Madeleine remained at Robbie McKellar’s side, which seemed like the only safe place aboard a boat where the main activity seemed to be mindless fucking—although she’d done none of that. It was, after all, their first date. Robbie himself was more attentive, having realized that his earlier absence had left her uncomfortable and even a little miffed. Several times he apologized for getting sidetracked by Sally – who now seemed more of an annoyance than a friend whose company he welcomed. They remained at opposite sides of the deck, his jaw tensing every time she caught his eye. Madeleine had the feeling that there had been an argument between the two before Robbie came to rescue her from the very unsettling Daniel Prothero. Daniel himself joined them some minutes later looking vaguely bored with the party, though he was certainly interested in the food. He stood next to the grill talking to the chef as he ate, then was joined by a couple who’d come down from the top deck of the boat. Madeleine couldn’t keep her eyes off of the man, despite how she loathed him. He was conceited, presumptuous and downright arrogant in his assessment of her sexual needs—as if he had a right to comment on that at all. They had been perfect strangers until she’d stumbled in the stateroom looking for the bathroom.

       After a brief conversation, Daniel excused himself and went back inside. Before he left, he nodded at Robbie, ignoring Madeleine completely. Although she was much relieved when he was gone.

       Buoyed by a full stomach, and with the effects of the liquor fading, Madeleine’s emotions finally settled from their previous uproar and she could enjoy the moonlit cruise. Though the rest of Robbie’s guests were still drinking heavily and the sexual antics were starting up again, they seemed more private now, with couples taking off for staterooms and salons and quiet corners of the yacht where their erotic play could continue in a less obvious way.

       Although Madeleine feared that Robbie’s drinking would soon make him as amorous as his friends, he remained surprisingly restrained. Maybe Daniel Prothero was right; they’d wait to fuck on the fourth or fifth date—if there were a fourth or fifth date. If they fucked at all. In her mind, there was nothing fixed about a relationship with Robbie McKellar, and nothing to suggest that it continue. This was just a night aboard the family yacht. A date; that was all. She held a valuable position with the McKellar Endowment and she could not afford to jeopardize her job with a lapse in good behavior. The night had proven to be quite an experience; the blatant sex and the strange introduction to Daniel Prothero just making it one she’d not soon forget. She hoped that the rest of the evening would slip by uneventfully, and yet she had a long while to go. At nearly twelve o’clock the yacht had not yet turned back.

       When Robbie offered her a ‘light nightcap’ – his words – Madeleine readily accepted. By then, they were seated in the largest of the salons, with several other guests and some of the crew who were taking a moment to relax. Robbie was soon engaged in a conversation with the first mate about recent developments in yacht technology that had Robbie thoroughly interested and Madeleine totally bored. After about a half hour, she rose to stretch her legs and find the bathroom, and since she’d just seen Daniel going up the stairs to the top deck, she assumed the bathroom in the small salon would be empty. She took off with a brief explanation to Robbie that he pretty much ignored, and worked her way through the center of the boat to the small salon. Not a soul was there. If things were as quiet on board when she finished in the bathroom as they had been, she planned to take a walk on deck and watch the moon set over the water.

       She washed up, ran a comb through her hair and freshened her lipstick, exiting the bathroom and making her way to the salon door that opened onto the deck. Before she even reached the door, however, she sensed a presence in the room and was abruptly halted by a now familiar voice.

       “I see you found the john this time,” his voice raced right up her back then sent a shower of chills down to her crotch.

       She turned to see Daniel standing by the bar in the far corner of the room pouring another drink.

       “I didn’t know you’d come in,” she blurted out in surprise.

       “Just did. Can I get you something?”

       “No, thank you. I was just going outside.”

       “Nice night, plenty of stars and I think the moon is almost full.”           

       There was none of the mocking tone in his voice she’d earlier heard, but there was a mood about him, a certain bravado that made her quake deep. She found herself unwilling to leave, even though she had little desire to attempt another conversation with the man. In their brief acquaintance he’d proven to have an odd and unwanted effect on her that she had little desire to encourage. But still—she could not make herself leave.

       There was laughter coming from the same aft deck where the sexy couples had earlier screwed right in the open. It rose up, a strangely beautiful female noise, then subsided, leaving the salon strangely quiet. It was dark inside, the room lit solely by the deck lights from outside. Feeling awkward and restless, Madeleine finally moved toward the windows and looked out on the deck, standing in much the same place she’d earlier stood when Daniel Prothero had moved in behind her. She contemplatively gazed toward the water trying to conquer her uneasiness. She hoped that she could be settled in the man’s presence for he’d be less likely to upend her again with his rude remarks. Why she didn’t leave was a mystery. In her mind, she’d reasoned that a little innocuous banter might set things right between them, and for some reason she thought this was necessary. Maybe the fact that he was such a good friend of the McKellars made this imperative. Her position with the McKellar Endowment mattered greatly to her and it wasn’t her style to make enemies of her employer’s friends.

