Tina (Clans of Europa) - Tracy St. John Page 0,107

said. “Different women responded to different stimuli. Extreme sensory deprivation helped some concentrate on sensual inducements. We’ll be experimenting with that type of play.”

“That means cutting off sight and sound,” Yorso added. “Although we’ll not gag you this time. I enjoy the noises you make.”

“Obviously, without hearing the order to climax, you won’t be able to.” Tukui’s breath was hot on her ear. “I’m afraid there’ll be suffering until we’re ready for your release. If we decide to grant it.”

His threat was still ringing in her brain when they covered her ears with noise-cancelling earmuffs, leaving her in the silent dark.

She was intensely aware as they undressed her. Every inch of skin tingled as she was exposed. Usually they caressed her as they pulled off her clothes, but not this time. There was the tug of buttons being undone, the slide of fabric as it was taken from her, the soft breath of air as she was made naked.

Then, nothing. Seconds crept by as she stood nude, arms held out from her body, her legs spread. Her pulse was loud in her ears. What were they doing? Just looking?

With sight and sound gone, the minutes were slow snails, creeping by as she wondered what was happening. Her other senses stretched, searching for any hint of her masters’ presences.

Yes. The sweet-spicy scent of Kalquorian arousal. It started subtly, and grew stronger. That wasn’t all. Tina detected changes in the air current, signaling movement. Were they circling her? Looking at her from all sides? Or pacing as they waited for her to break and call out?

She wouldn’t. Tina had no fear of being cast aside any longer, but she found it delicious to surrender everything to her clan where sex was concerned. Reassured that she no longer obeyed out of terror of abandonment, the clan was enthralled to play their part in pushing her to her limits. She was theirs to command and possess, and they did so.

If they insisted that she stand there and wait for an hour, she would.

The first touch was soft. If she hadn’t become so responsive to her surroundings, she would have missed it. The barest trace of motion crept down her spine, little more than a breath of contact. As if the tip of a moth’s wing drifted against her. Was it her own long hair, a single strand detaching and floating down her back? No, it was too constant, the barely-detectable pressure unwavering. The tip of a feather, perhaps?

It drifted in an unerring line to her buttocks, tracing the crevice. Definitely something controlled by one of her mates. It curved beneath, then teased her pucker in a slow, delicate circle. Tina broke out in gooseflesh.

More subtle sensations, tickling the hollow of her throat, her breasts, her navel. Her clit. Tina’s entire attention had been absorbed in those faint touches, and when her nub was brushed, her whole being experienced it. She jerked in response, the feeling clanging throughout like the toll of a mighty church bell.

Whispers of movements made her wet and aching. She hungered for more, her skin feeling as if it might crawl off her in the quest to be stroked by the calloused fingers she knew were there. She didn’t beg, however. She was there for her masters’ sake. Their entertainment. Their fulfillment.

In the silence of her own head, her moan was loud as the teasing continued. It won her no relief. They continued to play with her until Tina was sure they’d do nothing else.

At last, however, the game changed. Strong hands rubbed her all over, rough with demand. Squeezing her ass, her thighs, her breasts. Pinching just to the point where darts of pain left her gasping. Tugging her nipples. Exploring minutely, so that the whole of her body felt abraded from the attention. After the fluttering touches they’d begun with, it was as if she were being mauled.

Something shoved into her pussy without warning. She realized how wet she was, soaked really. The object moving in her, fucking her, was smaller than a cock, but thicker than a finger. Not flesh. A dildo, perhaps, but a small one. With a sudden swelling of girth at its base.

Tina figured out it was a butt plug a second before it left her cunt. Slick with her juices, it was transferred to her asshole, burrowing in with insistence. She forced herself to relax, yielding to the invasion. The bulbous base popped into her pucker, lodging securely inside. She groaned as her tightest

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