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To recap. I had answered an ad on craigslist from a married mom that wanted nasty stories sent to her email account. I sent one, and ‘Jane’ loved it. The mom asked me to create two more. One would be where she is the ‘entertainment’ for a party. In the other story she plays with a man’s cock and balls, keeping him on the edge of orgasm for hours.

In Jane Entertains the writer sent an email setting the stage for ‘Jane’ to become the entertainment at a party. It was intended as written foreplay, the writer wanting to get ‘Jane’ hot and wanting more.

FW: Jane Entertains

My dear Jane,

I had left you soaking in the tub after admonishing you to not play with your pussy. I went into the bedroom to lay out the clothes you were going to be wearing for the rest of the evening. New black stockings, black garter belt and black high cut briefs are laid out. The briefs are thin, lots of lace, delicate, feminine. I pick a pair of red stiletto heels and put them out for you. I place the wrist and ankle cuffs next to your clothes, intending to give a hint of things to come. A blindfold gets placed on top of the cuffs. I make sure the red lipstick Anna had given you to try is placed prominently on your makeup table. I turn on some soft music and then check on you. You are engrossed in your book, and I notice that your left hand is stroking your breast.

I go downstairs into the entertainment room, walk in front of the larger flat panel, then reach up to one of the ceiling tiles. It gets pushed out of the way, revealing a pad eye bolted thru the exposed joist and a carabiner clipped to the eye. I get a length of white nylon rope, and loop one end thru the hanging metal loop. I’m not sure about the spreader bar yet, I think I’ll keep it handy and see where the night leads us. I turn on the TV’s, then the two video cameras, adjust the lights so only the center of the room is lit. I get wine from the small refrigerator and put it out next to the trays loaded with goodies on the side cabinet under the smaller flat panel. I lay out glassware, open one of the bottles and pour out two glasses. I take them and leave the room.

It’s getting to be evening, so I turn on a few lights on the main floor, enough to be able to walk around and not bump into furniture. I head into the kitchen, put the two glasses of wine on the counter and put some ice into a bucket. I grab some cheese from the refrigerator and slice it onto a plate, add some snack crackers. Other small nibbling type of food gets put onto another plate. I bring the ice and snacks into the entertainment room and lay it out next to the wine.

Oops, mobile starting to signal I got a text. I open it and read the message – 10 MIN. I smile to myself then head back into the kitchen and get the two glasses of wine I had poured out. I return to the upstairs master bedroom.

You’ve finished your bath, and I see you at your makeup table brushing your hair. You’re wearing a thin satin robe, ivory colored and with lots of lace. Delectable, I walk over to you and put the glasses down on the table. I lean over and lightly kiss your neck, move up to your earlobe. I’ve reach into your robe, cupping your breasts with my hands. I whisper into your ear “You look delicious. I’ve put out the lipstick the girl at the spa gave you; I want to see it on your lips. Get very girly tonight, perfume, powder, and the works. Take your time I’m going to watch the show.”

I move away, taking a glass for myself and then moving to the bed. I sit, watch, taking in and enjoying see you get ready as I sip my wine.

As I watch you my mobile signals I’ve another text. I pull it out then look at it – READY. This time I don’t react, you ask what the message was. I reply that it was something about work, nothing to worry about and that it can wait until Monday. You smile, go back to getting all pretty.

You slide your robe off your and begin to powder yourself. You know I’m watching so you make a show of it. You move the powder puff slowly, sensuously, you watch me through your mirror. You apply powder to your neck, shoulders, under each arm, then to your lovely breasts. You push your chair away and apply to your tummy, then a light dusting between each thigh. My cock has started to grow watching the erotic display. You stand, twist to a side and apply powder to one cheek, twist the other way and powder the other. Bend over at your waist and dust the cleft between your cheeks – at this point my cock is at full attention. You look at me through the mirror, smile at the reaction you have worked for in my pants.

Still bent over, arching your back a bit you apply the lipstick; it’s very red, and it matches the red on your nails. Not your usual shade, and it looks good on you. I start thinking of those red lips of yours sliding up and down my cock, wrapped around my balls – time to get this going. You pick up your wine glass, still looking at me through the mirror, and take a drink. You put the glass down, leaving a lipstick mark on the rim. You catch my eyes in the mirror, and smile. Satisfied you straighten up, turn your chair towards me and pick up your panties.

“Is daddy sure he wants his little girls sweet pussy covered up?”

I need to change the role play from the daddy/little school girl game so I answer “Yes dear. I want that lovely lace and silk caressing and molding and encasing your womanly cunt, and I want them soaked with your juices by the time they are taken off you. I’m going to save those panties, not washing them, so I can savor the perfume you will be leaving in them. Once you are finished dressing I’m taking you to the play room, where I will do a lot of nasty and kinky things to you. I expect the room will reek of sex when I am done and you will be spent, exhausted. I’ve been saving a load of sweet heavy cream for you, and you are going to be working very hard to get it.”

You shiver a bit, slowly put your panties on. You pull them up and I see your pussy lips outlined in the gusset. You sit in your chair and don your stockings, then your heels. Garter belt next, you stand and clip the straps to the tops of your hose. You pick up your wine glass, then the cuffs and walk to me, hand outstretched, a smile of anticipation on your face.

I’m sitting upright on the side of the bed, you stand in front of me, hand me the cuffs. Wordlessly you place one foot on my crotch, the spike of your shoe just touching my balls, the bottom of your shoe gently rubbing my hard organ. You sip more wine as I wrap the soft leather around your ankle, push the tongue of the locking strap through the buckle and secure it. You smile, remove your foot and put the other in the same spot, again giving my cock a gentle rub. I put on the cuff, this time though after the strap is secured I slowly work my hands up your silky calf, your thighs. The fingers of my left hand lightly brush your ass cheeks, my right hand is on your tummy, finger tips slowly stroking, and I’m luxuriating in the softness, the contrast between the silk covering your rear and your warm silky skin. You start to push your mound towards me; I bend and kiss your inner thigh just at the top of your stockings.

“You bastard,” you say, voice low and husky, “You didn’t touch me for a week, and I don’t think I’m ready to just forgive and forget. The spa was nice but you had better come through tonight, and believe me next time it’s my turn. You are going to pay.” You smile hungrily, look down at me and press your foot hard into my prick while you finish the rest of your wine. Finished, you lift your foot and remove it.

