Playing with Fire

Of course, word spread quickly that Melissa was not only no longer a virgin, but more than willing to give it to anyone who wanted it, as long as word did *not* get back to Brenda. It was amazing how so many tongues could be wagging and yet total silence be held.

She went through the Rodzin VIMs quickly, doing it in closets, locked bedrooms, and sculleries, before branching out to the SIMs and Beanios, though she went slower then, to prolong the thrill of discovery. She still preferred VIMs, but the only *new* ones were in town or over at Wellesley. Quite a bit harder to seduce them there!

Oh, but she did like it. Sex became an addiction to her. And she did like to experiment. Though it all felt good, she was quickly bored with straight sex, and went looking for something different. The men told her that Rayden would hurt them if they harmed her, or seemed to be taking advantage of her, so very few wanted to experiment with anything that might be considered forcible.

She thought they were all cowards.

Still obsessed with Connie's little show at the hotel, Melissa wanted to ask more than one guy at a time, but that seemed too risky. They did not want to be found out. Mel agreed with that one - it was her main rule that Brenda should not find out. But she did manage to meet Leo Montez and Tom Walton over at the hotel once, and she'd had a jolly time with those two - both of whom were favorites of hers. But she still wanted to push the envelope, and was always looking for ways to discreetly trip up a new VIM while in Maidenhead. This was especially difficult, as someone could tell tales back to Brenda, and Melissa might not even know it was coming! Maidenhead was quite a bit more crowded than Rodzin, and the residents did not have the incentive that her "boys" had.

While in town, she sometimes wondered what it would be like to work at Amanda's, and do it all day long. In front of everyone! That seemed like a wonderful job to her, and she imagined them lining up to get at her.

Then, while passing Amanda's, she saw two VIMs coming out, neither of whom were familiar to her. At least, she had not met them yet. It was hard to tell who they were, even though she knew all the characters, because they were out of their Universes and they looked so much alike. The one, dressed as a businessman, could have been anybody. The other, she suspected, was the Immortal, Andre Korda.

Korda was one of the few who had not been with Constance.

Now, you would think that she would have learned her lesson with Dudley (who had yet to get any more from her). If Constance had refused him, perhaps Melissa should have taken this as a sign that Korda was not acceptable, either. But she only knew that she was jealous of Connie, and Connie had not had Korda.

If there was one thing that Dudley was good for, it was being the one VIM Constance had not balled.

Crossing the street, Melissa walked by the two VIMs, who were discussing their experiences within the Bordello. What she did not hear was the complaint, by the other VIM, Thornton, that Amanda had "spoken" to him about his tastes. Korda had agreed. "It is fortunate that we pay her regularly, and she cannot refuse us her services. But when I want two at a time, I expect to get it."

"And if we want to share a woman, we should be permitted that, as well."

And that is when they saw Melissa, very clearly giving them the eye.

"Are you thinking what I am thinking?" asked Simon Thornton.

"Oh, most definitely."

***

They both went to hit on her. Of course, she responded to them both, but they were a little surprised when she agreed to go with them back to Korda's chambers. He had a place behind his club, "The Sanctuary". Melissa was more than willing.

What was even more of a surprise was her reaction to the little "play" room he had there. He had used it only once, after luring one of Amanda's girls back with the promise of some money "off the books". He had had a jolly time, but the bitch had told her friends, and no one else was willing to take him up on his offer after that.

Korda wasn't stupid, and he knew a Medallion Lady when he saw her. They had planned to share her, nothing more. But Melissa had found the playroom herself, and had brought up the idea of using some of the stuff in it. "I don't like pain," she said, " but I would like to . . . try out some new things. You boys game?"

"For anything," said Thornton, licking his lips. "But only on the condition that you say, right now, that you consent to it."

"And is, in fact, your idea," Korda interjected.

"Only if it doesn't hurt. You hurt me, all bets are off." Melissa looked up. "Hear that, Rayden?" There was a small discharge of energy along the stone wall, in answer to her words. Naturally, the god was not thrilled with what she planned, but it was her choice. She had established the parameters and he would follow them to the letter.

