Chapter 40

Jean arrived on schedule at Garber's and got busy with the promised dinner. Martin noted that she didn't hide like she had on previous occasions, either, preferring to wander back and forth from the living room to the kitchen and generally being more vivacious. The dinner was ambrosia for a couple of unlucky bachelors and they gave it rave reviews. Afterward, Jean didn't seem to be in a mad rush to leave, either. Martin wandered into the kitchen, where he found her washing a pot. "We have a dishwasher, you know -- if we didn't no dish would EVER be clean around here!"

"I know," Jean smiled ruefully, "It's full -- mostly the stacks that had accumulated before dinner."

"Ah. I'll leave you to it, then." Martin noted her expression. "If you want to talk about it, I'd love to have some coffee in my office, after..."

Jean smiled and nodded. Fifteen minutes later, she slid through his office door carrying a tray. "Jeez! I wasn't talking formal tea!" Martin burst out.

"I had to get two cups up here," Jean retorted, "spoons, creamer, sugar..."

Martin laughed. "For me, just the coffee. I don't adulterate it with other ingredients."

"Well, I do!" Jean poured a dollop of milk into hers, thinking, 'That explains why there's no creamer...'

Martin waved her into a chair and she sat, sipping pensively, for a moment. "So...?"

"I know I'm acting weird," Jean sighed.

"You have been," Martin countered. "You seem a lot more natural tonight."

Jean smiled ruefully, "You should see things from MY side!"

"I'm listening."

"I... feel a little weird about being here, since..."

"Since we had sex?"

"Yes."

"You can treat that however you like," Martin advised her. "That includes ignoring it. What bothers you?"

"You know," Jean replied. "I'm in a relationship."

"There are relationships and relationships," Martin murmured.

"So I hear!" Jean said with some asperity.

"Ah," Martin mused, "NOW we're getting somewhere! Something happened with Toby?"

"Didn't happen actually," Jean sighed. "I haven't seen him in a few days, so I called him. He brushed me off -- and was pretty rude about it."

Martin nodded. "Not exactly what you want to hear from the love of your life..."

"Yeah." Jean gazed at the floor -- or maybe her sandals. "He's been supportive in the past..."

"Supportive and in love are two different things," Martin pointed out.

"Well, I know, but..."

"Yes, there's a child involved. Technically, there are two..." 'Maybe three,' Martin added to himself.

"Yes," Jean nodded. "Stupid, aren't I?"

"Well," Martin replied, "I prefer to think that you were overcome by events. On the other hand, you're turning it into a major complication."

"Meaning I should terminate the pregnancy," Jean said dully. Looking up, she flared, "It's a life!"

"Well, it's still a potential, right now," Martin replied. "Propagation of the species is a basic function of the female, but some are more suited to it than others. How did your pregnancy with Rick go?"

"It was... tough," Jean admitted.

"And you're what -- almost two decades older?" Martin pointed out. "Yes, you've done it before, but do you REALLY want to do it again, at this point in your life?" He sat a moment, musing, then said quietly, "Hank nearly killed Holly." He shook himself, and added, "There are enough children out there -- the species isn't going to become extinct if you don't produce another."

"I know, but..."

Martin eyed her. "Are you sure that the child isn't just your way of binding Toby to you?"

Jean dropped her eyes. "No."

"I'm sure I'm repeating something you've heard from a number of sources, but a long-term relationship with someone his age has a very low probability of success -- even if you factor in the child," Martin pointed out. "Suppose he allows you to tie him to you. He's a bright boy -- very bright. How much of a fence do you think you're going to put around his potential? How much will you limit him? How much will he limit himself? And how much will he blame you for the fact that he's leading some menial existence when he could be doing world-class research or something?"

"But I need him!" Jean burst out.

"Do you need HIM?" Martin pressed, "or do you need a man? A life partner? Someone to depend upon?" He sat back. "Expecting Toby to be all that you need at his age is foolish. He's a wonderful boy -- but he is STILL a boy!"

"You, too, huh?" Jean croaked. "Toby said something about me being too busy hanging on to 'A' relationship to be able to see 'THE' relationship if it offered itself..." She eyed Martin. "He seemed to think that you were a better fit."