You step towards me, straddle my knees with your thighs, clasp your hands and push them towards me. I take your glass, place it on the floor, then wrap each wrist with a cuff, clip them together. I push you back, stand up. I reach up and lightly stroke your face, my hands caressing your neck, shoulder, down to your soft, full breasts. You pull your shoulders back and bring your arms up exposing your tits to me. I cup them, feel the smooth warmth, softly squeeze.

I bring my lips to your ear, voice quiet and low “Within the hour you will be moaning, your cunt will be drooling your juices, your panties will be a soaked mess, your thighs will be slick with the wetness from your fuck hole. The air will be filled with the smell of your sex, my cock will be dripping pre-cum and you will be begging for my hot heavy load. And that will be just the beginning.” You gasp and involuntarily thrust your abdomen out, try to grind your pussy on my leg.

I let you go, move around you and pick up the blindfold. I take you by your upper arm, and just a bit roughly push you towards the door. We leave the room, walk down the stairs. I keep you in front of me, I keep your upper arm in my hand, holding tight. At the base of the stairs I stop you, slip the blindfold over your head and cover your eyes. It’s not the usual cheap flimsy thing, as you find out. No peeking around the edges and it holds a good seal when you turn your head around. I reach around with my hand and give a hard pinch to one of your nipples, you pull away and I give your ass a slap, more sound than sting. “No, that won’t do at all. Stand up straight and start walking, I’ll guide you.”

I turn you into the entertainment room and escort you to where I left the rope hanging down. I position you to face the couch, attach one end of the rope to the clip holding your wrist cuffs together, pull on the other end and start bringing your arms up.

Exquisite, your arms are straight up, your sides and armpits exposed. Your tits hang heavy, open, available. Your nipples are hard, your aureole crinkled and puffy. You are starting to breathe faster, deeper, and you have a light flush from your face to your breasts. The high heels provide that divine lift to your rear, the globes of your ass covered but not concealed by the sexy black panties I wanted you to wear. I tie off the line and move close to your ear, tell you in a low quiet voice “Yes, I think I have your attention. This will do nicely to start. Dear lovely sexy Jane.”

I decide to use the spreader bar after all, clip one end to an ankle then the other. I don’t have the bar spread your legs too far apart, I want to increase your anxiety, remove feelings of control you may have over the situation but I’m not looking for you to be in pain or discomfort.

I stand behind you, my cock hard and just touching the silk covered cleft between the cheeks of your gorgeous ass. I reach up, fingers lightly touching the inside of each of your upper arms. I slowly bring them down, lightly brushing your skin. You arch your back and I feel goose bumps on your skin. I bring my hands down to your hips, holding you in place. I lightly kiss then lick each armpit with the tip of my tongue. You try to push your ass back against my cock but I stop you. “No, we have lots of time. You are not in control, surrender and just feel, enjoy.” You breathe in sharply, then slowly exhale, relax.

I bring my hands up, cup your breasts, then start to gently massage them. I bring my right hand down oh so slowly, inching down your stomach, enjoying the soft roundness of your tummy. My fingertips reach the top of your panties; I flatten my hand against your hot belly, fingertips just inside the band.

That sweet moment of surrender I was waiting for, craving, when a woman not just allows but wants her lover to touch her in that most intimate spot. You moan, quietly asking “Please, please touch me. I’ve been waiting so long – I want your hand on me, your fingers in me. Please – don’t stop.”

You press your ass against my groin, this time I let you. My hand descends and I touch your short crinkly pubic hair, and then press against your Venus mound, pulling you to me. I see your face in the screen to my right; your eyes are still blindfolded, your slick red lips parted. I gently squeeze your breast with my left hand and you moan. I bring my other hand further to your nether lips, cup them, and just press my middle finger between them. I feel heat, wet, slick smoothness. I stop squeezing your breast and move to your nipple, pinch, stretch it out. You gasp, bring your head up to face towards the ceiling and you gently bite your lower lip. I look down and see you have lipstick on your teeth where they connected.

“Oh Jane, that won’t do at all. You’ve smeared your lipstick. I think we will need to do something about that.” I reach down and kiss your neck, then shoulder. I bring my hand up out of our panties. My fingers are wet with your juices. I bring my hand up to your face, under your nose. You inhale deeply, stick your tongue out and lick some of the juices from my hand. I let you have a bit, then bring it to my face.

I’m right next to yours, my lips by your ear. I inhale, breathe in your perfume. Your ass pushes against my cock and you turn your head in my direction. I tell you to stop and pinch your nipple at the same time. You gasp and halt, I lick my fingers clean. “Tasty. I want more; I want your cunt wrapped around my face, your juices in my mouth, your scent the only thing I smell. That’s for later.”

You sigh, “Tell me where we are. Tell me a fantasy.”

I cup your breasts with both hands. My lips are still by your ear, and I keep my voice and pitch low. “We are in a room similar to those videos you like so much. You are in the middle of it. You are in a circle of light, there is no escape. There are men and women watching, hungry for you. You are their evening’s plaything, their toy. You are here to bring them pleasure. They are watching me play with your tits, my hand caressing your cunt. There are other toys spread about the room, they are all here to be used on you.”

“Are the men going to use me?” you ask. I’m playing with your nipples, pulling, squeezing. I’m running the tip of my tongue along the side of your neck, and then nibble your earlobe.

“Your face, hair and body will be spattered with their seed. You are here to be used as they want.” I bring my hand back under your panties. Your nether lips are slick and hot. I begin to lightly stroke your clit.

“Hunnnnh….” you gasp, and then ask “And the women?”

I squeeze and knead your breast. “You will do whatever you are told. You will kiss, lick, and eat pussy, savoring every drop. Women will rub their ass cheeks on your face. Your tongue will be used as a fuck stick into some woman’s bowels.” I pull my hand out of your panties, you are flushed, your nipples hard and extended. You are breathing heavy, clearly excited.

I pull away, move to your side and reach for the blindfold you are wearing. “But first, I think we need to repair that lipstick of yours. Diana, do you think Anna could help?”

I pull the blindfold off and watch as you see we are not alone. Your face tightens with shock, and your head quickly swivels left to right, as you see two people sitting on the loveseat, one on the couch and another kneeling between the two pieces of furniture. You turn further to your right and see standing by your side a tall thin woman dressed the same as you. She has small tight breasts but her nipples are hugely erect.

