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  "Brace yourself, slave girl," Travis said, a moment before she felt the first stroke.

  She let out a sharp cry as the searing heat blazed across her naked buttocks. It felt as though someone had laid a red-hot poker against her flesh, but the sensation was almost immediately replaced by a deep, thuddy ache.

  "One, thank you Master!"

  The second stroke had her scrabbling at her ankles, desperate not to straighten up and clutch her backside. The implement—whatever it was—hardly made a sound when it moved through the air and struck her flesh, and it felt like nothing else she had ever experienced. Expelling her breath in a loud hiss, she inhaled again and spoke, as clearly as she could. "T-two, thank you Master."

  "Good girl. You like it?"

  Before she could answer, another line burned across her butt, this time right across where her buttocks met her thighs. Silver was unable to stifle a scream at the intensity, but the moment the fire faded to that strange, throbbing ache, the gnawing need in her clit increased and she let out a moan. "Th-three, thank you, Master."

  She felt a hand slide between her legs, and keened as a fingertip grazed across her hopelessly swollen nubbin.

  "I asked you a question, slave girl," she heard Trevor say.

  "I-I'm sorry, Master," she whimpered. "Y-yes, I l-like it."

  "I can tell. You're absolutely dripping. You're taking the sjambok really very well. If you endure the next three strokes of Trav's as well as you did mine, you might find your holes being impaled by two gladiators after the ball. And your mouth won't be one of them."

  He gave her clit a hard pinch, and she cried out, her sex contracting with helpless desire.

  Travis spoke next. "Three more, slave. Start counting again at one, and don't you dare straighten up."

  Silver bit her lip, focused on the raw need in her loins, and braced herself...

  Chapter Eight

  The atmosphere in the enormous ballroom was electric. All three adjoining rooms had been opened up to create one vast, opulent party space, and it was filled with happy people, all dressed in exotic, erotic costumes.

  Silver didn't think she'd ever had so much fun at a New Year's Eve party before. Usually there was such a sense of anticipation that the actual event ended up being something of a let-down. Somehow, she thought, as she gazed at the balloons everywhere, and the ecstatic faces of Castle guests who all knew how lucky they were to be there, this year it would be different.

  It had been a relaxed, lazy day until then. After Travis and Trevor had collected her from the Salon, they had taken her on a tour of the entire resort. Silver had gasped at the size of the place, as well as all the facilities on offer. From the Rainbow room, which was filled with computers and chattering people, to the Nursery, where adult boys and girls in all age-groups were fulfilling their desires, her eyes had been on stalks.

  The twins had taken her to the dungeon, where she had stared with awed fascination at the staggering array of restraint possibilities, stocks, St Andrews Crosses, suspension hooks for bondage, spanking benches and a squillion other things besides. Even more impressive were the implements on display, many of which Silver had already experienced, some of which, however, she had not. Yet. There were even rooms dedicated to the all-important aftercare. It was as though not a single detail had been overlooked.

  She had been introduced to the infamous Master Marshall, whose pale blue eyes had twinkled at her despite his austere demeanour, and his lovely girl, Kaylee.

  Most impressive of all, however, were the people. No matter where they went, the twins were greeted with smiles and friendly words, and Silver was treated with polite warmth. She couldn't help but feel slightly overwhelmed by it all, and not a little envious of the lifestyle Travis and Trevor were able to enjoy in such spectacular surroundings. Whenever she thought about returning home, a tiny knot of dread settled in her gut.

  I wonder whether they all know how lucky they are, she thought enviously, glancing around the ballroom. Especially the staff—there is no better job in the world than one here, surely?

  Still, she chided herself, you're here right now, so you may as well make the most of it. Lawd knows you'll never get an opportunity to experience anything like this ever again.

  After their tour, Silver and the twins had returned to their quarters, and fooled around a little before deciding to have a nap, so as to be nice and refreshed for the evening's events. Having spent most of the previous night tossing and turning with unfulfilled need, her clit throbbing more insistently than any alarm clock, Silver had been only too happy to get a few hours of additional kip.