"I might be," Martin replied, poker-faced, "and I might not. I have emotional baggage, too."

"You're running already!" Jean exclaimed, "and I haven't even said..."

"Not at all," Martin cut her off. "I'm just pointing out that you need to look before you leap. There are relationships, and relationships. You and I are of the opinion that the best sex comes from within a relationship with other facets to it. But while many relationships start out as sexual relationships, not all of them go the distance and become the lasting, life-partner kind of thing -- and you can't force a multi-faceted relationship on someone just because you want it and you're apparently sexually compatible. It's a formula for divorce."

"Like I could marry Toby," Jean muttered.

Martin pursed his lips. "That's another issue." He pause a moment. "I imagine that the sex is good?"

"Oh, yes!" Jean affirmed, but there was something in her face...

"As compared to, say, me?" Martin prompted, moving on quickly to the question, "How much experience do you have?"

Jean starred at her cup. "Not a lot. My husband wasn't gifted in the size department, I've discovered -- but I really didn't notice at the time."

"Size isn't everything," Martin agreed. "There is technique -- and attitude. Attitude may be the most important thing for a woman."

Jean nodded. "Everyone seems different..."

"I think you should gather a larger statistical sample," Martin advised. "Stop trying to expand your relationship with Toby, and see if HE attempts to expand it. And look around for someone even more sexually compatible to you than Toby."

"Is that what YOU'RE going to do?" Jean pressed.

"Yes," Martin replied. "Right now, I have memories of a woman who is gone but I loved very much versus a teenage sprite, an older Oriental lady -- and you. I need... perspective. You do, too."

"Does that mean that we flit from person to person?"

"Well, perhaps not. We might want to give some people a second or third chance." Martin looked uncomfortable. "You, for instance; I'm afraid my state of mind wasn't what it should have been when we had sex."

Jean blinked. "I... didn't notice..." 'Good God, is he better than that, usually?'

"It was... purely mental." Martin looked embarrassed. "You... and Holly..."

"Yes?"

"You're... built similarly. To an extent, I may have been having sex with her..." Martin looked away.

"We all make comparisons," Jean muttered. Maybe he WASN'T better usually. Maybe he wasn't that good usually, even... 'Maybe I need to know...'

"True, but I think you should evaluate a partner on his or her own merits, don't you?" Martin replied. "Especially if you're considering a relationship with the person."

"That's true," Jean agreed, eyeing Martin warily. Didn't the door just open? "So you're saying that maybe we should try again?"

"Uh, yes, maybe, at some point," Martin tried holding the middle ground and not backpedaling too much, despite the realization that he'd probably put his foot in his mouth. He'd been on dangerous ground in the first place... "A compatibility test, without expectations -- something to use as a benchmark, you know?"

"Is that a proposition?" Jean's eyes glowed with amusement over her cup as she sipped to cover a smile.

"Well, I'm working hard on the escape clause, but it certainly covers the general case," Martin admitted.

"Don't," Jean replied. "Let's agree that I'm spending the night and not worry about it." She deliberately leaned forward to allow the carefully planned for gape of her blouse to bait the trap for his eyes. "Let's relax and... collect this benchmark..."

Martin's eyes fell into the trap. "Okay..."

"The game isn't over, everybody!" Lon announced. "Just because a couple of people got a nut..."

"Yeah, yeah -- and you didn't..." Randy gasped. "Besides, I need another cleanup!"

Jiang Yi didn't wait -- she grabbed a towel and started cleaning. "Maybe next time..."

"I'll get another hole?" Randy finished. "I hope so, although that worked..."

"When you're done over there, chase down the dice so we can move on," Lon prompted.

Jiang Yi turned her head toward him and nodded. A minute later, she was crawling across the floor, collecting dice. "I'm getting too old for this..."

"That's the point, sort of," Lon pointed out. "We can bring more punishment to bear than you can handle..."

Jiang Yi nodded, shaking the dice in her hand. "Now?" Lon waved assent.

"Five - three - four," Randy announced, looking at the thrown dice. "Big L gets some pussy. Roll the white one again... Slut." He wasn't thrilled with calling her that, but it was what they were using...

It came up a two. "T, you get face time!" Lon announced. "What's good? Doggie?"