You blush is deep red, starts at the top of your head and ends just below your breasts. You try to pull away, cover yourself, hide but you can’t. I can see lust, shock, surprise and humiliation on your face. The endorphins and adrenaline are kicking in, sending you for a ride. Your face pales, your head starts to roll back, your knees sag and I see that you are beginning to faint. The woman at your side reaches a hand to you and I smell a sharp ammonia stink, she has popped a smelling salt and your eyes widen, show you have come back to us.

“What…” you croak, and the woman smiles, she strokes your face and murmurs sweetly to you

“Jane, you look ravishing. We have been so looking forward to meeting you, having you join our little club. We met earlier today, I’m Diana, and yes, Dick is a bastard for surprising you like this. We have wanted to add you as a member to our little club since Dick told us you had gotten back together. Dick the bastard set this up.”

You look around as she is talking and recognize Sally the other spa owner sitting on the loveseat next to a very well built guy. She is dressed exactly like you and Diana are; she is leaning back, one hand playing with her large lush tits, the other lightly stroking the crotch of the guy sitting next to her.

Anna is the one kneeling between the couch and love seat. She is also dressed in the identical stockings and garter belt but she is not wearing panties. Her pussy is hairless and smooth. Her hands are clasped behind her arched back, her small round tits thrust out and she is watching you intently. Another well-built guy sits on the coach next to her. The guys are wearing long sleeve shirts and jeans, as I am.

You notice Sally and Anna wearing the same shade of lipstick you are, and Sally’s nails have the same color of polish you are wearing. You turn your face towards Diana and see her lips are also painted the same hue.

She smiles at you, strokes your neck and shoulders, and continues “Jane, did you see the wonderful present Dick got for you?” as she points to the Sybian. Diana moves her hand and begins to stroke your back. “You have a choice. We can stay and you will be our entertainment for the evening. Neither you nor Dick will be allowed to orgasm until the very end of the evening. We will all do wonderful, nasty, dirty things not just to you, but to each other. And Anna will be attending to all of us; you remember your time with Anna today?” You nod, your eyes bright, your nipples starting to harden. Hot spots start to develop on your face.

Diana continues “Or dear Jane, we can leave if you wish. But we will take the Sybian with us, Dick and I have an agreement. Anna will not stay nor will you get to see the massive tools Tom and Harry carry let alone the enormous loads of juice that has been churning in their balls for the last week. We have been denying them dear, in preparation for our little party this evening.”

Diana smiles at you and strokes your cheek, your hair. She pulls your head back and kisses you on your lips. You look back and see the Sybian in front of you. You turn your head round looking carefully at the two guys on the couch. You see that they are both erect, and that they sport impressive bulges. You look at Anna, kneeling on the floor. She meets your gaze, smiles at you warmly. “There are so many things awaiting you if you join us Jane, and we want you to. But the decision is yours. Please tell us what you want.”

“Diana, this isn’t fair. I’m horny and getting hornier listening to you. Looking at all of you is making it worse. Yes, stay, but I have one condition. You will help me turn the tables on Dick. Promise me and I’m the group’s plaything for tonight.”

Diana smiles, warmly kisses you on the lips, turns away. “Yes Jane, you have my promise. Anna, please come here and fix Jane’s lipstick.”

She turns to me and says “Dick, I think the ladies are going to take over now. You go sit.” I smile at her, give your breasts a squeeze and go sit on the couch.

Anna stands, walks towards you after picking up a tube of the lipstick as well as a tissue from the coffee table. She approaches you, smiles and wipes away the lipstick from your teeth. She applies a fresh coat and steps away.

Sally walks up hugs you then kisses you on the lips. “Jane, I’m glad you decided to play with us.” she says. “Anna’s my sister, but she belongs to both Diana and me. She likes men but has this need to serve women. Those other guys also belong to us; the stallion whose wonderful cock I was massaging is my husband Tom. Harry belongs to Diana.”

Diana unties the line, allowing your arms to drop down. Sally removes the rope from your cuffs as Diana unclips the spreader bar. They each take one of your arms and provide support as Anna kneels in front of you.

Anna unclips the garter belt straps from your stockings and slowly pulls your panties down to your knees. A thick strand of drool from your pussy is attached to the gusset of your panties. Anna leans forward, opens her mouth and extends her tongue into the strand. She turns her head up slightly and them follows the strand up to your now enlarged vulva, allowing the thick liquid to pool into her mouth. She stops just at the junction of your pussy lips, lightly licks your slit with the tip of her tongue and pulls it into her mouth and swallows. Watching Anna is getting my cock hard, hot; my balls heavy and I feel pre-cum leaking out.

Anna pulls your panties to the floor, helps you step out of them. She opens them and stares at the gusset. She brings it close to her nose and we all hear her inhale. She smiles, rises, holds your panties to her tits and walks to me. She folds them, puts them in my shirt pocket, walks back and again kneels in front of you.

Anna reattaches your garter belt straps to your stockings, stands and takes your face into her hands, kisses you softly on the lips. Still kissing she brings her hands down and cradles your breasts. Anna leans down, kisses then gently bites each nipple. She continues down, beginning to kneel, kissing down your ribcage, your belly. On her knees, her face reaches your pubic area and she rubs it in your short crinkly hair. Her arms encircle you, her hands caressing your ass, pulling you towards her. “Hmmmm Jane,” Anna breathes out, “I’ve wanted you all day. When I gave you that massage my panties were a soaked mess. I had to change them before my mistresses chastised me for being out of control. This is better. Thank you Jane.”

Anna gets up and kisses you. You return her kiss as we see your mouths moving, you are both pressing into each other. Anna breaks away and Sally and Diana lead you to the Sybian. Anna squirts a healthy squirt of lube on the shaft I had attached to the device, then smears it thoroughly around as if she was giving it a hand job. Sally and Diana help you step up onto the coffee table, then get you seated on top of the device. Diana helps you guide the shaft sticking up from the saddle into your pussy. You sit down, the lips of your cunny splayed out by the soft ridge below the shaft.

They take short lengths of rope I had laid out, and tie your ankle cuffs to lashing rings behind and to your side. Your arms are brought behind, and the cuffs again clipped together. A line secures your wrists to another lashing ring directly behind the Sybian. Once secured Diana motions to Anna and asks her to serve wine for everyone. You get served first, with Sally bringing the glass to your lips, letting you drink. Once we all have a glass Diana speaks.