  She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she jumped when she felt the sudden buzzing between her legs. Silver let out an involuntary moan, as the butterfly panties the twins had made her wear vibrated against her rapidly swelling bud and moistening nether lips. She glanced from Travis to Trevor, trying to ascertain which of the devious twosome currently hid the remote control to her torment in the palm of his hand.

  "That woke you up, didn't it, Silver girl?" Travis said in her ear.

  "Oh God, please, please turn it off again," she whimpered, squirming in her seat.

  "Only if you tell us what you were thinking about," Trevor went on.

  "I-I can't. Argh, please!"

  The vibrations went up a notch, and Silver clutched Trav's bare thigh, her nails digging into his flesh.

  "Ouch! Oh, you'll pay for that you little minx!"

  "I'm sorry, Master! Please... please turn it back down, I-I'll come if you—"

  "Not without permission, you won't," Trevor reminded her.

  "Fuck," she swore, clamping her legs together, only to discover that that made it even worse.

  "This was an inspired idea, bro," Trevor told Travis, with a wink.

  "Why, thank you!"

  "Aw, look at her. She's getting that look in her eyes..."

  "Yep. You can't hide it, slave girl. Your baby blues give it away every time," Travis teased.

  "Shall I be kind?" Trevor said, gently.

  "Please, Master. Yes... please!" She was so close; the dull ache in her buttocks from the sjambok only serving to heighten her pleasure every time she squirmed on the chair.

  "Very well." Trevor reached into a hidden pocket in his tunic and Silver caught a glimpse of something metal before he reached for her.

  Tugging the toga down to expose her breasts, he swiftly fastened a ring around first one nipple, then the other. Pinching them to ensure a tight fit, he met Silver's gaze, his dark eyes glittering.

  She stared back, helplessly, lost in the way he was looking at her.

  "These might not feel so bad now, but I think you'll find they grow less... comfortable as the night wears on," he said.

  The moment he slid her toga back up to cover her chest, she realised with a start how much more sensitive the rings made her taut buds. Every time she moved, the silky material grazed across her nipples, and it felt as though they were suddenly directly connected to her still-buzzing clit.

  "Still wanna come?" Travis said, his warm hand sliding up her thigh.

  She nodded, her eyes still locked on to Trev's.

  "Tough," he said. The vibrations stopped as suddenly as they had begun.

  "Fuck," Silver groaned, unsure as to whether it was due to relief or disappointment.

  Trevor reached out and slid his thumb over her lower lip. "You just cursed. Again. So you'll have to wait until midnight," he said.

  "I can only do that if you promise not to turn that thing on again," she said, trying desperately to regain her composure.

  "Ha," Travis said with a chuckle. "You wish."

  He ran a finger down her bare arm, and a tingle went through her at his touch.

  "We're gonna torment you all night, Silver slave girl."

  "And if you behave yourself, and stop forgetting to address us as you should—"

  "We're gonna make you climax right here at midnight, in front of all these people," Travis finis
hed his brother's sentence.

  She was desperate not to show how their words were affecting her. "What if I don't behave myself?"

  Travis was quick to answer. "You'd better run—"

  "And hope to God we don't catch you," Trevor added.

  Silver's insides turned to liquid, and she wondered briefly whether she was at risk of electrocution if she got too wet while wearing that blasted butterfly thong. She giggled before she could stop herself.

  "Tut tut. Someone's not taking us at our word," Travis said, his fingers once again creeping up her thigh.

  "No!" she blurted. "I-I'm sorry. I just had a random funny moment."

  "And she's still not addressing us as she should. Have we been too nice to her?" Trevor glanced at his brother.

  "Master! I meant to say that. Sorry."

  "I think we have," Travis ignored her pitiful attempt to save herself.

  "No!" Silver said desperately.

  Trevor raised an eyebrow. "We haven't been kind to you?"

  "Ugh, that's not fair. You're both teasing me." She pouted, then squealed as Travis pinched the inside of her thigh, hard.