Both VIMs knew that. But they also knew they could go pretty far without hurting her. In fact, if they kept the bitch coming, they might be able to keep her for a while. Just what they always wanted: a toy.

***

They let her look around, choosing what she wanted them to use. Not surprising, the whips and chains were discarded, and the feathers, ropes, oils and edible underwear were permitted to stay. "Also," she said as an afterthought, "is it all going to be you dominating me, or do I get equal time?"

Both men shivered slightly. They were both controllers, but hell, a little dominatrix fun was not exactly going to be refused. "Honey," said Thornton, "you are just what we have been looking for."

"But today, we're on top," Korda decided.

Melissa smiled sweetly. "Today," she repeated. Then she paused and, pulling her dress over her head, she revealed her fabulous body to them. There wasn't a stitch under it! Then, walking over to a bottle of oil, she began rubbing it, very slowly, all over her body while they both watched, open-mouthed. Thornton made a step in her direction but she raised her finger and went, "Umn uh!" as she waggled it. "You'll have your chance, once you catch me."

They exchanged glances, then both wet their lips. She thought they looked like bookends. She also took extra time oiling down her breasts, because they squirmed every time she did so, and she noted movement in their trousers.

Finally she put the bottle of oil down. With a last stroke between her legs, she turned and, blowing them each a kiss, she started to run.

The Sanctuary was locked up tight, fortunately, so she used that, plus his living quarters, to hide. The club was large and mostly dance floor, so despite there being two pursuers, she was able to squirm out of their grips even when they had her cornered. She was having a great time, and they were both frustrated, when Korda got an idea. Climbing up to the rafters, he dropped a net down on to her! This slowed her down enough for Thornton to get a shackle on one slim ankle, and she was caught.

Melissa writhed in the net, fighting it off. When the cold steel clamped around her ankle she gave a little cry, but of course, she was not hurt, and part of her was excited by it all. Thornton grinned, then took a deep breath, inhaling her excitement. Pulling the shackled leg toward him, he opened her up. Mel tried to close her legs, but he kept moving the captive one, and he then put his hand there to pry her apart. He wet his lips again. Her hair was naturally blond and downy soft; he stroked it, letting a finger just barely brush her nub.

"Not so fast," said Korda, coming back. Seeing him, Mel tried to get free of the net, but he moved swiftly, catching her wrists and twisting them in the net's cords. The only thing she could move now was her one leg, and even that was limited by Thornton's hand. "I want her in my playroom," Korda explained. "Someone might come in here, even though it is locked. A few people have keys."

Thornton nodded. "All right. But look. It's absolutely delicious." He pulled her apart so Korda could see. Mel wriggled, trapped, and wide open to their eyes.

"We'll have our fill soon enough." Korda went behind the bar and pulled out a pole. "Tie her to this," he said. "We'll take our trophy back and enjoy the spoils of victory."

Thornton grinned. But first he ducked his head and took a long, slow lick of Melissa. She was wide open, so his tongue went deep inside her; she bowed, arching and crying out. "She tastes hot," Thornton grinned. "Don't keep her closed too long."

"You have a point," said Korda. Indeed, he hadn't seen a beaver like that in centuries. Going behind the bar, he found another pole. Thornton giggled like a school kid.

"Wonderful! I think I love you!"

Mel saw it coming and struggled, but she was powerless. One arm and one leg were tied to one pole, the other leg and arm to the other. Then, just to test it, the poles were spread apart. She was spread eagled on the floor, naked and oiled, her sex open to two hungry men. In a moment they would take her back into a room to have her as they pleased, but even Korda's haste to get out of the main club area was dampened by the sight of her lying there. Telling his cohort to move the pole further out, so her legs were as wide as they possibly could go, Korda lifter her sweet bum off the floor so he could get a better taste. Then he thrust his tongue in and out until her body spasmed with ecstasy.

Thornton was hopping on one foot. "Ohhhhh," he groaned. "I've gotta fuck her now!"

"In the back!"