“Please everyone, listen. Sally and I have been playing with Harry and Tom’s dicks all week, but not letting the poor dears cum. I’m afraid that both of them have very full balls and now need to decant their cream. However we are going to torment the men some more as we want the largest, hottest loads they can produce for Jane’s induction ceremony. Anna, please help us plug them.”

Sally walks over to Tom, smiles at him and beckons him to stand. While he does Diana takes the controller for the Sybian and turns the vibration and power knobs to low settings. She turns the power on. You sit, transfixed, your eyes closed and a smile on your lips. You open them after a minute to watch Sally pull Toms pants down.

Tom had gone commando, and Sally helps him step out of his jeans. Diana wasn’t lying; his cock juts forth a good ten inches from his crotch. I feel a bit anxious as I’m okay size wise but I’m no match for that. Sally unbuttons his shirt and he shrugs it off then sits down. That’s when we see he is wearing a device on his organ – a large metal cock ring at the base of his shaft, going behind his ball sack. There is a wide leather band wrapped around his ball sack, just under his pole. Your eyes grow wide, and you start to grind your pussy onto the shaft of the Sybian. Diana sees that, turns the power off for a few seconds then turns it back on. “Tsk-tsk Jane. It’s far too early for you to orgasm, relax and enjoy. Doesn’t Tom have just the most marvelous member? And I must say Harry will not disappoint you.”

Anna kneels on the other side of Tom, reaches for his now massive cock and grasps it just under the tip of his glans. She pulls her hand back towards the base and the opening to his urethra opens up. She holds an open bottle of lube with the tip just above Toms cock. Sally has a slim ribbed metal rod in her hand, and guides it to Toms now opened cum hole. Anna coats it with lube, puts a large drop on the tip of Toms cock. Sally slowly inserts the rod into Toms cock – Tom closes his eyes and sighs.

There is a ring on the end of the rod, and Sally keeps working it back and forth until the ring sits just outside of Toms cock head. Diana is caressing her breasts with one hand, while slowly changing the power and vibration settings to the Sybian with her other. Your head is swiveling back and forth between the flat screens showing you on the Sybian, watching what is going on with Tom, and watching Diana play with herself.

Finished with Tom, Sally changes places with Diana. Harry stands and Diana pulls his pants down. If anything his cock is bigger than Toms – massively round, at least 11 inches in length. His balls hang thick and full – there is a heavy metal ring wrapped around his sack. Diana points and he stands straight, his hands on his hips. Anna brings a couple of items from a bag next to the couch. First is a shiny polished short stainless steel cylinder, it has a hinge on one side and locking tabs on the other. Diana opens it and there are rows of dull spikes running the length of the cylinder. She slowly closes it around the base of Harry’s huge dick, and then passes a small lock thru the tabs. Harry moans, and my god it looks like his cock just grew another half inch. Pre-cum is oozing out of his cock head.

Sally has her hand inside her panties, and I can see she is frigging herself watching what is going on. You are moaning quietly, at times closing your eyes and squirming around the saddle of the Sybian. Sally’s other hand is doing the same thing Diana did, varying slightly the amount of power and vibration of the unit. They are intent on just teasing you, not letting you cum. Your nipples have become large and hardened, and there is beginning to be a puddle at the base of the shaft entering your puss. Sally pulls her hand from under her panties, brings it to your lips. You reach with your tongue to lick her fingers. She puts her hand back, frigging her pussy hard.

Anna can barely grip Harry’s cock with her hand and produces a bottle of lube. Diana introduces another device. This one is a large ring, but it has a rod welded to it. Anna pours lube on Harrys cock as Diana starts to push the ring onto his shaft. Now it makes sense – the rod runs parallel to his organ, and I see that the tip of the rod is curved. It gets seated as far as it can go, the curved tip of the rod just touching the top of Harrys massive glans.

Anna uses two hands this time to pull his bulb back, opening Harry’s urethra. Diana produces a long stainless steel plug and inserts the tip into a hole drilled through the tip of the rod. The plug goes thru the rod, and begins to enter Harry’s piss hole. Anna lets go of his cock and grabs a tube of lube, squirting it onto the shaft of the plug. Diana slowly guides it into Harry’s urethra until it too has been completely seated. There is a locking screw that secures the plug in place, Harry thrusts his groin forward and softly moans. His cock is massively erect, throbbing.

Diana gets up, has Harry sit, then goes to you. She reaches out and caresses your breasts, then pinches your nipples. She kisses you then I see her tongue enter your mouth. She straightens up, “Jane, Sally and I talked about this. We don’t think it would be right for us to handle Dicks cock while you are engaged so nicely for us. We will help you later in shopping for the proper tools to keep him in his place, and spend a pleasant afternoon over drinks explaining how to use them. With your permission, we are just going to make sure he can’t touch his cock until it’s time for him to bless you with his load.”

You start to nod, then say “Diana, I need – mmmmm – have Anna tease that prick of mine. I want to watch him ooze puddles – oh don’t stop Sally! Please? Oh god Sally, don’t stop!” Sally smiles at Diana, starts to play with your breasts with her free hand.

Diana and Anna turn to me, beckon me to stand. I do, Anna undoes the waistband button of my jeans and Diana unzips them. My cock lurches free and starts throbbing but then Diana slaps my balls. “Oh no you don’t! You concentrate. You are not going to waste that lovely load of come. Man up.” She jerks my pants down while Anna pulls my shirt over my head and tugs it off of me. Anna attaches straps to my thighs while Diana attaches cuffs to my wrists. They push me down onto the couch then clip the cuffs to the thigh straps. Simple but effective, I find I can’t get up, and I sure can’t get to my cock. It rises out from me, clear pre-cum oozing from my glans. My balls ache, first from the load of semen I’ve been storing and then the slap they just took from Diana. I look into your eyes, and you smile at me. Roles once again were changed, but this time on me.

For the next hour Sally and Diana alternate between working on their husbands and working on you.

I watch Diana play with your tits, kiss you, lick and nibble up and down your body, play with the controls on the Sybian causing you to alternate between moaning and begging her to turn it up. I watch her lube her fingers and push them into your ass, frigging your bottom. She has Anna come over, kneel next to you, nuzzle and kiss your breasts while Diana uses a magic wand on her pussy. Anna and you begin to hungrily kiss, when she moans into your mouth, jerks and comes while holding onto you. Sally walks over and Diana goes to Harry to suck and lick his balls, she tongues his shaft and glans then has Anna lift his legs up and rim his ass.