"Okay. R has the camera. Get him poking her, why don't you?" Toby picked up the remote and zoomed in on Jiang Yi. "Move forward some, will you? It's easier than going back and centering the camera..."

Jiang Yi crawled forward a bit, eyeing her image on the big screen. "Like this?"

"Yeah, that's good. Four minutes? This might be just for show..." Toby noted.

Randy videoed Lon's penetration -- which wasn't exactly gentle, but didn't hurt Jiang Yi -- then shifted to her head to capture her giving Toby head. Jiang Yi eyed Toby's cock with some concern, and shifted worried eyes to his -- but Toby muttered, "See what you can do with it..." and let her handle it at her own pace, providing feedback and confidence-boosting as he had for a couple of others. This lowered the stress on Jiang Yi markedly and increased her enjoyment; as a result, one member of the trio DID get an orgasm in the allotted time -- Jiang Yi, to Lon's obvious disgust. When Randy called, "Time!" Lon left his cock in Jiang Yi and rasped, "Okay, moving right along -- somebody hand Slut the dice so I can finish this..."

The dice, however, ignore him -- or Lady Luck did, or something. The next roll came up one - five - five, which led to two orgasms for Jiang Yi and one for Toby from plowing her pussy missionary style while she held a vibrator to her clitoris. At the end of the episode, Jiang Yi was too weak to move; she'd had more orgasms in a short space of time than she'd ever anticipated, and was totally tapped out. "Let's give her a bit," Randy suggested. "We can get a soda or something."

"Me, too -- please?" Jiang Yi croaked.

Lon looked angry. "We'll think about it. Tie her up -- this is punishment, remember? Shit..." He stomped off.

Randy rolled her over and bound her hands. "Why is he mad?" Jiang Yi asked. "I'm being as good as I can..."

"That's the problem," Toby replied. "You rolled over too early for him. He wants you to suffer some more. Frankly, I'm not sure the punitive piece should be over with, either, whether you're being good or not!"

"Oh." Jiang Yi looked likely to cry. "You will do what you must."

"At least." The boys headed upstairs.

From the perspective of those upstairs, the last couple of rounds hadn't been that interesting -- partly because at least two of them had gotten in a bout and partly because once it's just sex, you need really good videography to keep it interesting. Candace had wandered off to clean up after Round Four and the other two had wandered back and forth to the bathroom as the urge hit them. Everyone was fully dressed again; well, the women still lacked underwear, but they had on their outer clothing. Candace caught Lon grousing, standing in front of the refrigerator, "I still don't think the point is made, here! Just because she's rolled over and is playing nice doesn't mean she won't change her mind! I don't know if we've leaned on her hard enough to get her to understand that she will be in a world of hurt if she messes with us!"

Toby knew better, but he had his own reasons for not arguing; if they were going to have to do this again without him, he wanted to be sure they went far enough... "There's the dog, of course -- but she's got a real phobia about that. It might backfire -- she might decide that anything is preferable, you know? I think we need to use psychology."

Randy nodded. "Right. What have we got?"

"She has no idea who all of the members are. If she sets out to destroy some of us, she leaves herself open to vengeance from the rest," Toby replied. "And then there's Sonya. Can she protect Sonya? No -- not if she doesn't know who to protect her from. We could hint that we have a member on the police force -- after all, we have a doctor..."

"Good stuff," Lon agreed. Randy nodded. "But we STILL need to ride her hard and put her up wet!"

"We can always change games," Toby pointed out. "Nobody says what we do to her has to be ruled by dice. Whack her ass, or double up on her -- whatever..."

"Okay," Lon nodded.

"Once again, though, if you make her fear for her life, she'll run, anyway, so don't get stupid," Toby warned.

"Yeah, okay..." Lon's expression said that Toby had narrowed his options. Robert, standing in the doorway, decided he might want to watch this next segment...

Jiang Yi got bottled water -- and that was fine. While she sucked down most of a bottle, Lon and Randy rolled the exam table over to the area in front of the entertainment center and pushed the couch back so they could work there.

"What is this?" she asked.

"We're going to use the table again," Lon said shortly. "Climb up on it so we can get started."

