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audience.
    ‘I’ll do the last,’ he stated as Steelhand reached out for the whip. ‘Across the others, like a field gate, yes?’
    ‘That’s the idea,’ Steelhand agreed.
    Adam took careful aim, adjusting Cakemix on his lap and settling the whip across the softness of her cheeks before applying a last, firm stroke. She kicked and squealed as the whip struck home, but quickly pushed up her bottom to show off the neat pattern of weals the two men had laid on her flesh. Steelhand reached out, rubbing at her skin to bring the last of the marks up a little more, then gave a complacent nod.
    ‘Not bad. Not bad at all. Do you know what a mentor is, young man?’
    ‘I do,’ Adam answered, ‘but I don’t feel I’m in need of one.’
    ‘Every new dominant needs a mentor,’ Steelhand said, ‘and it’s not every new dominant I offer to teach. But still, if you prefer not, no doubt Lady Sappho can make something of you. You may get up, girl.’
    Adam had already relaxed his grip and Cakemix lifted herself from his lap. She was still shaking badly and her face and chest were flushed pink, but she immediately got down on her knees, first to kiss Steelhand’s boots and then Adam’s shoes, before snuggling up to Elaine. Adam got up, painfully aware of his erection but not sure what he could do about it, nor if Elaine’s offer to let him fuck Cakemix had been genuine or simply part of their mutual teasing. He had to ask.
    ‘You suggested that …’ he addressed Elaine, finishing with a vague gesture of his hand towards her girlfriend, whose bare, whip-scoured bottom was thrust out directly towards him.
    Elaine responded with a glance at his crotch, and then the faintest of smiles, before reaching down to tilt the girl’s chin up with a single, crooked finger.
    ‘It seems that The Devil wants his satisfaction,’ she said. ‘Shall I make you give it to him? It would be kind, wouldn’t it, if only to say thank you for the nice spanking he gave you, and the whip, but then you’d have to thank Steelhand too, wouldn’t you? We mustn’t play favourites, after all. I’m not convinced you’ve been punished properly either, so perhaps I should make you suck them both off while everybody watches? Or maybe they’d prefer to tie you over a whipping bench and spit- roast you like the fat little piggy you are? No? Ah, poor baby – don’t you want the nasty boys to use you at both ends?’
    Cakemix gave an urgent shake of her head and for a moment, Adam thought he was to be denied his pleasure – only for Elaine to carry on speaking.
    ‘No spit-roasting, then, but I do think it would be fair to let them have their fun, don’t you? You know what men are like, after all. Never happy unless their cocks get a bit of exercise. OK, boys, you can take her into the back, but one of you has to stand guard while the other does his business.’
    ‘Aren’t you coming to watch?’ Cakemix asked, looking up with pleading eyes.
    ‘Oh, I suppose so, if I must,’ Elaine answered. ‘Come on then, boys – pussy time!’
    ‘I’ll show you how it works,’ Steelhand told Adam, grabbing Cakemix by her hair.
    She squealed as she was hauled to her feet and had no choice but to follow him, bent almost double as he strode across the room. Eager to play his part, Adam offered his arm to Elaine, who accepted, allowing him to escort her through a door at the far end of the dungeon room. They found themselves in a space both gloomy and hot, its dim red light barely illuminating the figures of men and women, together or single, having sex or watching others. Steelhand soon had Cakemix installed on a bench at the far end of the room, and lost no time in pulling out his cock and feeding it into her mouth.
    Adam had no choice but to wait, watching in the half-light as Cakemix mouthed Steelhand’s penis, his hand still gripping her firmly by her curls. Elaine stood just close enough to him that they were touching, and he felt tempted to put his