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“Enchanted. My name is Andrei, please ask for me if you require anything at all. And this morsel must be your slave. She will be Number Nine”. He handed Dana a canvas holdall tagged with her number. “Because you may need your clothes again” he explained, with a vulpine grin. “I’m not ashamed of my body” Dana had insisted when explaining to Katya this part of the club’s activities. “Let the men look - and the women”. And so, she stood on the path and commenced to slip off her blouse. “Is her cunt already ringed?” Andrei asked casually, inspecting the fastening of a tin dog-tag stamped with the numeral IX. Katya’s eyes darted to Dana, who nodded imperceptibly. “Ah, yes” she replied quickly, just as Dana wriggled her skirt over slim hips to reveal two gold hoops on her left labium. Keeping only her shoes, stockings and leather corset-belt she dropped her clothes into the bag and stood passive and still while Andrei clipped the number to her cunt. Giving no sign of having seen their shared moment of panic he stepped aside and swept his arm towards the open door. “Please, come and join the others” he invited and they went ahead of him, hand in hand. Katya squeezed Dana’s fingers and she returned the gesture, moving imperceptibly closer. Inside, the dacha was lit by flickering candles and a thick cloud of smoke and incense hung from the ceiling. Around thirty men and women, mainly older, were dressed for the evening and they sat in pairs and threesomes with their naked victims, sipping at glasses of wine and smoking. Dana brushed against Katya’s hip and silently indicated a low stool in a quiet corner with her eyes. Katya drew her over to it and they settled down to observe the scene. There was a palpable tension in the room; the clothed guests were all watching with a malevolent hunger as the nudes trembled and panted, some toying with their hair or lips, one gnawing at her knuckles with sharp, white teeth and another stretching her indian limbs languidly. A few rolled their hips and pressed their thighs together, sighing quietly. “Look only at me” Dana whispered and, after a moment, Katya turned her head slowly. They had not set out their roles, but it seemed natural to follow Dana’s lead. “They are writhing in anticipation” she breathed, tousling her bobbed hair. “I can see some men starting to touch themselves. Everyone is ready to”. Katya stared into her eyes as she spoke, and she brushed a stray lock from her forehead. Then all faces turned to the door as a tall, willowy nude paced into the room, her heels tapping on the wooden floor and a dark-suited, white-haired man on either arm. A metal disk marked X swung from her steel nipple-ring with every step. Andrei followed close behind them. “We are quorate” he announced with a crooked smile as the trio moved over to a faded imperial settee where the girl sat with her slim thighs spread open across her two masters’ knees. There were muffled groans from various parts of the room, heavy breathing and a general shuffling and scraping of furniture. Dana’s eyes flickered from side to side, and she put a hand to her own cheek, brushing the fingers down her throat and over a lightly muscled shoulder. “They are beginning to masturbate openly now” she murmured, tracing an index finger along her inner thigh to her knee and back again. From the corners of her eyes Katya glimpsed exposed cocks and a sharp odour of stale sweat and urine assailed her nostrils, together with the earthier scent of women’s passion. Across the room from them she noticed a young slave rubbing her cunt to and fro over the toe of a much older man’s boot, her face turned up to the ceiling as her shoulders and hips writhed in a paroxysm of lust. “Dominant-submissive behaviours seem to be normative” Dana added under her breath. All around them semi-clad slave women grovelled for their masters and mistresses, moaning and gasping. Slowly Katya slumped forward in her seat and re-crossed her legs to present her foot to Dana’s face. The younger woman leant forward to cradle the patent leather in reverent hands and sucked gently and sensuously at the stiletto heel. Aunt Sheen had to raise her head gradually as my cock rose to its full 8-inch length. Sammy went on to tell us about how Sumatra beans are grown as we filled our plates with the fish, the quesadillas and a bite of the avocado-mustard dip. 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