Jiang Yi did as she was told. Lon fastened the belt, again trapping her arms, but didn't position her as before. Instead, he dragged her up until her head was beyond the edge of the table. Jiang Yi's look of confusion got her instructions, not explanations. "Drop your head back, Slut," Lon ordered, "And open your mouth." That made things pretty clear... "You talk to her," Lon grunted, "I don't want to." Instead, he pressed his cock forward into Jiang Yi's unwilling mouth.

"Okay. Can you hear me? Wiggle a hand or something," Toby directed. Jiang Yi wriggled fingers; her arms were under the belt at the mid-forearm level. "I'm proud of you, personally, for how you've come around and gotten cooperative, but part of what we're here to do is punish you and part of it is to provide a deterrent for future stupid behavior. That being the case, L here wants to poke your throat for a while -- and I get to make a few points, you know?" He bent to smile at her; Jiang Yi looked back as best she could given the fact that she was effectively upside down and Lon was choking her with his cock.

What Lon DIDN'T know was that Toby was also working to minimize the impact of his attack on Jiang Yi's throat by suppressing her gag reflex among other things. Toby reached up and took a trapped hand and said, "We'll use one squeeze for no and two for yes, okay? Comfy?" Jiang Yi squeezed his hand once. "Well, I told you about that. Okay, a couple of things. You're a member of this group now, whether you want to be or not. We got a lot of pretty good video of you fucking all three of us -- do you figure that's an adequate incentive to keep your mouth shut and follow instructions?" Jiang Yi squeezed his hand twice. "I do, too -- but just to be safe, I'm going to offer up a bunch of nasty threats for you to think about, okay?"

Jiang Yi did nothing, since the query seemed to be rhetorical -- but Lon swatted her on the belly, "Answer the man, Bitch!" She squeezed Toby's hand twice, grunting around his erection -- which seemed to be going into her throat regularly, somehow...

Toby took up the thread again, "Okay. First, we're a fairly decent-sized group -- and you have NO IDEA who is in it! Now, you've seen OUR faces, and you'll probably collect a few names at some point -- but we have members you've never heard of -- and in places you might not expect. If you were to attempt to get someone you know in trouble, there would be plenty of people you DON'T know available to retaliate -- not to mention the fact that you might actually end up talking to one of them when you try to drop your dime. Do you understand?"

Jiang Yi couldn't really understand how she could even pay attention; the blond boy, Mr. L, was gagging her with his cock mercilessly. But he'd done it before, and this time she seemed to be handling it better... She understood the threat, too; she squeezed Toby's hand, twice.

"I understand that the uproar was maybe more over Sonya, is that right?" Toby asked. Jiang Yi squeezed his hand twice. "Sonya is screwed. Sonya is a member of the group, just as you are. Sonya isn't getting out of the group, either. Sonya is a three-hole slut, just like her mama. Do you understand?"

Jiang Yi tried, unsuccessfully, to talk around Lon's cock. She was obviously agitated... Toby, knowing what was up, pretended not to, "I sense that you're trying to say, 'but'. There are no buts, Ms. Ho. We have as tight a grip on Sonya as we do on you. You DO realize that, don't you? We have video of her committing bestiality with a dog -- but of course, it would take a lot less than that to ruin her, wouldn't it?" He waited a moment. "You should answer..."

Jiang Yi's eyes reflected her despair as she again squeezed Toby's hand twice. This was NOT what she wanted to hear -- but it was the truth.

Toby plowed on. "Sonya has not threatened us -- and she has not been punished. But if you were to persist in this we could end up taking it out on her too, you know? I know that you are trying to protect her -- but I think that if you think about it, you'll see that you're going about it all wrong. Do you understand where I'm going with this?"

Jiang Yi wanted to yell, "Okay! I get it! I get it! Please stop!" -- but all she could do was squeeze Mr. T's hand twice...

"Good. I'm glad we had this little talk. Is anything not clear?" Toby asked. For what was probably the first time in the session, he got a single squeeze. "All right -- I'll leave you to the tender mercies of Mr. L. Sorry about that -- but you ARE being punished..." Toby had a thought and stepped back over to her and took up her hand, "You realize that this is what you might call a 'measured response', right? I mean, okay, you're miserable, but you're not injured or anything. Obviously, we're investing in you; given the nature of the threat, we could have done something preemptive, you know? You're glad we didn't, right? Well?"