       But despite her efforts at self-control, Madeleine couldn’t stop the quaking feeling in her gut, or her growing anxiety. However, the opportunity for a quick getaway was gone now. Daniel Prothero was there again behind her, this time making no pretense of keeping a safe distance. A matchless need had begun to spark between her quivering thighs and he sensed this intuitively, just as he seemed to know a lot of things about her.

       His groin was close to her rear end, then closer still, snuggling in against the soft flesh of her ass. She jerked, her nerves at a dangerous edge.

       “If I don’t say a word, you won’t have to say a thing, Madeleine. No need to worry about virtue or propriety. I won’t tell a soul.” His lips were very close to her ear. His hands like a conquering warriors’ staking their claim, one landing directly on her ass, the other coming around to her side in a near embrace.

       She gasped, having a clear picture of what he planned to do. She could have pulled away. She could have screamed. She could have turned and slapped his face, like she was unable to do before. But for reasons of which she had no comprehension, she wanted him right where he was, with his body tucked against hers and his cock beating hard against her bottom. She groaned unconsciously under her breath as her hips moved against his groin.

       With deft command, he reached further around and undid the button on her shorts, stepping back enough to allow them to fall to the floor. For a while he gently fingered the waistband of her pale yellow panties with his thumb slipping under the elastic and his hand finally sliding down her quivering skin. As he tugged away the delicate slip of cloth, she could feel little spasms set off inside her body, ones he surely felt. As soon as her panties dropped to the floor and her ass was completely bare, his moves became bolder and more forceful. A rough massage began, then his fingers slipped deep between her crack where he continued the vigorous play. Finally, he began slapping her right ass cheek with firm sharp smacks. Shocking as the spanking was, she leaned forward against the window frame and spread her legs wide so he could reach deeper to where her pussy was pulsating with arousal. She could barely hold back the groans of pleasure. Shame made her blush a red as bright as her spanked behind, although no one would know that. The indignity of her position, the disgraceful behavior were forgotten—this a stolen moment, a verboten act of lust for which she would surely pay a heavy price. Still, she did nothing to stop Daniel Prothero’s bold moves.

       What if Robbie walked in on them? What could she possibly say that would explain her letting a total stranger use her? Her mind was as much adrift with worry as it was with desire, but there was no stopping what her body so feverishly craved.

       “This is what you want, isn’t it, Madeleine?” Daniel broke his vow of silence to point out that fact, though the stated truth only made her crave it more.

       “Yes, sir,” she whispered back and his hand came down with an even harder smack against her stinging ass cheek. Then he stepped back to deliver the punishment against both ass cheeks, producing a fiery heat on her wanting flesh that seemed to have no end. When his free hand reached around to finger her slit, to engage her throbbing clit with a painful squeeze, her insides began to spasm fiercely. Her body bucked hard, she seethed with uncontrolled pleasure and her mouth opening for a muted cry of anguished joy. Every smack of Daniel’s hand took her deeper into the savage wildness of a sexual need she never knew existed. His command of her was absolute. His uncanny knowledge of her defied all reason.

       Two, three, then four fingers jammed their way inside her spasming love hole; his thumb pressed against her tight anus where she was yet a virgin.

       “Oh, dear god!” her head fell back as she quietly gasped.

       He fucked her hard with his hand, bringing on spasm after spasm from one conclusion to the next. His hand finally slipped out only to be replaced moments later by his tumescent organ driving deep where his fingers could not go. The large prick filled the tight valley and once nestled in, he began to fuck her with the full force of his body banging against her ass. He grabbed her tits from underneath her t-shirt and rode her hard, while she responded to the fierce assault, coming even harder than before and milking his erection with a furious passion. When at last he exploded, she was crying, her mind terrorized by her outrageous act, but her body satiated in a way she’d never known with any lover.

       Their bodies remained fused for several minutes while they recovered, then at last Daniel Prothero withdrew, his sated body falling into a nearby chair. Too stunned to move, but too weak to stay on her feet, Madeleine’s legs gave out and she slumped to the floor.

       With a blanket of silence descending around them, the only thought in her muddled brain was: “Dear God, what have I done!”

       “Don’t worry, I locked the doors,” were Daniel’s first words.

       It took a long while for the message to register, and once it did, she revived enough to look at him.

