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Turning the paddle, he ran it over her blushing flesh. Tonight was important, though not for the reasons Jane believed. They would put her on display in the ballroom and allow strangers to touch and fondle their submissive. Her unveiling would bring down the house and, most importantly, force Peter Ellington to show himself.

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Jane wasn’t sure she would be capable of walking if it wasn’t for Santos and Antonio on either side.

Their linked arms served to keep her upright and moving forward. Her legs were still wobbly, and her ass stung from the paddling she’d received. Her thighs were still sticky with her cream, and they’d refused her request to wash up.

The toe of her shoe caught on the carpet. Both men looked down at her, and she smiled. Normally she didn’t wear heels but Lily had talked her into buying the ridiculously high shoes. She’d protested but the other woman had been adamant.

She was getting used to them and she had to admit, they did make her feel sexy. Her walk had a little extra shimmy, drawing attention to her breasts and ass. With each step cool air licked at her damp cunt.

Anticipation vibrated along her skin standing every hair on end.

The thought of being displayed was exhilarating and scary. She’d witnessed the spectacle of submissives arranged like statues while others stopped to admire them. Her pussy pulsed. It wasn’t unusual for someone to touch the displays though etiquette required they ask permission from the slave’s master first.

It was funny, but she trusted the two men who walked beside her though they were little more than strangers.

Intimate strangers.

She had no doubt they would keep their word and watch out for her. They would allow nothing to go awry while they were on watch.

“Here we go,” Santos murmured. His hand covered hers.

The hallway outside the ballroom was crowded with waitstaff and guests. Even though her costume was the most scandalous she’d ever worn, once again she was demure in comparison to the other ladies.

Many of the women were topless, and she’d never seen such an array of body piercings. Nipples adorned with metal bits, all shapes and sizes imaginable. A redhead with a cat headband and very little else was showing off her pussy piercings. Jane’s eyes widened when she spied multiple pieces of metal jutting from her flesh.

One word, OUCH.

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Many of these people were current or future clients, which made her doubly grateful for the masks.

Jane wasn’t sure she could discuss the merits of a sit down dinner over a buffet knowing her client had a devil charm hanging from her labia.

The ballroom was dark and as crowded as the hall. Some sort of European techno music thundered from a sound system on the stage. A small dance floor was crowded to overflowing with gyrating bodies in all shapes and colors imaginable. The overhead lights had been changed to strobes of blue, pink and red giving it a club atmosphere.

To the left was an informal arrangement of couches and chairs. Piles of big pillows and oriental carpets invited people to sit on the floor if they chose. Behind one of the couches stood three slaves, one male and two females with their hands braced on the back and their asses thrust out.

The blonde female was being spanked by a tall man dressed in a leather jock strap. Despite the roar of the music, Jane could hear the other woman’s moans.

The male slave had his legs spread and his head down. His mistress, a woman in a dark red dress and feathered mask, held a fat anal plug in one hand and a tube of lube in the other. After greasing the plug, she handed it to the third slave.

The young woman spread the man’s ass cheeks to expose his rosy hole. Pressing the thick plug against the tight ring of muscle, she didn’t let up until his anus opened under the force. Sweat gleamed on his skin. Inch by delicious inch his greedy hole devoured the plug until only the thick base was visible.

His mistress reached for the exposed base and gave it an experimental twist. The man swore even as his hips thrust forward. She scolded him then gave him a quick crack across the ass with her hand. His head came up and the flash of pleasure pain on his face was enough to elicit a rush of cream to Jane’s pussy.

I don’t think I’m in Kansas anymore.

She allowed her men to lead her away. The submissives were easy to spot as they wore the least amount of clothing. Almost all of them sported some sort of collar with leashes attached. Their masters carried the leashes firmly, tethering their slaves to their sides.