Jiang Yi delivered the obligatory double hand squeeze.

Lon looked up. "R, you wanna take over here? I'd like to finish that fuck..."

Randy thought about it. "I would like to get into something besides her asshole, too. Is her throat any better? Actually, her ass wasn't bad, just messy -- but I'd rather have pussy..."

"Then who's gonna abuse her throat?" Lon grunted.

Toby sighed. "Do you guys HAVE to be so picky? How are you going to make this work, anyway?"

Lon looked around. "Pool table?"

"We lose the stationary camera," Toby pointed out.

"Fuck it," Lon replied. "Can we shoot the mobile upstairs steadily? He looked at the stationary camera, "Hey, are you guys even watching?"

Upstairs, Robert was off the couch in a flash! He and Beth had gravitated back to the couch and he'd been sitting with her head in his lap, choking her with his revived erection. "Tell them yes!" he yelled, not certain where to go.

Beth hurried to the stairwell. "Boys! We ARE watching! Please do whatever you have to..."

Lon grunted. "Great..." Shaking his head, he said, "See what you can do, T."

They had things set up, basically -- they just took the stationary camera out of the loop. Toby tossed a mat on the pool table, which brought the top up to the level of the edges, which improved Jiang Yi's comfort no end. Everyone moved to the pool table with Jiang Yi's head draped over the side as it had been on the exam table; Lon bound her wrists again in front of her, which wasn't much of a limitation, but symbolic, anyway. Lon knelt up between her legs and Toby took over sticking his cock in her face -- not as viciously as Lon had been, but apparently so -- and besides, Toby's larger cock was a bit more of a challenge for the Oriental woman, anyway... Jiang Yi's throat hurt, but the thing was going into it -- something that amazed her. She'd heard about deep-throat, but never imagined being able to manage it herself. It was kind of a kick in that she undoubtedly wasn't SUPPOSED to, and that meant she was wrestling a little victory from this...

Toby didn't bother to contradict her on this -- in fact, having her feel a certain glow of accomplishment fitted his plans for her; if his vision of the future of the group came true, she'd be sucking a LOT of cocks...

Lon gave in to his sadistic streak at the last moment; he decided suddenly to fuck Jiang Yi's ass rather than her pussy. Jiang Yi was in no position to argue, even though he didn't do much in the way of lubrication first. Fortunately, she had been well-used in that hole and it hadn't recovered; his penetration hurt her -- which was the plan of course -- but it wasn't unbearable, and it didn't last long before it settled down to just a rhythmic invasion.

From upstairs, though, it all looked nice and violent -- and Robert was unashamedly getting off on it. Beth was knelt up between his legs and he was choking her regularly with his cock -- or trying to, at least. Initially, he'd been careful, embarrassed by his treatment of her and of Candace during the first round -- but Beth had taken his hand and put it behind her head and encouraged him in no uncertain terms to apply pressure, so he'd given up trying to be nice about it. Somehow, it was more fun that way -- even though Beth was apparently capable of taking him into her throat on demand. Frankly, she was one helluva surprise...

Downstairs, Randy moved from vantage point to vantage point, working the angles of Jiang Yi's abuse. Lon was riding her, teeth gritted, pushing his cock deep into her ass and snapping it back, working for his cum without regard for what it was doing to the woman. On the other end, Toby appeared to be going about what he was doing almost lazily -- but most of his cock was disappearing between Jiang Yi's lips at just about every stroke. Randy could see her throat bulging as Toby's cock entered it, and her face was wet with tears and spittle, but she appeared to be calm -- or exhausted, maybe.

Lon made an unusual grunt, attracting Randy's attention to him just as he exploded into the Oriental woman's rectum; Randy caught his face as he hit his peak, then dropped the camera's view to the juncture of his cock and Jiang Yi's abused asshole while he pushed the ridge defining his glans back and forth through the clamp of her sphincter, maximizing his pleasure. In a moment, he backed off and, collecting a towel to clean himself off, announced, "Okay, R, your turn..."

"Take the camera..." Randy waited while Lon wiped himself and got down off the table, then passed off the camera and climbed up between Jiang Yi's legs. There was NO WAY he was going to fuck her ass -- he wanted pussy, and he wanted it NOW! He positioned himself at her vaginal opening and pressed forward.

