Aside from how red his face got, Stuart remained stoic throughout the discussion and said nothing as they herded us upstairs. They settled Stuart in a room first, bound lengthwise on what looked like a vaulting horse, his ass hanging off one end and his head on the other. Burns patted Stuart's backside gleefully and I was encouraged to see Stuart wiggle it in response.

After a brief debate, they decided to put me in a separate room. Damon took the lead, bringing me to a room with a metal frame in the center. Wrist cuffs hung from the top crossbar, making it look like a kinky swing set, which was fitting I suppose, if I thought of the club as a sexual playground. Damon stood facing me as he lifted my arms, one at a time, into the cuffs and secured them. The cuffs were leather, but they were padded with fur on the inside.

He then slipped a matching blindfold over my eyes, leather with fur against my face. "Do I have to wear it?" I asked, as he settled it in place.

"If anyone wants to take it off you, they can," he said. "You know I get off on blindfolds."

Sigh. "Yes, Mr. George. So what are the rules here?"

"You have to do something sexual with each of the five members. Usually that would include letting them fuck you, but your dictum prevents that. So I'd say either you or they must come for it to count. Vanette, do you agree?"

"That's my interpretation of the rules, as well," Vanette said. "I'm going to supervise Stuart. I take it you can handle things here."

Damon slid his hand between my legs, his fingers skimming my exposed clit and labia. "Oh yes, I'll handle things." I moaned as his feather-light touch aroused me far more quickly than a rough hand would. "Hmm, but we're only four in the room. Daniel, would you get started while I go recruit one more so we can reach quorum?"

"Certainly," said a voice from behind me.

I felt hands at my wrists, and the next thing I knew, the cuffs came loose from the chains. I was still wearing them, but not attached to the frame any longer. "Follow the sound of my voice, darling," he said.

I turned toward him. He was walking away. I heard the creak as he sat down in a chair. I lowered myself to the carpet and crawled toward him as he said, "That's it. Come on, a little closer. No big surprises here."

That last caused one of the other men in the room to guffaw, and I wondered if that meant I was about to find a huge penis in my face. I found one of his knees with my hand and felt for him with the other.

In fact it was the opposite. His dick was small enough that the entire thing fit in my fist when fully erect. Apparently he was sufficiently self-confident to make jokes about his lack of size. I stroked him for a bit.

"Lick the end, would you?" he said, as if he were asking me to pass the sugar.

I hesitated a moment. Somehow it was no big deal for me to give this guy a hand job, but putting him in my mouth gave me pause.

"That's a good girl," he said. "One little lick won't hurt."

Okay. I swallowed and licked him like an ice cream cone. He tasted clean and a little salty.

"There you go. Get it wet and then use your hand."

I did as he asked, trying to guess how he liked it best, fast or slow, tight or loose, and at what angle. What made him go "Oh!" was when I tugged him away from his body, outward and not upward, with my thumb over the head circling on each stroke. When he got too close to bear it any longer, he closed his hand over mine and guided the last few tugs until he spurted, hot and thick, into my fingers.

"Ahhh. Outstanding instincts," he said, as someone else toweled my hands clean, first with a sanitary wipe and then with a towel. I heard him pulling up his trousers. "I don't know where George finds these lovely prodigies. This one is so innocent, yet sensual. It seems almost a shame to corrupt her."

"Almost," said another man. "Lay her back on the pad there."

"What do you have in mind, Charles?"

"If I can't fuck her twat or her arse, how about her tits?"

"Not sure she's got enough titty for that, but I suppose you could give it a go."

Hands helped me into position, lying back on something soft. Someone put a pillow under my head, and then a naked man climbed astride my stomach.

I gasped as cold liquid splashed on my chest.

"It's only lube, love," Charles said. "Without it we'd both be sorry. Give me your hand."

I lifted one hand and he poured some lube into my palm.

"Now get me good and hard."

I reached for him, found him easily, and began to stroke. It took a few seconds for his flesh to come to life, but once it did, it felt like a chubby, fat organ in my hand.

"There we are. Now push your jubblies together." He caught me by the wrist cuffs and put my hands on my breasts in case I wasn't sure what he meant.

I'm not one of these ample-chested women, but I had enough to make a tunnel between them, which was good enough for him. His cock slid against my breastbone, into the tunnel I'd made.

It would have been kind of hot if I'd been attracted to him, but I wasn't even sure which man this was merely from his voice. If James, or even Damon, had been doing it, I would have enjoyed it more. As it was, it was mostly a test of endurance, trying to keep my grip on my boobs and waiting for him to get all the way to orgasm.

When he finally did, we were both out of breath. Although he bellowed loudly when he came, his come was a mere trickle on my chest and throat.

Again there were various hands cleaning me up, and then helping me to my feet. Several of the men were chuckling at one of their number who I gathered had been jerking himself off and had accidentally gone too far.

"'Ts all right, 'ts all right," he said. "I can still perform m' duty to the fellowship and the lady. Settle her over here."

They moved me again, this time bending me over another horse, crosswise, this one lower than the one they had put Stuart on. They attached the wrist cuffs to the feet of the horse so my head was bent way over, and secured my thighs to it somehow so that my toes no longer touched the ground.

The next thing I felt was a mouth on my clit. His tongue pushed under the edge of the chastity belt, teasing at my vagina, and then concentrating cat-washing licks across my clit. When he tired of that, he sucked my clit into his mouth and jabbed relentlessly at it with the tip of his tongue. I cried out, aroused but tortured by the sensation at the same time.

"Shhh. Hush, darling. See if you can keep quiet," he said, which gave me a moment of relief since he had to stop in order to say it, but began a whole new form of torture when he went right back to it.