Many of the males sported costumes of Roman noblemen, cowboys, police officers and more than a few cavemen. While some of them were pretty hot, none of them could compare to her escorts. Both were dressed as pirates complete with flowing shirts and swords. Antonio looked as if he’d stepped off the cover of a romance novel while Santos was clad all in black. The only spots of color were the gold hoops on each ear.

As they wove their way through the crowd, her eyes widened when she saw their destination. Near the dance floor, an elaborate structure resembling a cage had been constructed. Pedestals of varying heights were arranged under the canopy and submissives, mostly women, stood on them posed like statues. A variety of restraints dangled from the overhead canopy though not all of the slaves used them. Some stood www.samhainpublishing.com 29

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as if they were modeling for a catalog while others were contorted into positions Jane had thought impossible to accomplish without serious spinal damage.

Armed with glasses of champagne, spectators walked among the living statues admiring them under the watchful eyes of their masters. Several people were touching the women, a nipple tweak here, a pussy stroke there.

She quivered.

“Does this arouse you,
Belleza
?” Santos whispered in her ear.

Unable to speak, she simply nodded. Her throat was tight and her skin felt as if it had shrunk two sizes. Her sex pulsed with the beat of the music, and her need for release increased.

Antonio led them to an unoccupied pedestal closest to the wall. Her heart was pounding when he released her arm. Turning, his face was mostly covered by his mask and the only sign of life was the gleam of his eyes.

“Please remove your skirt,
Belleza
. You will pose for our friends.”

For a moment she was frozen, unable to move or breathe. Her lungs ached and spots wavered in her vision. When Santos released her arm, she sucked in a noisy breath.

I’ll be okay…

Her hands shook when she released the clasp on her skirt. She would bet her ass cheeks were as pink as the woman’s she’d seen being spanked. The velvet licked at her skin when the clasp gave way. Handing the garment to Santos, she took Antonio’s hand. Using him for balance, she stepped up onto the pedestal.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Her knees began to shake when she felt the kiss of silk at her wrists. He bound her hands behind her back taking care to ensure her restraints weren’t too tight.

“
Belleza
, we’ll be less than two feet away.” Santos’s voice was meant for her alone. “No one will overstep their bounds.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome.” She caught the flash of his teeth when he smiled.

“Bend down a bit, Beauty. With nipples as beautiful as these, everyone should be allowed to admire them.”

Antonio teased her breasts from the confines of the corset. The stiff lace scraped the tender buds, and her breath caught when the friction sent a jolt of heat to her core. She gasped when he shot her a heated look before taking possession of a nipple. Santos took the other and together the forceful sucking tore a strangled moan from her mouth. She swayed and strong hands held her in place until the moment passed.

“Let’s not forget this.” With a scrap of silk in his hand, Santos motioned for her to lean forward again.

It was a short hood, coming only to the tip of her nose. “This will increase our pleasure and ultimately, yours.”

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“Yes, master.”

She knew they’d moved away when the air turned cooler. A wave of panic washed over her. She couldn’t see anything, her hands were tied behind her back and hundreds of people could be staring at her right now.

They will keep me safe…they will keep me safe…

Taking deep, even breaths, the panic began to ease and the sounds of the party moved into the forefront. The familiar clink of crystal, female laughter and the occasional sound of flesh against flesh reached her ears, reminding her that wasn’t alone. She was surrounded by others here to enjoy the same things as she.

“Looks like someone was behaving badly.” A male voice sounded to her left. “Just look at that ass.

Man I’d like to paddle this one.”

“She is lovely,” a female voice sounded. “Spread those cheeks and let’s see what she’s hiding.”

Hands touched her buttocks and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Strong male fingers spread her cheeks to expose her anus. Jane gulped even as a gush of cream trickled from her pussy.

“Look at that beautiful rose.” The woman sighed.

“I’ll bet she’s as tight as a fist too.” The man released her. “Gentlemen, you have a treasure in this one.”

“We think so.” Antonio sounded amused.