Despite the fact that she wasn't particularly wet -- arousal had pretty much slipped away under the abuse -- Jiang Yi would have sighed in relief if she could have. Randy, detecting the fact that she was dry, reached for the lube bottle rather than trying to force things -- and that removed another obstacle. Toby grinned to himself; Lon wasn't going to like this piece, but they needed to set up certain connections in Jiang Yi's mind -- and sex and pain wasn't one of them.

Randy got in and got going, setting up an urgent rhythm; Toby backed off on Jiang Yi and did some careful trimming about the edges of her mental state -- and she started hunching and rocking her ass in time to Randy's strokes. Basically, Toby damped her fear and shifted her pain to an intense but undefined sensation, then pushed her to produce some endorphins -- and suddenly Jiang Yi realized that she was working for her own pleasure, not just being a receptacle for abuse. The pain was still there, but it was a background buzz that could be used as a foundation to build pleasure upon; Jiang Yi did it without thinking about it. "Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmm," she moaned around Toby's cock while actively suckling it; Toby fed it to her at a rate that was easy for her to handle and she started working it willingly.

Randy noticed when her hips got into the act, then when she started reaching up with her bound hands -- not to push him away, but to stroke his chest clumsily. He reared up and tore at the Velcro bindings, releasing her wrists, and her hands came up to stroke his flanks for a moment, then went above her head to stroke Toby's before returning to Randy.

Randy drew the dotted line that Toby wanted drawn at that point, reaching down to maul Jiang Yi's splayed breasts, "You like that ol' dick, huh? We've abused the crap out of you, but put a dick to you properly, and the slut in you starts beggin' for more..."

'Gawd, he's right!' The light flared in Jiang Yi's mind. 'I AM a slut! And I haven't had this much sex in YEARS!' As miserable as they had tried to make her, she'd found pleasure not once but several times. It was an incentive that came from a totally different direction than the threats and abuse -- but was even more compelling!

Lon was pissed. "You're not punishing her! She's enjoying it!"

"Yeah," Toby grunted, awash with not only his own pleasure, but hers, too. "It's necessary, Man -- we're reminding her of her true nature -- what she is, and why she's here." He withdrew his cock from her mouth. "Tell the man you're a slut..."

"I'm a slut!" Jiang Yi gasped, reaching for Toby's hips and pulling him back in.

"See?" Toby insisted. "It's all about reminding her that she has a reason to be in the group. It's not enough to instill fear and respect -- you have to remind her that being here is in her interest and has benefits... You can't just do the stick, Man -- you have to dangle the carrot."

"Yeah, okay," Lon groused, "but I can abuse her a little with it, right?"

"Yeah, it's probably a good thing," Toby agreed.

Lon squatted down to where Jiang Yi could see him directly -- at least, out of the corner of her eye. "So, here we are," he said conversationally. "After all the shit we've put you through tonight, you're sucking and fucking like there's no tomorrow. You like that big dick tickling your tonsils, don't you, Slut?" He popped up for a second and got a table-level shot of Jiang Yi rocking her hips up to take Randy's pounding strokes. "You like that big dick plowing your cunt, too, don't you, Slut? I bet it was a big black dick like that that put Sonya in you, wasn't it? People have been giving you shit all these years, telling you you're a slut and you ought to be ashamed of yourself -- and you've been telling yourself that it really wasn't like that, I bet. But it IS like that, isn't it? It's all about having your pussy plowed! It's all about sucking the juice out of a big, fat cock! And if we hadn't tried to rip you a new one, your asshole would be begging for a great big pole to slide in and out of it, too, wouldn't it? Forget about all the crap we put you through, Slut, and remember why you're REALLY here -- because you love cock! You volunteered to join us, remember? And this is why, right here -- because you want to fuck and suck and cum! Well, you be a good girl, and we'll keep the dick coming. You can forget about shame -- you're a three-hole slut; you don't have any! You be good and come running when somebody waggles a dick at you, and we'll feed that hunger of yours and you won't have to do without any more -- but if you piss us off, we'll tie you up and let you watch while other pussies get plowed, just out of reach -- and we'll diddle you with vibrators until you go insane because we won't let you cum..." He leaned in close and hissed, "Fuck that big black dick -- maybe we'll make you pregnant again..." Then he grabbed her head and stuck his tongue in her ear!

