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completely helpless and at Peter’s mercy, whatever he did, whatever he required her to do, she had no choice.  If her body betrayed her and felt pleasure from whatever he did to her… it was no fault of her own. Her senses were screaming.
    Peter led her across the room, and she heard the sound of a thick, gurgling liquid as he dipped a sponge into the container.  She felt the sponge coating her entire body with jasmine scented oil, and she reveled in the sensation.  Celine could see in her mind the picture she would make standing nude in a spotlight, her fair skin glistening with the shiny oil, her legs spread slightly and her breasts thrust forwards with the pink nipples hard as pebbles.  Strands of her cloud of wavy blonde hair stuck to her back where the oil caught it.
    She heard the sound of chains again as Peter fastened her hands and ankles to cuffs.  Peter pulled the cuffs almost taut, and then she felt his hands lifting her just inches off the floor.  A thick latex replica of a penis was thrust against her rectum, and she felt Peter spreading the oil on the tip of it.  Moments later it penetrated her ass abruptly and again Celine felt the thrill of guiltless wickedness.  Peter lowered her down until she was sitting, supported on a small leather seat from which the penis protruded which supported her ass cheeks but left her pussy exposed.  When Peter pulled the chains tight, her arms and legs were spread wide and she was leaning comfortably back at a forty-five degree angle.  To an outside observer, it would appear that she was being supported by the chains at her wrists and ankles.
    “Ohhhh,” she exclaimed as a metal nipple clamp was applied to one nipple, and her moan got louder as the clamp was tightened to the point of pain, and then backed off a quarter turn.  She bit her lip as a nipple clamp was applied to the other nipple. The sharp pleasure was continuous now, and she felt air being pumped into the penis in her ass…it was warm.  The penis began to pulse, and then to vibrate.  Her chest heaved as she squirmed against the pleasure she felt from front and back.
    Peter removed her mask and she could see she was in a mock dungeon with padded black leather walls. He seated himself nude in a black leather recliner, a small black control box in his hand, and a remote control in his other hand.  He lifted the box and Celine watched as he toggled a switch.  A brief, minute current passed through the left side nipple clamp, causing her to twitch in the chains.  Her pussy was soaked.  She bit her lip to hold back her orgasm.  “Don’t cum,” Peter said, “if you cum I will take you down, dress you, and send you home.”
    Peter pushed a button and the recessed door to the room opened. Two naked women with black leather masks like the one Celine had worn came into the room. Long blonde hair hung around their shoulders, and both had long perfectly manicured nails colored a bright crimson; their toenails matched. Celine gasped…with the masks on, they could have been clones of her. One of the women leaned over the arm of the recliner and began to lick and suck at Peter’s cock, and the other lifted a suede fetish whip, it’s many strands hanging down from a thong.
    “Now!” Peter commanded. The blonde with the whip lashed Celine sharply across her naked belly, not hard enough to mark her, but enough to cause mild pain. It was all Celine could manage to keep from cumming.  Celine was surprised, and she was aroused.  She pulled at her bonds, but the chains were firm and she could not move them.  She wanted to touch, she wanted to taste…and she wanted the whip.
    Watching her clone suck Peter’s swollen cock was torture, but it was sweet, exquisite torture.  Celine knew every square centimeter of that instrument by now, and she could almost taste the firm flesh beneath her tongue as the first blonde slipped her mouth over the domed glans. The second blonde struck her again with the whip,