  "Life isn't fair, little Silver girl," he said. "Especially not when you're a slave."

  "As you most certainly are, tonight at least," Trevor added, indicating her skimpy costume. He lowered his voice. "Our slave."

  "So you'd better mind us." Travis had the same commanding edge to his voice as his brother, and Silver once again marvelled at their ability to reduce her to a helpless puddle of longing with mere words.

  "Or else we'll take you upstairs and prove to you that those six strokes of the sjambok you received earlier were as gentle as they get," Trevor warned. "I take it you can still feel it when you sit?"

  "Y-yes, Master. I can feel it when I walk, too," she whispered. Then curiosity got the better of her. "What the hell is that thing, anyway? I've never felt anything like it!"

  "That's because it's pretty severe," Trav told her. "Not many people can take it, so it's not a common toy bag accessory. The implement originated in South Africa, and the real ones were made from hippopotamus weenies."

  Silver burst out laughing.

  "He's not kidding," Trevor said. "Well, they were made from hippo hide, not their weenies. It's a weapon commonly used by the cops to break up riots and suchlike, and it's also a great defense against snakes, so I've heard. In any case, the one we have is a replica, and of course it's not made of any part of a hippo. Think of it as a forty-two inch long, tapered rod made of polypropylene. The lightest stroke can be painful, harder strokes will soon draw blood."

  Silver shivered. "And you were really only being gentle with it upstairs?"

  "Well, not exactly gentle, but we were holding back quite a bit."

  "We didn't want to get blood all over your pretty toga," Travis added.

  "We just wanted to give you some nice marks to remind you to behave."

  The panties began to vibrate again, and Silver bit her lip. "D-did it work?"

  "Oh yeah, slave girl. You're sitting on some fairly impressive lines right now," Trevor said. "And if you forget to address either of us as Sir or Master again, we will not hesitate to add a whole lot more."

  Her clit humming, Silver met his eyes. "What happened to your philosophy that spankings don't work for real masochists, Master?" she said, coyly, then cried out as the vibrations went up another notch.

  "I'm glad you asked me that. You see, once we were through applying that sjambok to your backside, you would essentially be out of commission for the rest of your stay."

  "We don't like to play with broken toys," Travis cut in.

  "And you would definitely be that," Trevor went on. "So our time together—and all the fun that entails—would be cut prematurely short. And we don't want that, do we?"

  Silver shook her head. "No, Master," she whispered. "Most definitely not." Just the thought of having to spend the rest of her time at the Castle without them was enough to quell her arousal. "I'll be good from now on. I promise you that, Sirs."

  "Prove it," Travis said, reaching out and gripping her wrists. "Come for us both, right now."

  "I-I don't think I can." She could have wept. "Th-the thought of that p-punishment... it's kind of knocked me off kilter, Master."

  "Aw, come here, baby girl." Trav released her wrists and pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his lips to her temple.

  The buzzing between her legs stopped, then Trevor leaned forward. "You know if you ever feel the need to discuss anything with us, you can. All play and roles aside."

  "I know, thank you. And I'm grateful for that, Master. But I'd really rather not. Not right now, anyway."

  He surveyed her face carefully, as if trying to read her expression. "If you're sure."

  She forced a smile. "Yes, I'm sure. Thank you."

  Travis gave her another quick squeeze, then lifted her off his lap and set her on her feet. "I know what this girl needs, fellow gladiator!"

  "And what might that be, Maximus?" There was warmth in Trevor's tone.

  Silver couldn't help but giggle at the memory of Travis's gladiator name.

  "A good, long, hard... dance." Trav took one of Silver's hands, and Trevor the other.

  "I agree," Trevor said. "Let's go and show everyone how it's done."

  * * * * *

  Trav was in his element, his muscles rippling to the beat as he moved, a broad smile on his face.

  Their Roman slave girl was sandwiched between them, and Trevor was amused at how fast their old strip club tricks came flooding back to the twins the moment they hit the dance floor.

