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suckled upon simultaneously. The mouths on her nipples bit and licked and drew strongly. Her fires, banked slightly by her doze, began to reassert themselves. Her body shuddered with her desperate need to be satisfied.
    Then a hand pushed between her thighs to burrow between her labia. Fingers thrust hard and deep into her vagina. They kept thrusting back and forth, back and forth, until Annie was dizzy and almost nauseous with her need. Again she whimpered behind the gag. The fingers withdrew briefly, only to return thicker as they reinserted themselves into her fevered body, driving deep, forcing her to a climax.
    A strange voice whispered hotly in her ear, “You’ll take well to his cock, my girl. Your cunt is big, but nicely tight.”
    “Aye,” the second unfamiliar voice agreed. “She’s going to please him well if she will just learn to obey her master. Do you understand, girl? He’ll not fuck you until you are obedient to him. And he has a fine big cock, a full foot in length it is, to please a lass such as yourself. We’ve left your virginity intact for him. Don’t keep him waiting long.”
    “If you do,” the first voice said, “he’ll give you to his soldiers, and they’ll be rough on a pretty creature like yourself.”
    She felt the gag being removed from her mouth, but before she might say a word the two men were quickly gone from her prison. Annie drew several deep breaths to clear her head. Where was the Beast? Had he allowed these two men to come into her little prison and assault her? Had that been part of his discipline? She had to ask him, but he didn’t return. And then she heard the chime pinging, signaling she had only two minutes left in the Channel. Where was the Beast?
    “My lord!” she called out. “My lord!” And Annie felt the manacles containing her wrists dissolving, and she awoke amid a tangle of her silk nightgown and the down coverlet. No! she thought desperately, but the little digital clock on the bedside table said four oh one. The Channel was closed to her. She grabbed for the remote and pressed the A button again, but the flat screen was quickly obscured by its mobile wall. She pressed the open/close button, but the wall remained tightly shut, and an automated voice said, “The Channel is now closed. It will reopen tonight at eight p.m.”
    “Damn!” Annie said irritably. She caught herself. It had been a dream. And then her gaze touched on her wrists. A faint but distinct imprint of the manacles was there. “Omigod,” she whispered softly as she saw it, and then she felt a faint soreness in her vagina. It had been real! But how could it have been? Did it really matter? It had been real! And it had been exciting, and she wanted to go back to her fantasy. It was going to be a very long sixteen hours. She could hardly wait. Would the Beast fuck her? Was his penis really twelve inches long? Nat’s eight had been the biggest—the only—penis she had ever known. Nat had been almost as tall as the Beast, and as big a man.
    She was suddenly overcome with a strong sense of weariness. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep.
    It was eight a.m. on a rainy August morning when Devyn awakened her by gently shaking her shoulder until Annie’s protesting eyes opened. “Good morning,” she said to him with a rueful smile. “It’s morning, right?”
    He grinned boyishly. “Yep, rainy, but morning. I’ve brought you a glass of pomegranate juice. When you’re ready, I’ll show you to the dining room. The other invited guests arrived last night while you were at dinner with Ms. Buckley. And you got to meet Mr. Nicholas. He’s pretty much a recluse, you know. He’s so busy that very few people get to meet him. I think he’s one cool dude.”
    “I agree,” Nora said, letting Devyn plump up her pillows so she could sit up. She sipped at the juice he had brought. “This is really good.”
    “Bath or shower?” he asked her.
    “What’s my schedule today?” she asked