       “You locked them…because? Because you knew I was in the bathroom? Why?”

       “I thought it would be a good idea to protect you from the embarrassment of being discovered.”

       “You planned to fuck me?” The truth dawned like a vicious rumor.

       “I didn’t plan a thing, but I also don’t take chances.”

       She fidgeted nervously for several moments more, then awkwardly made it to her feet, only to realize that she was still naked from the waist down. She snatched her shorts and panties from the floor and fled to the bathroom. Several minutes later, she emerged, restored to some semblance of order.

       “I’m sorry. This should never have happened,” she stated in a hurried whisper, then she moved quickly to the door.

       “What? So you’re going to pretend it didn’t?” the passive Daniel asked.

       She turned back. “Yes. Exactly.”

       “Suit yourself.” He barely smiled.

The night was huge; the stars looking as if they were about to land on earth and come to life… or fall into the waters of the Long Island Sound. She was aware that the yacht had finally turned back toward the marina, although it was still some distance away. She couldn’t escape the night fast enough, but her only choices were to jump into the water and swim to shore or stay on board until she was safely back on land.

       She chose to stay, though she remained a long while on deck, collecting herself, sorting through the strange events of the night and Daniel Prothero’s amazing assault. Never had she felt more sexual or alive, but never so ashamed of herself, and there was no way of putting these incongruent feelings into something that she understood.

       She finally made her way back to the main salon where Robbie was nearly passed out on one of the couches. A few minutes later, they were back on shore, a revived Robbie whisking her silently back home.

Nearing the end of their first year together, Robbie and Madeleine took off for a weekend trip to Zack’s family estate in Upstate New York. When they arrived at the compound, Madeleine almost dropped her jaw. In addition to the ostentatious mansion there were a half dozen guest cottages sprinkled over a hundred and forty acres, plus an elaborate pool house and Olympic size swimming pool, a hunting lodge and a well-stocked fishing lake. She’d been in two of the McKellar’s grand homes, and a few others like them, owned by the parents of Robbie’s friends. But none were like the Timothy Estate. Not only did the sprawling mansion remind her of a 19^th century English Manor House, the immediate impact of its vastness was augmented by the alarming and very unique ornamentation that greeted arriving guests.

            Standing to either side of the impressive oak front door were two human statues, the redheaded Carly and the voluptuous blonde Rachel. Both were dressed in nothing but wide brocade collars and thick matching wrists cuffs. Their nipples had been recently pierced, and between each pair of heavy tits there dangled a silver chain which was attached at the ends to the nipple rings that thread through their flesh. Joining their legs at the ankles were wooden hobbles that would have made it nearly impossible for them to walk; that apparently was their purpose. They stood facing either other before the door. A formal welcoming committee? Or just mere ornamentation?

            “Oh my!” Madeleine found herself grasping Robbie’s arm tighter than ever, lest he get any ideas about having her join the two. “Did you know about this?” she whispered in his ear.

            “I had no idea, but I’m hardly surprised,” he laughed. Like most of the antics of his imaginative friends, he found this just another cause for his amusement.

            “Just don’t go getting any ideas.”

            He squeezed her hand. “Any ideas I have for you I share with you in the bedroom.” Then he affectionately kissed her cheek.

            She hoped that was true, but by first impressions she had the feeling that this weekend would touch on things she’d not seen before, on feelings she’d not yet felt. It was hardly a surprise to see Rachel posed before the door. But Carly? This was unexpected. She was a party girl, but as far as Madeleine could tell, the woman easily dismissed efforts to cast her in a submissive role; her relationship with Jason was far different from Zack’s relationship with often naughty blonde.

During the entire weekend, the two submissive females served the house-party of eight as sex slaves. Joining the regular six were Mary and Elliot, a couple with whom Madeleine and Robbie occasionally dined. Madeleine was glad to note that Mary was as surprised by the ornamental sex slaves as she was. Anymore, it seemed as if she was the only one who was shocked by their friends’ behavior. When she saw the couple having a heated discussion about the manner in which they were greeted, Madeleine almost thought they would leave without even entering the house. A very reasoned Elliot managed to assuage his wife’s fears and they joined the party.

            Once the shock of the arrival had passed, the house-party commenced with the usual card-playing, charades, skeet-shooting and boating that the young people were accustomed to. They ate and drank as usual. The only major difference were the pretty servants who served Zack’s guests wearing a variety of unique costumes, from sexy gowns to their almost totally nudity. They acted in tandem like a well-trained duo who’d suffered through this before. Despite some bruising insults, and good deal of impulsive punishment from Zack and Jason, they managed to keep their poise during the entire weekend.