Sally has you kiss and suck on her tits. She brings her panty covered ass cheeks to your face and makes you kiss and lick them. She has you rub your face up and down her backside. Sally pulls her panties down, bends over, arches her back and pulls her cheeks apart. “Jane, be a good girl and lick my crack. Oh yes, so nice. Hmmmm. Get that tongue into my ass, ohhhhhhh. Now lick my bung hole.” Your tongue extends out as Sally pushes her ass into your face. You eagerly lick her hole. Sally instructs you to fuck her ass with the tip of your tongue while she goes back to frigging her pussy.

Sally has Anna come over to stand in front of you. She plays with Anna’s pussy and tits from behind. “Jane, I started experimenting with other women when I was at college. I finished school just as Anna was starting. We were talking one hot summer night after her third year, and after a bottle of wine Anna told me about some of the scenes she had been getting into. I shared some of my stories and well one thing led to another.”

Anna starts pressing her nipples while her sister cups a breast with her left hand, strokes her clit with her right. “I later married Tom, but I made sure he knew about Anna as I didn’t want that to be a secret.”

Sally brings the hand she has been stroking Anna’s pussy up to Anna’s mouth, pushes them through her lips. Anna sucks on her sisters fingers, pinches and pulls her nipples, stretching her small round breasts away from her body. Sally has Anna spread her legs wide.

“And as you will find out, my little sister Anna is quite the insatiable slut.” Sally is still standing behind her and starts to spank and slap Anna’s pussy. Anna grasps her breasts moaning. Sally has Anna kneel in front of you while she starts to fuck her with her fingers. Anna comes, clutching her tits, squeezing them, while Sally clamps her free thumb and forefinger on one of Anna’s nipples. Anna yelps, pants, smiles blissfully. Sally brings the hand she was using on Anna’s pussy up to you, slick and wet with her girl cum. You eagerly lick and suck her fingers, moaning.

Diana comes back and Sally attends to poor Tom, picking up some clothes pins from the bag next to the couch. She clamps them one by one on his balls and inner thighs. Sally lubes and inserts her fingers into Tom’s ass, fucks his ass and rubs his prostate. He’s been groaning almost constantly for the last half hour. His cock looks engorged, red, and shiny as the skin is stretched.

Anna in the meantime has come to where I am at. She is an accomplished tease. You clearly told her how much I love a woman’s ass – she’s grinding hers into my face. Anna is one of those girls who have small tits, thin waist and slightly rounded belly. Her hips are wide, and her ass is soft and large. Another couple of pounds and she will have problems, but for now I’d say it’s perfect.

I smell her sweet pussy but she won’t let me lick it. She has me rim her back passage then rubs her lovely bum up and down on my face. She kneels between my legs. She won’t touch my cock, but gets in close and breathes heavily on it and my balls. She opens her mouth, extends her tongue and lets a rope of saliva slide down, hitting the tip of my cock. It oozes down my cock, mixing with the pre-cum that is exuding from my knob. At the same time she inserts two of her fingers into my ass, fucking it, lightly stroking my prostate.

Anna takes one of the large didoes I had set out and fucks herself with it standing over me, straddling my legs. She pulls it out, looks me in the eye and starts licking her glistening juices from it. She frigs herself, brings her hand to my face, pulling back before I can lick her fingers. Pre-come is pooling around my ball sack and the base of my cock. My balls throb, they feel hot, heavy. My prick feels and looks engorged.

Diana is back playing with you. She has taken some nipple clamps from the bag and applied them to both of your nipples. There is a small silver chain between both clamps, and she has you hold onto it between your teeth. She plays with them, gently twisting and pulling. “Jane dear, have you ever tasted a woman’s pussy before? Anna was telling us earlier today that the two of you were flirting back and forth during your visit with us. She told us you that she could tell you were getting aroused when she was giving you a massage.”

You drop the chain from your mouth. “Yesssss, oh please Diana I need to cum so badly. I have some girlfriends and we get together every once in a while. Hunnh…. Diana if I eat your pussy will you let me come? Is that what you want? You look like you have a very pretty pussy.”

Diana smiles, strokes your face, kisses your lips. “Not tonight dear. But soon, I would love to have you between my thighs, worshiping me, giving me oral pleasure. But Anna has been so good helping don’t you think? I believe you should thank her. Anna, could you please come here? Jane wants to show her appreciation for all your help so far.”

Anna smirks at me, saucily turns and walks over towards you and Diana. “Anna,” Diana points in front of you, “Please get up on the table. Lovely. If you would be so kind as to bring your pussy closer to Jane, I think she’s in the mood to give your clit some attention.”

Anna brings her pubic area right to your face. You kiss her mound, lick her nether lips. Diana goes to the cabinet and selects a vibrating butt plug off the tray and a bottle of lube. She pulls out a paddle from her bag on the floor, and then she walks behind you, and starts spreading lube on the plug.

Anna has pulled her pussy lips aside and you are licking her slit. Diana inserts the butt plug, but I don’t even think you are aware of what she is doing. Your world seems to be wrapped solely around Anna’s pussy.

You’ve begun to babble “Please Anna, tell Diana I need to cum. Your pussy is soooo good. I want to eat your ass, suck your toes. When do I get all the cream? I need to eat all the cream so I can cum.” And so on. My cock feels like it’s going to burst, I see why Tom and Harry had to be plugged.

Anna strokes your hair as you continue to work on her puss. “Hmmmm, Jane. You naughty girl, you have done this before. You are very good at eating a girls muff, I’m so glad you let us stay. I think we are going to be very good friends after tonight.”

Diana completely inserts the butt plug, turns it on. You start to buck on the Sybian, which she turns off but leaves the butt plug buzzing. “Oh my god Diana, no, oh please, I need to cum. Let me cum. Ohhhh.”

Jane uses the paddle on the sides your breasts. “No Jane, you cannot have an orgasm just yet. Your guests come first.” She removes the clamps and you start to writhe from the pain as blood starts to flow back into your nipples. “Focus on the pain. Good girl. Just a while longer my beauty.” Diana turns the Sybian back on.

That bit of discipline you received must have sent Anna over the edge, as she starts to cum again. She rides your face, sliding her pussy up and down on your mouth and nose. Sally was right about her sister being insatiable, I’ve lost count of the times Anna has had an orgasm.

