ShotgunRelations by Ann Jacobs Page A

into the public dungeon beside Jack. On center
stage—or rather the only stage—a Domme clad in a red leather bodysuit stood,
her thighs locked around the head of a kneeling, naked male slave. She held his
head in place with a leash attached to a studded, black leather collar that
stood out starkly against his pale, shaved head and back.
    Liz gasped when she noticed the slave wore
matching black leather around his scrotum. Though he was up on his knees, his
testicles hung almost to the floor below the leather device. A burly Dom strode
onstage, knelt and gave the slave’s balls a vicious squeeze. Amazingly, the
slave shifted his ass, as though to give the Dom better access—as if he craved
the pain the way an addict craved his next fix.
    In response the Dom grasped the slave’s
butt and packed his ass with lubricant while the slave seemed to focus even
more on servicing his mistress’s cunt. The Dom smeared more of the slick
substance over his pierced cock before slamming into the slave’s ass and
fucking him with rough, hard strokes.
    She couldn’t help shuddering, pitying the
slave when the Domme clasped his ears to hold his face to her pussy while the
Dom pounded his ass. Though she tried to stay quiet Liz whispered, “No.”
    Jack grasped her hand, and when he spoke he
kept his voice low. “Don’t worry about the slave. He gets off on pain. Besides,
what they’re doing isn’t all that strange. Think, honey. You like having me eat
your pussy, and I enjoy doing it—a lot. You may not admit it but you liked
having me fuck you in the ass, and ass-fucking turns me on almost as much as
fucking your wet, slick cunt. Is it so strange to think everybody on that stage
is enjoying the scene immensely? Can you honestly say that watching them isn’t
making you hot?”
    Though the scene shocked her, Liz tried to
set aside the beliefs she’d had beaten into her since childhood, that what was
happening onstage was wrong. Sinful. Against the rules of Nature. Forbidden.
    Yes, it was forbidden, and that was a big
part of what made it so intensely arousing, watching the three players onstage
doing what she’d considered should never be done. Could never be done. Before
she realized what Jack was doing, he had her restrained against a steel frame
in the center of the room, her arms and legs shackled so she was open for
whatever sensual torture he might have in mind.
    “Watching them is making you wet, isn’t
it?”
    “N-no, Master.”
    He bunched her skirt up around her waist
and tucked it into bars on the frame where she was bound. “Don’t lie. And don’t
stop watching them. Your cunt’s soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
As the slave onstage tongued the Domme’s exposed cunt while the Dom fucked his
helpless ass, Jack knelt and buried his face between Liz’s legs. The short
stubble on the crown of his head tickled her thighs as he licked her clit with
his long, slick tongue and used his fingers to stimulate her cunt and ass.
    When the sub onstage stopped eating his
mistress’s pussy she began flogging him across his back. He writhed in apparent
pain but the Dom didn’t miss a beat, pounding into the slave’s asshole with wild
abandon. The Domme bent and kissed the top of the Dom’s bald head before he
took the flogger from her and began administering what looked like bruising
blows to the slave’s outer thighs.
    As she watched the show Liz became more and
more aroused. All her nerve endings seemed to have settled between her legs. On
her clit and her cunt. Her ass. Mostly though on her master.
    His mouth and his hands on her body drove
her higher as she watched the scene play out onstage. Her ass contracted around
his fingers and her pussy juices soaked his hands and her thighs while he
flailed her clit with his tongue.
    She imagined him topping another man the
way the Dom onstage was doing, fantasizing that she was the woman being
pleasured at the same time. Her nipples ached even though he