  But she's not a nervy bride to be, blushing because all her friends are watching, he reminded himself. In fact, she was blushing because his finger routinely found the remote control to her vibrating panties, flicking it on until she was begging him with her lovely eyes, and then off again.

  Silver's nipples, pulled taut by the rings, pushed against the fabric of her toga, and he was overwhelmed by the desire to sink his teeth into them until she was screaming.

  Her reaction to their earlier threat had not gone unnoticed—his eyes had met Trav's over her head, and Trevor thought he saw a flicker of understanding in his brother's eyes. But if anything was bothering her now, it was impossible to tell, as she undulated her hips and allowed both men to grind up against her until she could be in no doubt as to what they would be doing to her once they'd returned to their quarters.

  He wondered idly when he should tell her what he and Trav had planned for the following evening. Ordinarily, he would have obtained a girl's consent before even going ahead and arranging it, but this wasn't an ordinary situation. After all, she had agreed to obey them until Friday morning, and the twins had paid a pretty penny for that luxury—albeit for a wonderful cause.

  I hope Don's looking down and watching all the debauchery which is happening in his honor with a huge, shit-eating grin on his face. Trev suppressed a smile at the thought. Although, with thirty submissive boys and girls on the block yesterday, he probably doesn't know which of them to watch first.

  Suddenly, Silver stiffened and gave such a squeal of delight that for a moment, Trev wondered whether he'd accidentally flicked the remote switch to 'instant orgasm'.

  "Rosie!" She turned to Trevor, her eyes shining. "I just spotted Rosie. May I quickly go over to her and say hello, please Master?"

  He wasn't sure when she'd started calling them that instead of Sir, but he far preferred it. Perhaps it was only that evening, a subconscious act due to her slave costume, or maybe it would last until her departure. He hoped it was the latter.

  "Yes, you may, but make sure we can still see you, and you'd better ask Travis too. And don't take too long. Otherwise..." He flicked the switch, and she shuddered, a moan escaping her lips before he once again turned the panties off.

  "I will, thank you, Master!" Silver's lips briefly touched his before she turned and whispered to Trav. He nodded, smili
ng, and she kissed him too before setting off to speak to her friend.

  * * * * *

  "Oh my God, you look adorable!" Silver exclaimed, taking in Rosie's fifties style costume, complete with poodle skirt and petticoat, demure blouse and high ponytail.

  "And you look very sexy," Rosie replied, giving her friend a great big hug. "How are things going? The twins taking good care of you? Or do you regret having come?"

  "Oh hell, no! Letting you convince me to give this a try is probably the best thing I've ever done," Silver said. "The twins are just... oh Rosie, they're amazing. If I'd dreamt them up, they wouldn't have been as perfect as they are in real life. I feel like the luckiest girl on the planet. Although," she went on, taking in the way her friend's eyes were shining, "from the looks of you, you're pretty much feeling the same way."

  "Guilty as charged. I am growing more and more attached to Grant and Valerie—aka Mommy and Daddy—every minute that I spend with them." Rosie bit her lower lip, a sudden wistful expression flickering over her lovely face. "All this time, being a Nanny to the other Littles in the Nursery—I always knew I wanted to give it a try, to be on that side of things, but even I would never have guessed how right it feels. It's like I've come home."

  "I can understand that," Silver replied. She glanced over at Rosa's 'parents', who were jiving in an expert rendition of the Twist. "Oh, how gorgeous, your mommy's wearing the same outfit as you! And your daddy makes a very sexy James Dean." She took her friend's hand. "Do you think they feel the same way about you?"

  "I don't know. We haven't really talked about... after. Right now though, they both give me so much love and affection. And they're certainly giving me a whole lot of new experiences." Rosie blushed.

  Silver grinned. "Care to elaborate?"

  Rosie smiled back at her. "I will, the next time we actually have the opportunity to get together for a proper chat."

  "Then it's a deal. Ohhh," Silver jumped as her panties started to hum.

  "Are you okay?" Her friend's big blue eyes were filled with concern.