Diana has Sally join her at your side, Diana motions for Anna to get down and join them. They whisper then Anna refills your wine glass. Diana goes to you, kisses you gently, and says “Dear Jane, I think we are ready. Have a drink while we chat.” Anna holds the glass and you sip, dazed. “We want to have our husbands honor you with their beautiful white hot semen. But you have a choice. We can go for another hour like this after which we let the poor dears cum by fucking us in front of you.” Sally starts massaging your back while Diana strokes your hair. “That saves your gorgeous breasts from getting soiled by their ejaculate. Or we bring them over one by one, they coat your tits with their loads, after which you will be fed their cream. The three of us has decided that is your induction to our club. To be frank Anna suggested this, and Sally and I agree, to be a member in our group you must eat their offerings. We understand if you cannot do this, but you must choose.”

Your eyes are glazed, your hair matted, lipstick smeared all over. Between the vibrating butt plug and the Sybian it sounds like a plague of locusts are amongst us. As I promised, the room reeks of the incense from your cunt cream, the surface of the Sybian glistens with your juices. You have been begging for an orgasm for the last half hour. “Diana, oh please I..I…oh god oh god…I have to cum sooooo bad. Yes I want our men to cover me with their man juice. I want to be covered, coated, creamed…. my pussy is aching, I’m begging you! I need to cum sooo baaaad.”

Diana and Sally’s smiles are feral, their eyes gleaming. Sally goes first and she and Anna bring Tom over to you. He’s stumbling, his cock red, angry, engorged, distended. Sally has him stand in front of you while she kneels behind him and inserts first one, then two, finally three fingers into his ass. Anna is kneeling on the other side of Tom and she grasps the ring of the rod in his urethra and slowly pulls it out. He’s groaning more, bucking back and forth between Sally’s finger fucking his anus and Anna’s pulling the sound from his cock. Anna holds Tom’s cock over the coffee table and removes the rod. Once it leaves Tom’s piss hole a stream of pre-cum jets from his cock splashing onto the table surface, pooling just in front of you.

You try to lurch forward, your eyes wide, and a moan leaving your lips. “No, no no! That was for me – Sally that was my cum. Mine! Anna, oh sweet Anna, let me have a taste, please?”

Anna brings the rod to her lips and slowly licks it clean. You and Tom gasp, Diana turns the dials on the Sybian to the lowest point. Tom’s cock head drools ropes of clear pre-cum, which drip onto the coffee table adding to the substantial puddle. Anna brings her face down, slurping up the pool. She makes a show of coating her lips and tongue with the clear liquid and then offers them to you. You lick her mouth clean, grinding your pelvis down onto the Sybian.

Author’s Notes: This story is erotic fantasy written by Etaski. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Etaski 2010

This story is continued.


As before, time passed in the candle chamber though I was more tense this time as I continually expected someone or something to touch me again from behind.

I should have known the voice would come from right in front of me.

“Look up. Now.”

The voice was male. Fully Drow, this time.

When I did look up, I could see nothing; I could smell him, though, feel the heat seeping off invisible flesh. Then I felt a hand seize my hair and painfully jerk me up straight. I almost shouted at him, immediately enraged—how dare he?!

…but then I felt the familiar, soft texture of an engorged glans being pressed against my mouth and I pursed my lips shut by reflex.

I still couldn’t see anything that my other senses told me was there. I suppose it didn’t bother me, that’s often how it was in the Underdark, but it was a little surreal in the candlelight.

“Suck me, Noble,” the disembodied voice hissed at me, both bitter and lyrical. “Open that privileged mouth and gag while I clog your throat. If you bite me, you fail, and the Red Sisters will come back at my word to finish you.”

Briefly I felt cold. He sounded so confident and so very hateful. Would they come back as he said? Did he actually know enough magic to make himself unseen, yet still able to strike out without disrupting that spell? It could have been another Drow who had cast the invisibility spell on him, but…my gut told me it was him, his own magic. It was the surety in his voice, the anger and resentment blatantly obvious, and the satisfaction of knowing he would best me on his terms.

Borrowing another Drow’s spell wouldn’t make it all ring so true…

He had to be one of the wizards in the Tower, one who chafed at being born his gender, at being so powerful and valuable yet still possessing a lower status than the most incompetent Priestess.

All that rage was pent up and held in check only for fear of pain and death… and his intelligence and pride railing against the injustice. This one couldn’t be swayed to hand over his control as Kerse had been; he would probably rather die.

By Lolth, I even remembered watching some of the punishments of a wizard who had overstepped his boundaries. He’d no doubt learned well, and the others would have heard, too. I could only imagine what this wizard might like to do when given permission to let his rage loose on a naked and solitary female…

An eye for an eye?

I had to decide in an instant, and I did: whatever it took to delay that rage. I squashed down my pride and arrogance for now. Whatever it took to gain the upper hand, eventually.

He’d barely finished threatening me when I took a breath and opened my mouth willingly to let the invisible flesh pass between my lips. He pressed in with a laugh and jammed my windpipe; it was just as well that I was holding my breath. I closed my eyes so that the fact that I could feel everything but couldn’t see it wouldn’t be so distracting. It was important that I be able to sense his body language, to read him without his face.

I swallowed his shaft with the enthusiasm of a novice Priestess at her first sacrifice. I swirled my tongue, reached up to massage his scrotum and sucked him as if I could pull his brains out through his penis. Likely what I was trying to do.

His grip on my hair tightened and he started guiding my rhythm, moaning and cooing at me. Every so often he would flick the edges of my pointed ears with his fingers; it was a sharp, disruptive pain that did no damage at all. Drow hate having their ears flicked.

He gasped, “Good…that’s it…ah, young slit…ah…Yes, you’ll do this until I say to stop. Then you’ll turn around…spread open wide for me.”

I hummed in acknowledgement, my mouth still full but able to breathe now and then, and I put my left hand between my legs, slipping a finger into my sex that was still wet from my union with Kerse. The wizard groaned, seeming to see it as he encouraged me to greater speed and abandon.

“You like this. Ha! …always thought you control-addict Nobles really wanted to be forced at times… Make yourself hot…that’s it…let me hear it, that squelching, drooling slit…”

In time I could tell he was trying to convince himself that it was time to pull out of my mouth and order me to turn around. It was in the way his breath would draw in as if to speak, but then I’d do something different and inventive with my mouth, and he’d sigh and let me go on for a few more strokes.