Jiang Yi absolutely exploded! Somehow, she got a one hundred twenty decibel scream of joy out past Toby's cock while she arched herself, rigid, and wrapped both legs around Randy to make sure he didn't go anywhere while her pussy clamped down on his cock and milked it! At the same time, she grabbed Toby by his hips and pulled his entire cock down her throat!

Toby was too deep in her pleasure; when it turned into the incredible ecstasy of a totally mind-blowing orgasm, he had nowhere to run. Roaring, he spewed semen directly down Jiang Yi's throat! Jiang Yi didn't even whimper -- she was drifting among the stars...

Randy, on the other hand, was momentarily locked up as Jiang Yi clutched him to her. The pulsing grasp of her pussy on his cock was great, but it wasn't going to take him over the falls... When Jiang Yi slumped upon her return from nirvana, he resumed his stroke.

The scene was cataclysmic upstairs, too -- Lon's taunts and their resulting effect on Jiang Yi brought Robert over the edge for the third time that evening -- directly into Beth's throat! When the initial series of blasts was over and he settled back to merely pulsing, Robert let go of Beth's head, embarrassed at his total lack of concern for her welfare -- only to have her nurse his sticky, over-sensitive erection lovingly without any apparent hard feelings. When she was done and his erection subsided, Beth merely buried her nose in his crotch alongside his balls, taking in his musk as if it were a fine cologne. "Come up here," he croaked, and Beth climbed onto the couch -- but her head remained in his lap. "I'm not sure why you let me do that," Robert said carefully. "Women don't..."

"Some do," Beth said softly, watching his face with one eye. "It varies. Some can't tolerate such things. Some are afraid to find out, one way or the other. Some follow whatever rules seem to be in place, like sheep. By most definitions, I'm... not normal. I'm a submissive. I prefer to be dominated, tested. I have no problem with pain and abuse as long as it means I'm being dominated and controlled. That woman down there probably thinks that what was done to her tonight is horrible and to be avoided in the future at all costs; I don't know what I would give to have been in her place -- I probably don't have anything valuable enough."

Robert sat staring at her. "Something in me reveled in that," he murmured, nodding at the TV. "It... excited me. I never knew that I had a sadistic streak."

"Candace has a weak spot for it, too, but she's got it different," Beth explained. "She likes to fight and be subdued. She can also perform the other role on occasion. One of the boys in the group more or less has her number. As for me -- I'm a canvas for someone to paint their fantasies upon. Beat me, abuse me, humiliate me..." She sighed. "Hold me to ridiculous standards and punish me for failure..."

"When was I supposed to learn this?" Robert asked.

"Maybe never," Beth replied softly. "That's why Louise and I... went away, for a time. It seemed that for us -- me especially -- to do anything with you, it was a requirement that you become a group member. There was no way that I could afford to expose my nature to you -- even now, I can't expect you to understand or approve..."

"I don't see how I can condemn you given how I've been acting," Robert mused. "I may want to explore it some, even. This thing -- I'm not sure I like the guy that gets into this."

"We're not allowed to be aggressive any more," Beth mused. "Not in polite society. You're supposed to let football players do it all for you or something. We live with a lot of stress. It's only natural that it wells up..." She was silent a moment. "Emancipated modern women are the result of a thin layer of civilization over something that is inbred in us since we still had fur. I still remember who gets to slap me around and fuck me in return for going out and bringing home prey to feed me and my kits... I think if you were to dig some, it would surface in just about any woman -- but most buy into the equality thing right now because it is the fashion -- and end up confused about it when what they want and what they THINK they want don't coincide. Moslems don't, of course..."

"Sooo..."

"I'm here."

Robert sat there, stunned, knowing that with those two words she had just offered him something out of hand that he had some difficulty even imagining. All he knew was that the chunky woman with her head in his lap was incredibly valuable to him, all of a sudden.

There was a grunt; Robert looked up to see Randy hunching over Jiang Yi with the unmistakable expression of someone having an orgasm. "That's that, I guess," he mused. It was.