But Thornton's pants were already down. Pushing the other VIM away, he rammed it into her hot, tight core. Melissa called out as he took her; but she did not get a chance to come again so soon. Three, maybe four thrusts, and he was exploding. Then he withdrew and licked her clean, leaving her twitching and writhing.

"This bitch wants it!"

"And she'll get it. Now, in the back."

Kicking off his trousers, Thornton jumped to his feet, took the two ends of the poles nearest him, and lifted. She was carried, like some caught animal, back to the "playroom."

***

They were chuckling gleefully. The poles were set up high, so she dangled down. Her legs were together this way, but they learned that if they turned her over, her breasts hung down most deliciously, and they could have a good time playing with her bottom. She tended to squirm a lot, especially when they inserted fingers, tongues and feathers into her ass cheeks, and they could play all day with her clit. Sliding the tongue between her folds made her wriggle so, she almost knocked herself off the stand they had the poles secured to, and then she would get frightened and move in a way that usually left her open for a split second; just enough to get more of a tongue, finger or feather inside. The problem was that her arms began to ache that way, and they had to move her.

Her legs were freed first. The shackle was still on one, and Thornton attached it to something on the floor. Then he secured the other, and she was raised up. Both arms were then tied together, the poles were finally discarded, and she was tied to a beam up above.

Thornton found some cherry flavor oil and painted it on her, while Korda stroked her hind end. He hadn't come yet. Firm and swollen, he pressed up against her, then wriggled until he was well inside her crack. "No," she said, "not that! It'll hurt."

"Not if my friend keeps you busy elsewhere. Simon, care to put that to good use?"

Thornton showed her the dripping brush. She squirmed, but the way she was tied there wasn't much she could do to stop him painting her folds, clitoris, and even further back. Korda, meanwhile, was lubricating her back opening.

Her heart beat heavily in her chest. She was sure it was going to hurt! But Thornton was beginning, very slowly, to lick off the cherry oil. Her breasts were taut and fine, and he spent a long time sucking each nipple. Then he moved down her body, across her flat stomach to the now pink triangle of hair between her legs. By the time he started teasing her folds, Korda was slipping inside her.

She bucked, fighting them, but Korda's hands were now on her breasts, or lower, and Thornton was having a meal. She hit the top hard, and he pushed his face in to her, nipping and biting her so the pain mixed with the pleasure and the orgasm seemed never ending. Korda was still grinding in to her, enjoying it, and Thornton grabbed his throbbing member and, teasing her opening for a second with it, then pushed it up to the hilt.

She was completely filled, totally trapped, and loving every minute of it. Korda was the first to go, then Thornton, with Melissa just seconds behind. When Thornton withdrew, her muscles were still contracting. He lay on the floor, looking up at her and toying with her sex. Then he slowly moved his tongue around his lips, and she moaned and moved against her bonds. Slowly he leaned up and began sucking her clit, until she could no longer feel it. Pulling away, he waited a moment before moving back into position, and then, slowly and deliberately, he licked her like a dog lapping up water until she came again.

Korda came around and unhooked her. Melissa moaned a few times, but all the fight had gone out of her. He threw her on a nearby bed, straddled her, and began screwing her. Thornton waited his turn. Melissa came almost instantly, though she wasn't quite there when Korda grabbed her ass cheeks, cried out wordlessly, and filled her with his seed. Thornton took his place. She wriggled against him and he began swirling his hips; it took a matter of moments for him to finish what Korda had started. But then he wasn't done, and again, when he was, she was not quite there. They took turns that way, one after another, until they could no longer get it up. She was sore, but it didn't seem to matter. And when Thornton licked her clean once more, she just opened up and accepted it, even though her loins were on fire. It didn't matter, because, by now, even the pain felt good.

She slept soundly and deeply. The two VIMs looked across at each other and Thornton, fondling her even now, said, "Can't we keep her?"

"She'll come back. And if we let her abuse us once in a while, she'll keep coming back. The little bitch likes it too much. Who knows, we might teach her to like everything in that room."

Thornton grinned. "Now that I'd like to see."