A Hurt So Sweet Volume Four - Isabella Starling Page 0,48

out, I've passed her along to the next masked figure.

The dance carries on and on, trying to make her as dizzy and disoriented as possible. I have a task waiting for her, but because I'm a sick bastard, I'm going to make it extra difficult for her.

Once the song nears its end, a chair is put out in the middle of the room. Her dancing partner sits her down and the rest of us close in around her, crowding her, until we're embarrassingly close. I'm to her left, and I can see her tits tremble with each inhale of breath.

"First challenge, my toy." Pandora glances up in fear as my voice rings out through the room. The speakers boom with a pre-recorded message, and I watch with sick satisfaction as Pandora's cheeks flush a deep scarlet. "Are you ready? You're going to make someone come. You won't know who it was, so you'd better make peace with that now."

I watch her face fall, the crowd jeering and laughing at her. She flushes. She's going to cry. My cock demands to be the one she picks, painfully straining against my pants. Pick me. Pick me. Pick me.

Someone in the crowd spins her chair, and she faces masked people, too fast to know who's who.

My voice on the speaker tells her she must yell stop, at which point the person in front of her will use her as they please until she makes them come.

"Stop!" Pandora suddenly screams, holding her hands to her face. I want to groan in anger. She didn't even try to find me. She's frustrated, nearing hysteria. She trembles as she comes face to face with a man the crowd has pushed forward, tall and intimidating, wearing a plague doctor's mask.

He unbuttons his trousers. A single move of his hand orders Pandora to get on the ground.

She's trembling as she gets up from the chair. The man laughs as she kneels before him. Jealousy mixes with adrenaline in my veins and I'm the biggest high of my life. Knowing she wants me, that she'll endure this for me, because of me, makes me hard. I love torturing my toy. I'm going to fucking love watching her get passed around.

Pandora looks up with trusting eyes and the man, whom even I don't recognize, pulls out his cock. It's thick and pierced at the top. Pandora gasps when she sees it.

"I don't think I can-" she starts, but the man cuts her off by showing his thick cock into her mouth, just like everyone was instructed to do. Pandora spits and sputters but keeps him in her hole. Her eyes stare at his mask. I wonder what I'm doing to her will give her wet dreams or nightmares.

I watch with fisted hands as the man fucks her mouth. She relaxes soon enough - I taught her well. I watch until the man spurts, pulling out just in time to spray the front of her dress with his seed.

She cries out, once, twice. I soon realize it's my name she's saying. She needs me.

This time I step forward. She faces me as I pull off my mask. I click my fingers and the rest of my men step out from the audience. Pandora whimpers, crawling close to me, and I pet her hair as she kneels next to me, looking down into her tear-streaked face.

"I'm sorry, Master," she whispers. "I didn't want to..."

"You did exactly what I wanted you to do," I tell her calmly. "I'm proud of you, toy."

A nervous, uncertain smile pulls her lips upward. She's so pretty like this. Used, almost breaking, desperate.

"There's one more task ahead of you," I say. "See these men?"

She looks at the three other figures, nodding.

"You know who they are?"

She glances at me before nodding again. I nod for the men to take their masks off. The rest of the audience watches from behind their disguise, but Pandora can see Easton, Julian and Caspian clearly now.

"Your last challenge is here," I say, tugging on her hair and making her look back at me.

"What is it, Master?"

I don't answer. With another click of my fingers, masked figures bring forth a bed. They set it down in the middle of the room. I lift Pandora from the floor and gently lay her down on the sheets. Her trusting eyes don't falter. I know she wants this. I know she'll take it, whatever it is, because she wants to prove something - that she's mine.

"We're going