevator. A few sets of eyes watched, having waited, and were not disappointed in what they saw. The glass elevator climbed towards the penthouse, carrying the two away from prying eyes. They didn't notice anyone else; the world was their own. Twelve Nights Ch. 12 Mandy awoke with Sandra tightly spooned to her body. She untangled herself without waking her lover, crept to the shower and rinsed the sweat and other residue of the previous night from her body. She slid across the floor and to the bedroom door; her lover was now on her back snoring (such a cute sound!), perfect in her innocence. Mandy carefully moved into the front room. William sat with his paper; Beth's head was in his lap, her body sprawled on the couch. She glowed, her world perfect in every way with William right there. Mandy sighed; she would never become that submissive, but the temptation of an uncomplicated world... Rebekka was fighting with the stove; she did not have her uncle's flair for eggs or pancakes. Jerome was watching her struggles, trying not to laugh at his petite lover. It looked like it would be scrambled eggs, after all. Mandy thought for a moment no one had noted her entry. "Good morning," William's voice carried without booming in the room. "I want you to know I am proud of you, proud of Sandra. You did well last night." He turned the page of his paper, never having moved his head. Mandy didn't know what to make of William; she'd known him over five years – had been a sometimes lover for most that time. Until this two weeks she'd never known he had family – hell, never known he could cook, or bleed, or be angered. She moved to the counter, nearer Jerome. He was an easier puzzle to work; still complicated but human. Sitting centered on the counter were eleven pale yellow roses. The card sat below them. She reached for it; Jerome's hand flicked out, slapping her. "Not until your lover rises, dear." He smiled gently while saying it; Mandy knew he was right. Still, she wanted the envelope now. Rebekka put a plate of eggs with ham, not too badly mangled, in front of her. A cup of coffee followed. Rebekka looked at her with a sparkle in her eyes. "Did you see my mother's face when Sandra took the head chair at the table? Or when Jerome took second?" She was giddy with amusement. Mandy shook her head, not recalling. She didn't know the significance of what Rebekka was saying. Mandy smiled and nodded. The coffee was wonderful. William and Beth came over to eat, Beth holding on William's arm. She slid next to Mandy, leaning over to whisper. "You know you two are now a couple, right?" A soft giggle, then, "You get to be bottom in public, lucky you. Sandra will have expectations; you just get to play around." She stretched like a cat, flexing her back. Mandy hadn't thought of that; the thought of being the submissive in the relationship had never crossed her mind. Sandra was compliant; Mandy was impulsive and domineering. Nah, they'd redo this. Maybe. Well, they should. The confusion played over Mandy's face. It was nice to be cared for... Sandra did so well. Mandy had a lot to consider. Sandra crept out of the bedroom quietly, wearing a robe. She came up behind Mandy, hugging her close. "Morning, lover." She snagged a piece of toast off Mandy's plate. "You can open the envelope now." Mandy had leaned back against Sandra, rubbing her back against the thick cotton robe. Her hand snagged the envelope, pulling it open and extracting the card. "On the twelfth day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Twelve hours of dominance, and many orgasms from her tongue. Until midnight, I am your servant, my slave. - Mistress Sandra" Mandy's breath caught in her throat. The card fell from nerveless fingers. It came together; Mandy realized she'd been seduced by a domme. She was soaking the seat cushion below her sore bottom. Without thinking she dropped off the chair, turning to face her lover, her mistress, on her knees. She bent to kiss the pretty toes, "Oh mistress it is too much," her voice was different in her own ears. Happier. Like Beth's. She kissed up the leg under the robe, finding the black corset that had so excited her that first night. Tears flowed; Mandy could not stop crying from the happiness that finally had broken free inside. Sandra raised her up then dropped her robe, turning to the couch in the living room. She wiggled her bottom at Mandy, bending over the back, rising up with the paddle and a willow wand. Sandra set them on the side table, then leaned over the couch back, presenting her bottom to Mandy, to the room. "Lover, will you spank me like the devious, manipulative, minx I am deserves to be spanked?" Mandy strode over to the side table. For eleven days she'd thought about her revenge on her lover. For the paddling. For the restraints. She snatched up the paddle, her anger bubbling up inside. "Treacherous!" SMACK. "Conniving!" SMACK. "Manipulative!" SMACK. "Devious!" SMACK. "Arrogant!" SMACK. "Sneaky!" SMACK. "Willful!" SMACK. "Minx!" SMACK. Silence. The paddle dropped to the floor. Mandy sagged to her knees. She crept up to the offered bottom, offering kisses on the angry red welts she'd raised. "Beautiful. Sexy. Wonderful. Beloved. Lovely. Exciting. Mine. My Mistress." The words trailed into tears, the kisses continuing on the offered bottom. "I... I can't, Mistress Sandra," Mandy pulled at her lover, her mistress, turning her around. "Please, Mistress, please... please forgive me, Mistress. Tell me how to please you, Mistress." Sandra's laughter rang in the apartment, the sheer joy of it resounding. "Oh, my beautiful firebutt. I have to forgive you; it is your last command to me." Sandra pulled Mandy's face to the apex of her legs. "Beth, would you fetch Mandy's present from under the tree? It is early, but she is ready for it." Beth crept to the tree on hands and knees; she fetched the package in its fiery red wrap to Sandra in her mouth. Sandra took it from her, gently. "Thank Beth for bringing your present, Mandy." Emotions tumbling in her head, Mandy half tackled Beth, moving to lap at the other woman's sex. Beth nimbly adjusted, settling on bottom of a 69 with the redhead. A flurry of nips and licks ensued, the two women squirming on the floor, moaning and crying from pleasure given and taken. The audience sat mute. Rebekka looked at her uncle, chewing on her lower lip, unsure what this meant. William was quiet, approving. Jerome appreciated the view, taking it for what it was. Sandra was beaming, finally having gained what she wanted. When the two women finally broke apart long minutes later, Beth kissed Mandy, "You're welcome, firebutt." Beth crept, wiggling her bottom in a sinuous motion, to William's side. Her smile warmed her new-found soul sister. Sandra opened the package for Mandy; she held the gold and emerald choker out to her devoted slave. Mandy kissed Sandra's feet, her knees, her thighs, and higher yet. Sandra fastened the choker in place, allowing Sandra's tongue to bring her up and over the edge. As her spasms subsided, she pulled her slave to her feet, sharing a fierce kiss flavored by her own essence and that of Beth. Mandy clung to the smaller woman, nuzzling a nipple that overflowed the corset. Mandy heard the whispered words from Sandra, words that sealed her fate, "I love you, firebutt. You are mine to love, mine to direct, mine to tease and please and devour. I am your Mistress, your lover, your world. And you are mine." Mandy sunk to her knees, her place in the world; this private world. She smiled at Beth, understanding the other woman at last. Tears crept from her eyes again. The world is beautiful, filled with my lover and I. The lash stings so it may bring pleasure; the bonds hold to set the bound free. Forever is fleeting; now endures. Now my lover is my world and I am my lover's. It is perfect. Thus endeth the Twelve Nights, the seduction of Mandy.