Not screaming or crying out was difficult, but I managed it somehow. The endless sensation right on the button of my clit was pain as much as pleasure, and just when I was convinced the torment was too much and would never go over into orgasm, he slipped one finger under the edge of the belt into me and I began to come instantly.

I couldn't move, bound as I was, and I couldn't scream, so all the energy of the orgasm came out in shuddering. Behind the blindfold I saw colors and heard fireworks. It was only when I calmed down at last that I realized an argument was going on in the room between the last two men left.

James was one of them. "Honestly, George, is this necessary?"

"House rules, old son. Either she comes or you do."

I felt a hand on my thigh and trembled under it. James!

Damon coaxed him further. "It won't take you long. If she comes once, the second one is easy to bring out."

Careful fingers felt along my seam where the chastity belt exposed me, and massaged gently my ravaged clit. Oh, oh James, please! I didn't want him to stop. I needed that touch, that gentleness, so I tried to keep quiet, thinking that the moment he realized it was me, he might stop.

"How long has she been here?"

"A few weeks," Damon said. "As I was explaining, the total lack of sexual use of her is what brought this on."

"The society has some odd rules," James said.

"We never claimed otherwise," Damon agreed. "The British have made an art of creating convoluted excuses to elaborately fuck each other."

"And I appreciate that art," James said, "even if I am perhaps less enthused about this than my fellows. The poor girl at least deserves some consideration." His long, slick finger slid slowly along my clit, then back the other way, like a violin bow making a string vibrate.

And then the whole charade came down, as he asked me a question. "Do you like that?"

I nodded my head, trying desperately not to give myself away yet.

"Tell me how much you like it," he purred.

One sob escaped me before I could begin to speak. "I...I like it exactly like that!"

He froze, his finger against my clit but no longer moving. "What-?"

"I told you her name was Ashley," Damon said.

I cried out as his hands went away. "What is the meaning of this?" James sounded so British at that moment, like he often did at times of stress.

I shook my head trying to get the blindfold off. "It's me! It's me!" I shouted.

"You're despicable," James said, though whether it was to me or to Damon I couldn't tell.

Damon answered. "On the contrary, I keep my promises."

"I'll have no part in whatever sick game you're playing." It sounded like James was leaving the room.

"I just want to talk to you!" I shouted, but he was already down the hall. I could hear two sets of footsteps going down the stairs, James fleeing and Damon following.

I pulled at the wrist cuffs, but I was well and truly restrained. I screamed in frustration.

A moment later Vanette was there, letting me loose. "What happened?"

"Damon-" I tried to start. "He-" I blinked as she took the blindfold off me and helped me to a chair.

But Damon was back. "Alas, he's gone."

"You left her unsupervised in bondage?"

"Only for a moment," Damon said. "The door was open and Charles and Daniel are both about."

Vanette looked around the empty room with an accusatory tilt to her head. "She's had enough. And you've more than proved your point."

"The rules state five. If you count that last, aborted one as number four, she still needs one more. I'll do the honors and then she can go."

Vanette crossed her arms, but said, "Fine. You're last. And then she's done. Send her to my room for debriefing."

"Unlock the belt," Damon said with a grin.

"Need I remind you of those rules? So long as she is under this roof-?"

"I am all too aware of her prohibition," Damon said. "I promise I won't penetrate her. Not even with my pinky finger. Not even if she begs me to."

Vanette huffed, but she undid the locks and slid the belt free. She took it with her when she left. Damon closed the door behind her.

"What the hell, Damon?" I said, jumping to my feet the moment we were alone. "Was that your big plan to get him and me together? It sure as hell looks now like a plan to get me alone with you."

"Language," he said, snapping his fingers, "and form of address. Two infractions in one sentence. Turn around."

"I'm not kidding. This isn't a game."

"No, it isn't, which is why you had better do as I say."

"Fine." I turned around and he pressed himself against me from behind. I felt his trousers drop to the floor, his erection hard against my spine.

"Down," he said, and we went down on all fours like a pair of wrestlers, onto the mat on the carpet. He pushed me until I was facedown on the padded surface and his cock was between my legs. "Keep your knees together."

He fucked me then, in the crack between my thighs, his cock rubbing against all my sensitive parts but not, as he'd promised, penetrating me. Yet.

"I'd say your friend's sudden departure today was a fairly unequivocal rejection of you, wouldn't you say?" Damon's cock was long and slender as he drew it back and forth.

"Bullshit. We didn't even get to talk," I countered.

"If he wanted to talk, he would have stayed," Damon countered back. "The moment he knew it was you, he bolted."

"That's because he's ashamed of how he dumped me and he's afraid of dealing with the consequences." I gritted my teeth. Do I believe that? I have to.

Damon wanted me to think otherwise. "You're clinging to a pipe dream. He's a loser. He's in your past. Can't you see I'm the man who can give you everything you want?"

"All you've given me is an excuse for even more people to touch me."

"I'll take you away from here, Karina. I'll never let another man touch you again if that's what you want."

"We are not having this conversation!" I tried to struggle out from under him then, but he held me fast. "I'm not yours!"

"Not yet, you're not. But you promised me one night, one night to do whatever I like, no restrictions."

"Only if he rejected me!"

"What else do you call fleeing at the sight of you?"

"Shut up! You don't know him the way I do!" I struggled more, which only seemed to spur him to thrust harder.

"And I thought you were a woman of honor!"

"I am! I'll prove it to you!"

"How?" His breath was coming in short gasps now.

I clenched my legs tighter. "Give me two more weeks! Two more weeks, and if I haven't made up with him by then, you can have your one night with me!"