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from her teeth, her gaze
    lowered to his groin, her tongue
    coming out to touch her upper lip in
    anticipation. The cold and fear
    should have made him as flaccid as a
    floundering fish, but whether it was
    the proximity of so many naked
    women or perhaps his dick had
    frozen, he was still thick and hard
    under their greedy eyes.
    There were murmurs of appreciation.
    Giggling, they slapped at his cock as
    if they were playing a game with the
    damn snake again. When he tried to
    duck his hips under the water, an
    Asian girl with emerald green eyes
    and hair straight as falling rain put
    her hand under the water and thrust
    two fingers up his ass, snapping his
    spine straight and making him groan
    with the burning sensation of the non-
    lubricated entry.
    “Be still for Mischa now, slave, or
    Olivia will turn you into a eunuch,”
    Fiona reproved him. As if he had any
    control over his body with that
    almond-eyed siren caressing him
    deep inside. He managed to focus
    enough to see Mariah remove the
    cork from a crystal bottle filled with
    a green liquid. Tipping the bottle, she
    drizzled the contents over his navel.
    As it pooled there and spread out on
    his abdomen, demonstrating that it
    was gelatinous and insoluble, the
    other women used their free hands to
    rub it across his chest, belly, thighs
    and arms, making the sticky substance
    glisten on his muscles. They pinched
    his nipples, leaned down to nip at his
    flesh with their mouths.
    Olivia moved away and they flipped
    him, holding him facedown in the
    water as one of them, probably
    Mischa, rimmed his ass and rubbed
    the substance up and down the
    crease. Even as his panic climbed
    while they held him where he
    couldn’t breathe, he was sure his
    cock was leaking pre-cum into the
    water. The deprivation of air, an
    extreme BDSM tactic, was goading
    him. He had to fight the desire to
    release along with the panic. No way
    was he giving in to them. Not with
    his Mistress watching. Though he
    couldn’t see Dona, he could feel her
    regard, knew she was there.
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    Just as the terror of being drowned
    was about to overwhelm him, they
    flipped him back over. He fought to
    get air around the gag and not choke
    on his own saliva, but they were
    indifferent to his distress. Olivia
    moved back between his legs to start
    slicking the razor down his pubic
    area. Mischa’s gel-free hand
    disappeared back under the water
    and he felt one long finger slide all
    the way back into his now lubricated
    ass, stroking inside in a way that
    made his head drop lower in the
    water. Sound was swallowed as it
    closed over his ears, framing his
    face. One of the women fisted her
    fingers in his hair beneath the
    waterline, keeping him aware of how
    easily they could pull him under.
    Their cruel laughter and comments
    became gurgles of sound in an
    echoing chamber where reality and
    imagination were disturbingly
    intertwined.
    It was harrowing how quickly that
    straight-edged razor was taking the
    hair off his privates. Olivia worked
    the blade with admirably deft skill
    over him, scraping him clean. When
    the women’s hands moved back over
    him a few moments later, the hair on
    his arms, chest, stomach and legs
    gave way at their touch. The gel was
    some type of depilatory and cleanser,
    making him smooth and hairless all
    over, and explained Mischa’s
    intimate exploration of the area
    between his buttocks. He had to be as
    smooth as the proverbial baby’s
    bottom, for Mischa was as thorough
    as a prison guard doing a drug check.
    From her smile and the fact he was
    certain his cock was going to
    explode, he had no doubt she was
    enjoying her work.
    A guttural sound between pain and
    pleasure tore out of his throat when
    Olivia’s fingers circled him. She
    wrapped the straps of the cock
    harness back around him, increasing
    the intensity of the near-climactic
    state he was in. Buckling it over the
    bare tender skin, she pinched him
    enough to rein back the response he
    was