            On Saturday night just after dinner, Zack strode into billiard room carrying a nasty whip in his hand. After cracking it against the polished parquet floor to rouse everyone’s attention, he called Rachel from the corner. The man only had to sneer to put a look of fear in his girlfriend’s eyes.

            “Robbie, will you string her up?” he called to his friend while keeping his eyes trained on his girlfriend.

            Madeleine shivered as she watched her lover stride forward purposefully and attend to Zack’s wishes. The room was already set with a pair of chains dangling from the ceiling as they simply dropped from small trap doors that had been cleverly disguised in the ceiling mural. When they were no longer needed, they would pop back in place, unseen without close examination. How convenient!

            Seeing Robbie work with such willful intent had a curiously erotic effect on the waiting crowd of seven, and especially on Madeleine. Her stomach must have somersaulted a dozen times as he led the victim to the center of the room and attached her wrists cuffs to the dangling chains. Her regular cuffs had been exchanged for a pair that were especially suited for the scene. Not only were they secured to the chains with embedded ringbolts, there were extensions of the leather that allowed her to grab them with her hands. Once Robbie had Rachel in place he stood back as Zack moved forward; however, much to Madeleine’s surprise, the scene did not unfold as she expected.

            “Time for a little penance, slave,” Zack tersely bit off his words, while sneering at his waiting girlfriend. Her face recorded no emotion, but her eyes were darting back and forth from one man to the next, as if she too were uncertain exactly what would take place. Instead of proceeding to whip Rachel in his usual ruthless way, he turned to Robbie, announcing to Madeleine’s amazement:

            “She’s yours to use and abuse. Knowing my Rachel, if you hold back you’ll be doing the bitch a disservice.” He scowled again, then went back to where he stood before.

            A shaken Madeleine watched as her lover strode to Zack’s side and retrieved the whip. Several times, he cracked the leather against the steamy air, leaving the room bristling with expectation.

            Mary gasped and pressed her face into Elliot’s shoulder; Madeleine clamped her hand over her mouth; and the naked Carly stood at attention, unmoving, looking very much as if she was trying to disappear into the ethers so no one would notice she was there. Would she be next? was one of many questions left unanswered for the moment.

            The once stoic Rachel bristled too, her body tightening, her head bowed, tears glistening in her eyes—perhaps the first Madeleine had ever seen from the woman. As awesome as the picture of submission was, however, it was not where Madeleine’s eyes were trained. Her gaze would remain firmly fixed on Robbie throughout the entire scene.

            He seemed to swagger differently, with a forthrightness about him that was difficult to describe and difficult to watch. She could sense a fury behind his moves, behind his determined stride as he circled his victim, in the way his eyes were set and how his jaw had tightened. She thought of him redressing an old wound, though if this were true, she had no knowledge of what that might be. Still, the longer he paced about the woman, the more his ire seemed to swell, and the more his actions confirmed what she believed. Everything about him felt dark and threatening. This was not the Robbie she knew and loved.

            Even Rachel’s mood was different on this occasion, and nothing like what she was when anticipating a punishment from Zack. The quivering blonde could hardly take her eyes from his impatient stalking; her being seemed to reflect his peculiar mood. When, after a thorough stalking of his victim, Robbie began to lash the whip against her body, she let out an unearthly howl—not Rachel’s normally controlled behavior in these circumstances. Did he strike harder than Zack? Was there some special power behind the cutting blows? Or was there something more, something particular between the pair that sparked such a dreadful show? Madeleine couldn’t imagine Robbie being more frightening than Zack in his delivery of the punishment, but he was. The punishment play continued for nearly thirty minutes of torturous theatre. Hardly a soul moved, not a word was said, all eyes in the room focused on the scene—most on the petrified girl who danced madly with every blow that laid a streak of red on her milky flesh. Through it all, Madeleine’s gaze did not waver from Robbie. She tried to square her knowledge of him with what she saw before her, but none of this made sense. At one point she became so disturbed by the strange synchronicity between the pair that she almost panicked and ran from the room. She ended her flight before it started when she noticed that she’d have to walk past Zack in order to leave the room. She had no plans to tangle with that man and make a scene of her own, and so she stayed to the very end.

            The peculiar end was as odd as the scene itself. For a few seconds, Robbie moved to Rachel’s side and spoke in her ear a message Madeleine could not hear. Whatever he said made the bound woman flinch, and when he laid his palm against her left ass cheek and squeezed, she seized up, grimacing, tears trickling from her eyes. Then she finally bowed her head as Robbie moved away.