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something similar on set twice in the days to come. She did not cherish the prospect. Her version were opaque. Unlike Ben, she would be blind the entire time.
    Ben went to the window and peered through the blinds. “It’s full dark. Got everything you need?”
    She held up the small remote control for the black lights. “All set.”
    After he’d gone, she darkened the room and took his place at the window to watch the effects team transform the center courtyard of Thomas’s outdoor set into a spooky-looking grotto. First came the fog machine, then the soft, hidden lights that made the smoke glow and flicker. Speakers added soft, foreboding music embellished with thunder. The spinning centerpiece she and Josh had tested had been altered slightly not to use gravity as a passive restraint. Leather cuffs now adorned the shafts. Otherwise, two racks like the one she’d used with Neil stood ready to receive captives.
    Right on time, Ben came through an opening next to the maze. Behind him entered two pairs of guards, each escorting a struggling female client. The two women wore crude homespun bikini-style tops and short wrap skirts. One prisoner had longish, frizzy blond hair. The other’s was short and dark.
    Amanda waited until the clients were secured to the racks. They faced one another in the swirling, flickering fog. The effect lent surreal light to the set. Not bright. Rather disorienting but plenty enough that their clients would be able to see every single thing Ben did to the other.
    Out she went to join them, careful to keep on the pathway. She slowed once the captives caught sight of her approach. Both women froze momentarily, and then began to struggle worse than ever as she came level with the spinning centerpiece. Something else flickered: a memory of her, Josh and Neil, and her first experience with double penetration. Later on, long after Amanda had left this set, both captives would discover it for themselves, courtesy of Ben and the guards.
    Ben came to attention, standing arrogant as a gladiator. He acknowledged her with a nod. “My queen.”
    She froze him with a withering glance before transferring her attention to the captives, approaching them slowly and allowing her eyes to linger at their breasts and the hems of those ridiculously short skirts.
    After circling first one and then the other, she paused very close to Ben and spoke in a voice fit to give him frostbite. “Did you recover the book?”
    Ben stood up a hair straighter. “No, Highness. Both the captives have been thoroughly searched. They did not respond to questioning.”
    “Perhaps you should be more aggressive. Would you like to be more aggressive?”
    “Yes, Highness. Please. Use the spell.”
    She began to whisper vaguely Latin-sounding gibberish. Ben closed his eyes and swayed slightly. She raised her right hand, fingers spread.
    With the other hand, she pressed a button on the remote hidden in her other hand. On came the black lights. There were only two short bulbs affixed to the top of the racks, but they had a far-reaching effect, making anything white glow like a beacon, along with a mess of symbols painted all over the set.
    Creepy. Very creepy. She swept the back of her fingers over Ben’s forehead: his cue to open his eyes.
    When he did, for a second she forgot they were on a set. His eyes glowed like golden fire, and she might have gasped a little, right along with their guests.
    At least she remembered her final line. “Punish them.”
    She settled into a chin-raised, haughty pose to watch Ben work. He picked up a dagger and approached the dark-haired captive first. To begin, he traced the sharp tip of the dagger across one side of the bikini top. There he drew a circle. The client’s nipple stiffened visibly.
    While he repeated the motion on the brunette’s other breast, the girl stayed silent. Her breath came in deep, shaky pulls, as her other nipple responded quickly behind that scratchy fabric. She made a writhing