The next few minutes were a blur of voices and intimate touches from faceless strangers. At the request of one man, Antonio commanded her to spread her legs. The stranger didn’t touch her, but she felt the unmistakable heat of his breath on her inner thighs.

Jane couldn’t remember a time when she had felt so edgy. The craving for a release had only increased since Antonio had helped her onto the pedestal and most of the spectators never touched her. Her breasts were engorged and her nipples throbbed with each beat of her heart. Her pussy was so wet the juices had left trails down her thighs. Damn! Was anyone going to give her ease?

“Gentlemen, what do we have here?” A deep, masculine voice jolted her back to reality. “I don’t remember meeting this one.”

“You haven’t. She’s quite new to the scene.”

Jane caught a slight tension in Antonio’s voice. Did they know each other?

“Villareal, you seem to have all the luck. Where do you find them?”

His voice moved around her, telling her the stranger was looking at her from all sides. He stopped in front of her and from beneath the edge of the hood she spied a pair of polished leather boots.

“I see she’s been disciplined recently.” The man sounded amused. “Are you still training with old school methods?”

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“They work the best for us,” Santos answered. “She is in the early stages of her training and, as I’m sure you know, reprimanding a submissive is an important part of her schooling.”

“How well I know this.” The man circled around her again. “I’ve learned that I enjoy the training phase tremendously, almost more than the finished product. I’ve trained a great many submissives in the ancient art of service.”

His voice sounded close, he must be quite tall.

“Your reputation precedes you,” Antonio said. “We are great admirers of your work.”

“You flatter me.” The boots stopped directly in front of her. “What is her name?”

“
Belleza
, we call her Beauty.”

“She certainly is that though her name isn’t terribly original, gentlemen.” He chuckled. “May I?”

“It would be an honor.”

A change in the air currents signaled him moving closer. Her skin prickled.

“
Belleza
, my name is Archer.”

“Good evening, Mr. Archer.” Her voice was husky.

“Just…Archer.” He sounded amused.

A hand touched her leg and she couldn’t help but tense.

“Is this her first time?”

“It is,” Santos said.

“That explains it.” His hand moved up her leg. “The purpose of displaying a submissive is two-fold, Beauty. The first is obvious; to arouse the slave until the pleasure-pain line is blurred. This state of heightened arousal is instrumental in bringing a slave to heel.” His fingers stroked the sensitive back of one knee. “The other is to demonstrate the slave’s level of submission and the talent of her masters. Yours must think a great deal of you to display you so early in your training.”

His hand moved above her knee and without thinking, she shifted her feet to give him better access.

“Greedy one isn’t she?”

“That she is.” Santos’s tone held a note of warning.

“Slave, arch your back and show off those exquisite nipples,” Archer commanded.

She did as he asked. The stiff lace trim chafed at her exposed nipples, and she swallowed a whimper.

The urge to writhe like a cat in heat was strong. When the stranger’s hand touched her pussy she couldn’t prevent a strangled squeal from escaping.

“Silence!”

Archer spoke only moments before a hand struck her ass. Need spiraled through her blood and her cream flooded her pussy. Helpless, she bucked against the hand on her mound. Beneath the edge of the hood she could see his hands. They were strong, tanned and the nails were clean and neatly trimmed. On the left he wore a dime-sized ruby ring.

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“She’s fiery, passionate.” His fingers spread her pussy lips. “No piercings? No tattoos? What a rarity you have.”

“We think so.” Antonio’s voice was closer now.

“May I?” Archer spoke.

“Please.”

Jane didn’t have an opportunity to be nervous. One minute he was spreading her labia and the next, his mouth covered her. Strong hands gripped her ass cheeks, holding her in place, while his tongue began to stroke.

Remaining quiet wasn’t an option. A shriek was torn from her and need rose hard and fast. Thrusting her hips forward she tried to force him to increase the pressure on her clit, but he was in control. Another slap to her ass and she backed off.