And a few more.

He was close now. It was now or never.

I pulled my well-lubed finger from my sex and quickly brought my hand up to slide it between the wizard’s buttocks even as I distracted him by continuing to grope his sack. It only took a second to find the ring of flesh I sought.

“What—?” he gasped, flinching as I pressed my finger smoothly inside him.

He couldn’t really complain; I had made it much more comfortable than the eldest Red Sister had done to me.

I immediately found the nut-like gland inside; the next second I massaged it and the wizard cried out, his control completely faltering. He started spurting down my throat. He was trying to pull my mouth off him by his fistful of hair, probably to mark my face if he couldn’t do more to me, but I held tightly to his hips with my other hand and kept massaging his gland, swallowing his seed until he was done.

He tasted healthy; like an underground hot spring infused with my favorite spiced mushroom delicacy.

I sensed his body flinch when I removed my finger and pulled my mouth off him at last. He was gasping, finished and completely flaccid for the moment from the rate at which he’d shriveled in my mouth.

He slapped me. “You think you’re so clever, do you?”

The wounded pride in his voice was palatable. I was glad I couldn’t see his rage; it allowed me to look up at nothing and keep a calm, straight face.

“Why hide your identity, wizard?” I asked. “Are you afraid of retribution?”

“Retribution? From you?” He laughed, his disembodied voice echoing in the chamber. It was louder and angrier than it would have been if he’d been in control. “You’re helpless here, Sirana. Your body belongs to us until the Red Sisters come to claim you. If they come to claim you.”

Us, he’d said. That’s right, I recalled there was at least one other, just as the eldest had promised. “If my body belongs to you, then yours belongs to me,” I said baldly.

He laughed harshly. “Oh? Who is on her knees before me?”

“Who chose your moment of climax?” I smirked.

His voice spat hatred. “Try that while flanked on both sides, Noble.”

Arms wrapped around me from behind; they were arms I could actually see this time, black and well-formed, the hands rougher and scarred.

Like the hands of a soldier.

Those hands slid from my hips up my belly and cupped my breasts as teeth bit hard into my shoulder. I leaned into him, getting a sense of his size and ability as my back and buttocks aligned with his front. He was certainly stronger than the wizard, but no taller, and I was still somewhat taller than each of them.

Out of my periphery, I caught a glimpse of a reasonably handsome face leering with eagerness. His erection settled comfortably lengthwise in the cleft of my backside and he pressed hard. I smiled as he pinched my nipples, twisted them roughly.

A wizard and a fighter.

The two really didn’t mix that well; their methodology was too different even if they both wanted power over my body. Better for me; they would fight each other.

“So give it to me already, solider,” I hissed in excitement over my shoulder, reaching back to dig my nails into naked flanks and well-sculpted buttocks. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me.”

“When I decide, slit-sucker,” he growled back, squeezing my breasts hard and grinding into me.

The problem with that statement was that he was even more excited than I was; his voice had quavered at the end. He managed to tease me for another thirty seconds or so, pawing without the best technique at the tuft of white hair at my crotch, but finally he just pushed me down flat onto my stomach, forcing my legs wide apart with his own before ramming his phallus inside me.

The soldier held me down with his weight; I cried out and struggled against him in order to egg him on, reaching out and digging my fingers into the garnet border as if trying to pull myself free of him.

He hardly needed the encouragement. He wallowed and slammed between my legs as though he were trying to fit his entire body inside.

“This…is how you control them, wizard,” my soldier gasped, jarring me with every furious lunge, air forced out of me with each one. “Don’t even…give them an opportunity to…fuck you back.”

“Sooner or later you have the let her get up, grunt,” my invisible magician retorted sourly. “What then?”

My fighter pulled out prematurely, just as Kerse, had and I grunted in displeasure. Then I felt him reposition his erection at my other hole and my eyes widened a bit.

He replied, “You make her too sore to be able to run after you.”

“Stop that!,” my wizard protested, “We agreed I would—”

“And she outsmarted you. It’s my turn.”

The soldier was pressing in hard, dilating my back sphincter very quickly. Even though I relaxed to allow it, even though he was slicked up from stroking inside my sex, the entry definitely hurt.

That didn’t really matter so much to me, though; what was a little pain? I knew I’d cause much more than I was taking in my lifetime. I would see it stay that way.

I could handle this and I would get mine in return.

“Oh, Goddess!!” I shrieked as he rushed to bury his meat inside me, stretching me tight around him. Even I couldn’t really tell if it had been a cry of pleasure or pain; “excitable agony” was the phrase that came to my mind. Still, I forced myself to refocus and relax the muscles of my pelvis again.

“Do it, ground-pounder!” I shouted impatiently at him. “Enough babble with the wizard! You weren’t made to talk!”

He snarled, grabbed my hair fiercely and held my head to the floor, my right cheek pressed hard to the polished surface. He drew out part way and thrust back in between my buttocks, beginning his increasingly vicious tempo. It didn’t take long for the nerves of my clutching ring to go mostly numb first, then finally begin to heat up in a way that was actually pleasant.

It was only then I could finally make very convincing sounds of pleasure. I was partly acting, true, but then again, the mind was a powerful stimulant by itself. Something I had learned long ago as a result of Juarinia’s torture: how can you be an effective sadist if you don’t know what the masochist is feeling?

“She’s not going to break that way,” the snide voice of the wizard commented as he watched the soldier plow into my backside.

The thrusting slowed, hesitated, but didn’t stop entirely. He still wanted to finish, to climax, even if his purpose was something else.

“Keep going,” I whispered, panting. “Don’t stop.”

His pace quickened again.

“Pull out, you meathead, you’re doing exactly as she says!”

“Go squat on your wand, book boy! I’m going to glaze inside her innards because I can! Damn what she says!”

I heard my unseen magician blow out a breath in frustration. “Then roll her over at least, hold her on top of you and we’ll double her.”

After a beat, the warrior obeyed the wizard. He hooked his forearms at my underarms and locked his fingers together at the nape of my neck, clutched me tight to him, and rolled both of us. It was in my best interest to roll with him and make sure he didn’t slip out.

