been marked. As the whip had whistled again, and again, and the blonde had flinched and yelped at each stroke, and yet no angry stripes had appeared on her, Jem had begun to suspect that the whole thing was a charade. Some of the audience, too, had started to catcall and whistle.
And then Jem had seen it: a deep pink blush had started to suffuse the blonde's undulating buttocks. The big black man had been employing all of his considerable skill merely to skim and flick those rounded, tempting, swivelling targets. The girl had stopped yelling, and each stroke had begun to elicit a gasp of shock instead of a cry of pain. With sweat streaming down his torso, the masked man had shifted his position, delivering a series of upward cuts that had grazed the undersides of the girl's breasts. And then he had moved again, to stand behind her, and he had continued the upward strokes, each of which had flicked between her widely spread legs so that the tip of the whip had just touched the insides of her thighs, and the undersides of her buttocks, and the soft flesh of her sex. The hall had been silent but for the barely audible swish of black leather and the girl's regular moans. The executioner had been killing her with kindness, and the raucous crescendo of gasps that had started to issue from her throat had seemed to indicate that she had been near to orgasm. At that point the master of ceremonies had intervened.
The flogging is satisfactory,' he had announced. 4 A round of applause, please, for the masked executioner .. • Thank you, thank you, ladies and gentlemen. And now, the ritual stabbing. As you will see, the executioner has a formidable dagger. Shall he plunge it into the body of our sacrificial victim? Yes? Or perhaps ...' and here he had paused, and opened his arms to indicate the top table,'... perhaps you, Master, would care to deliver the coup de graceT
And as Terence Headman had started to rise from his throne, Jem had realised that unless she acted immediately, she might lose whatever slight influence she had gained over him. She had tightened her grip on his upright manhood. 'This dagger's mine,' she had whispered as she bit his ear, 'and you can do all of that to me, later.'
Headman had hesitated, but Jem had not stopped fondling the engorged bulb at the top of his stem; he had laughed quietly, and had made a gesture to indicate that the executioner had his permission to continue. As the giant, urged on by the cheers of the crowd, had stabbed his dagger of black flesh between the blonde's reddened arse-cheeks, Jem had matched his strokes with the movements of her hands, and had whispered into the Master's ear a vivid description of how she would spread her legs and stick out her bottom for him and for him alone.
The strategy had worked. From that moment there had been no doubt, if there had been any previously, that Headman desired to do with Jem every single one of the sexual exercises that they had watched during the banquet. In fact the problem had turned out to be preventing him from carrying her off immediately to his chamber. Jem had reasoned that she would have to ration herself: Headman must not be allowed to slake his lust for her, in case he then abandoned her, thus preventing her from carrying out her undercover operation. And so Jem had prevaricated, insisting that she wanted to stay until the banquet ended, Pointing out that Headman had a duty to stay too, suggesting that they should have just one more little drink, a nd giving many little kisses and squeezes to his ever-erect Prick.
Towards the end of evening, long after midnight, when ttiost of the revellers had disappeared under the tables in an indiscriminate jumble of sexual activity, a waiter ap-peared beside Headman's throne. Jem, on her knees between Headman's legs, had looked up: the young man, his face flushed and his nipples bright red from the tweakings they had received, had pushed his pelvis forward. His hands had been tied behind his
And then Jem had seen it: a deep pink blush had started to suffuse the blonde's undulating buttocks. The big black man had been employing all of his considerable skill merely to skim and flick those rounded, tempting, swivelling targets. The girl had stopped yelling, and each stroke had begun to elicit a gasp of shock instead of a cry of pain. With sweat streaming down his torso, the masked man had shifted his position, delivering a series of upward cuts that had grazed the undersides of the girl's breasts. And then he had moved again, to stand behind her, and he had continued the upward strokes, each of which had flicked between her widely spread legs so that the tip of the whip had just touched the insides of her thighs, and the undersides of her buttocks, and the soft flesh of her sex. The hall had been silent but for the barely audible swish of black leather and the girl's regular moans. The executioner had been killing her with kindness, and the raucous crescendo of gasps that had started to issue from her throat had seemed to indicate that she had been near to orgasm. At that point the master of ceremonies had intervened.
The flogging is satisfactory,' he had announced. 4 A round of applause, please, for the masked executioner .. • Thank you, thank you, ladies and gentlemen. And now, the ritual stabbing. As you will see, the executioner has a formidable dagger. Shall he plunge it into the body of our sacrificial victim? Yes? Or perhaps ...' and here he had paused, and opened his arms to indicate the top table,'... perhaps you, Master, would care to deliver the coup de graceT
And as Terence Headman had started to rise from his throne, Jem had realised that unless she acted immediately, she might lose whatever slight influence she had gained over him. She had tightened her grip on his upright manhood. 'This dagger's mine,' she had whispered as she bit his ear, 'and you can do all of that to me, later.'
Headman had hesitated, but Jem had not stopped fondling the engorged bulb at the top of his stem; he had laughed quietly, and had made a gesture to indicate that the executioner had his permission to continue. As the giant, urged on by the cheers of the crowd, had stabbed his dagger of black flesh between the blonde's reddened arse-cheeks, Jem had matched his strokes with the movements of her hands, and had whispered into the Master's ear a vivid description of how she would spread her legs and stick out her bottom for him and for him alone.
The strategy had worked. From that moment there had been no doubt, if there had been any previously, that Headman desired to do with Jem every single one of the sexual exercises that they had watched during the banquet. In fact the problem had turned out to be preventing him from carrying her off immediately to his chamber. Jem had reasoned that she would have to ration herself: Headman must not be allowed to slake his lust for her, in case he then abandoned her, thus preventing her from carrying out her undercover operation. And so Jem had prevaricated, insisting that she wanted to stay until the banquet ended, Pointing out that Headman had a duty to stay too, suggesting that they should have just one more little drink, a nd giving many little kisses and squeezes to his ever-erect Prick.
Towards the end of evening, long after midnight, when ttiost of the revellers had disappeared under the tables in an indiscriminate jumble of sexual activity, a waiter ap-peared beside Headman's throne. Jem, on her knees between Headman's legs, had looked up: the young man, his face flushed and his nipples bright red from the tweakings they had received, had pushed his pelvis forward. His hands had been tied behind his
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