I was layered in sweat where I’d been pressed to the floor, and my skin broke out into goosebumps as the cool air of the chamber washed over my front. The fighter was making it so I couldn’t do much with my arms, and I was still impaled between my buttocks so at most I could kick at the unseen magician. But I didn’t really want to kick at him; I kept my legs open, a mocking, challenging smirk touching my lips.

“Think you’ll be able to control yourself this time, wizard?”

“You know, Sirana, perhaps I should return the favor,” the wizard told me contemplatively and I felt him touch my inner thighs gently with both hands.

I admit I was surprised; his tone sounded a lot different than when I’d been kneeling before him. Perhaps he was catching on to how I was playing the two against each other, so they’d fight over me like two scavengers? If their mission was to “break” me through sexual misuse, they were doomed to fail miserably as they strove to out-do each other.

Could the wizard actually have let go of his domineering act long enough to stop and think for a minute? I might be in a bit of trouble if he could….

I still couldn’t see him, not even a vague outline, but I could see the depressions his fingers caused on my flesh. I gasped when what had to be his entire mouth covered my sex and he started feasting. I’d have been willing to bet this bitter, angry, scholarly Drow could never show much enthusiasm for this particular chore, perhaps not even much skill, but I quickly discovered I would have lost that bet.

He had learned an extraordinary technique in his years.

“By Lolth…keep doing whatever you’re doing, wizard,” the solider almost wheezed near my ear, still holding me immobile. “She keeps clutching me hard! I think she likes it.”

I did like it; very much, I did. One of his fingers had slipped inside my sex to press on a similar pressure point, much as my finger had been stroking his gland. His other hand was caressing and teasing my crown of fur, the thumb rubbing in gentle circles, stretching and stimulating the folds of skin cradling my center of sensation. Meanwhile, his mouth explored every point in between and around his hands… I could hardly keep track of each touch he made, inside and out; it varied smoothly and infinitely…

And with the fighter’s prick up my ass at the same time, holding me open as it was…? Oh, I was in trouble.

I couldn’t keep from writhing as they did this to me, and when he lifted his mouth off me three separate times, barely preventing me from climaxing, I actually whimpered.

“Just ask me, Sirana,” he said softly, his breath a puff of hot air in the short, white hairs adorning my mound. He kissed my nether lips softly and I flinched just as he had with me. “Ask for it. Beg for release.”

I wondered if I might actually beg him to let me over the edge? It was so tempting; the lust was strong enough to make all else seem exceedingly small.

But no…I’d taken control from him a while ago with my finger up his ass; I wouldn’t give it back to him so easily!

The soldier was starting to get into the rhythm, too; he was following the wizard’s lead, stroking in and out as the other sucked and rubbed and caressed, stopping when the scholar stopped. By the sixth aborted lead-up, the sixth time I was denied a climax, a loud groan of frustrated disappointment slipped out of my mouth.

Somewhere along the way, they had ceased being in such a hurry to subjugate me and decided to take their time humiliating me instead. I realized I still had to rely on the fighter’s impatience; it was my only chance. He was fascinated, for the moment, with this new trick the wizard was demonstrating but he was the one who fully penetrated my backside and sooner or later his tender eggs would start hurting fiercely. He would be pining for release right along with me.

“Come on, Sirana,” my fighter echoed his partner, and I almost sighed in relief when I heard that same quaver as before. He very well could break before I did.

He had to.

“However you want….to service me, boys,” I murmured. “I can take… all the attention you’re…willing to give.”

At least I hoped so. I was almost floating in an altered state of mind, like when my sister would serve me a draught I didn’t know what it was. My tongue was heavy and it took such effort to form words. It was pure practice that kept the same quaver from my voice.

With the comparison, my hated sister’s voice came back to me in that haze. *You are so stubborn, Sirana…just let go. Submit.*

The ninth time he stopped me from cumming, I heard him rise up over me and felt something scalding hot graze my thigh. Then his hands grabbed those thighs to keep them open, and I felt his prick settle then squeeze into my other available hole. It forced a gasp from me and my eyes did widen from their half-lidded stupor. I felt his breath flow across my breasts as he gripped my hips and thrust into my sex every bit as hard as the fighter had. At my first serious squirming, in trying to get what I needed to climax, he withdrew and went back to eating me.

The wizard kept alternating like that! He would mouth and finger me for a while, then rise up and penetrate me, stroke in tandem with the fighter for several moments, and then withdraw to put his mouth and fingers back on me.

He wasn’t letting me come, and I was hardly given time to catch my breath. Fortunately for me, the lubricant I was liberally producing was being at least partially transferred to my backside; otherwise I would have had much more concern about lasting and keeping the ultimate control of the situation.

I forced myself to think again, slowly wrenching my attention from between my legs. It was a monumental feat.

*Know that if you bite me, you fail.*

The wizard had said that at the beginning.

Fail what? He claimed they were attempting to “break” me, yet there was a lot they hadn’t done that might work. They weren’t disfiguring me, blinding me, weren’t torturing me beyond a rough entry and a rougher fucking. No broken bones or cuts or severe bites… The sex seemed the point, the very grounds for the game of control, and they were holding to it.

Just like with the Draegloth. Just like at Court.

There were rules to this Game, and I’d established the challenge: I had chosen the wizard’s moment of completion. Either I chose my own this time, or I prevented it from ever happening.

I’d win this Game; I knew it.

I went physically limp, exhausted, leaning my head back against soldier-boy’s shoulder and letting my legs and arms relax to the sides, breathing deeply and still feeling them drive into me. The sudden passivity took some of the sustained tension out of me, but the stimulation was still there. If anything, the relaxation encouraged the blood to flow to the junction of my legs even more. However the physical signals, the ones my magician had been using to control my reactions, were no longer there.

“Awww, giving up, Sirana?” said the scholar with a chuckle, thrusting harder, then slower. “Do you want us to stop?” He felt him bite down on one of my nipples.

I just groaned and gasped. A groan was okay; it could mean anything, whatever the other wanted it to mean. The sounds pleased him, but without the writhing and straining I’d been doing that communicated everything to him, he automatically started thrusting harder to get more reaction out of my limp body. The Drow beneath me followed his lead, humping like a night hound finally being let off his leash.

It was intense, and it was enough…Goddess, it was finally enough!

I stayed as limp as I could until, at last, I drew in breath and cried out as my long-delayed thrills of pleasure racked my body. My fighter was taken off guard and couldn’t prevent falling over the edge himself; I could hear him grunt and feel his member throbbing as he spent himself in my bowels.

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