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  A quick but powerful orgasm raced through her, making her cunt contract around his fingers. Sadie squeezed her eyes tightly closed, panting around the thick shaft she still sucked.

  “Is that what you need, baby?” Holt’s voice was pitched low and seductive, not meant to carry much over the steady cracking of the fire. “You need to be fucked?”

  “Mmm,” Sadie moaned, thrusting her ass back to him, begging mutely to be taken. She felt Holt spread her legs even wider and the wide head of his cock swiped over her swollen clit, forcing jolts of sensation into her belly and legs before it slowly breached her entrance.

  If Sadie could have, she would have begged him to take her hard and fast, to fuck her senseless right there on the ridiculously expensive rug, but she couldn’t say a thing, and Holt seemed to be determined to take his time penetrating her fully. Inch by thick inch she felt him slide into her tight, slippery channel, stretching her, filling her with himself.

  The mushroom shaped head bottomed out inside her, kissing her cervix with its leaking tip, and she knew that Holt was fully seated inside her, that his cock was as deeply into her cunt as it could go. She had never made love in this position before, Gerald had said it was unnatural. She was surprised at how pleasurable it was. She was kneeling on the rug, her legs spread and her tender breasts brushing the coarse carpet through her gauzy dress, sucking Blakely’s cock with her pussy being filled and fucked by Holt’s, and she had never felt so good, so hot and wet and open in her life.

  Holt drew back and surged inward, fucking almost roughly into her tight pussy as Blakely pressed between her lips, brushing the back of her throat with his own thick shaft. There was a sudden jolt of almost painful pleasure like an electrical surge in the current flowing around them. Like a thunderstorm when lightning strikes, Sadie thought, hazily, wondering if she could bear the intense sensation. Then they did it again and all rational thought was driven from her mind.

  Goddess, oh, Goddess, she thought raggedly as she felt Holt’s thumbs dig into her hips to hold her steady for his furious thrusts. In the back of her mind she could sense his pleasure glowing like a white-hot river of molten gold at the feel of her tight cunt sucking around his invading shaft. She became aware that Blakely had reached down and freed her breasts from the confines of her silky dress and he was rhythmically twisting her aching nipples in time to the thrusts of his cock into her mouth. He was a solid weight in her mind, rock-hard and hot, dark, and intense.

  Holt pounded her endlessly while Blakely invaded her mouth more gently, but no less thoroughly, and Sadie felt a warm tide of ecstasy crawling up the base of her spine and electrifying her whole body. She became aware that she was going to come again. A deeper more powerful orgasm than her first was building inside her, threatening to overwhelm her with its force. She was going to come and take both her lovers with her.

  As though hearing her disjointed thoughts, Holt reached in front of her and rubbed her throbbing clit hard with two fingers. “Come on, Sadie, come for us,” he whispered, his voice filled with intensity. Blakely, past words, simply growled low in his throat and twisted her nipples harder.

  She tipped over the edge and exploded. The slippery walls of her cunt trembled around the thick shaft of Holt’s cock. Instinctively, she sucked even harder on Blakely’s shaft and was rewarded by a thick blast of salty fluid at the back of her throat. Holt was coming, too, ramming his cock as deeply into her clenching pussy as he could and holding steady, filling her up with his cum. Sadie had never felt so wild and wanton, so purely sexual before than at that moment, having her mouth and cunt stretched and fucked and filled with the thick cocks and hot cum of her lovers.

  At that moment, when all three of them were locked in an orgasm so fierce Sadie almost forgot to breathe, she had a strange sensation in the back of her mind, even stronger than the ones her body was currently experiencing. It was a feeling of almost connection—that was the best way she could put it. As though she had come within a micron of the most intense union possible in this or any other universe and had fallen short. Oh, please…please, just a little bit more, Sadie found herself thinking. She felt the bond between her and Blakely and Holt grow and stretch, reaching for that moment of ultimate connection, but falling inevitably, unspeakably short. Is this how they feel every time they share a woman they can’t bond with? she wondered hazily. Goddess, how do they stand it?

  Then the sensation ebbed away, along with the current of golden heat that had blanketed all three bodies as they coupled. Sadie felt first Holt and then Blakely withdraw from her body and she felt empty in a way she couldn’t describe. She hurt. She let herself collapse into a softly panting ball on the bearskin rug, still tasting the strong, musky flavor of Blakely’s cum on her tongue and feeling the warm trickle of Holt’s running down the inside of one thigh.

  Inside her mind the newly strengthened bond twisted like a thick rope, so tangible she could almost touch it. Goddess, what had she done?

  17

  “Well, that was quite a performance, I must say.”

  Sadie blinked wearily as the unfamiliar voice intruded into her consciousness. Who? she thought, her brain feeling muddled and unclear. Her body felt heavy, almost drugged with lethargy after the intense orgasm. Then she remembered—not only had she just performed an act that would make a whore blush—she had done it for an audience. She bit back a groan. I had to—had to keep Van Heusen from suspecting the truth. Besides, he has a needler pointed at us, she reminded herself, but it didn’t help much. The disapproving little voice in her head that she had managed to shut off during their “demonstration” was back full force, making her cringe with shame.

  “Satisfied?” Holt was staring at Van Heusen and his voice had a low, grating quality that spoke of intense rage.

  “Not as much as you, I imagine.” Van Heusen’s voice was light and amused. “I must apologize for ever doubting your product, gentlemen. Clearly it is able to withstand rough treatment from time to time.” Sadie saw Holt wince out of the corner of her eye at this, but Blakely’s face remained stony.

  “We did what you wanted, now show us the tanks,” Blakely growled, zipping his pants with a quick, jerky motion.

  “In good time, gentlemen. All in good time.” Van Heusen eased out of the chair, unfolding his lanky form in stages carefully. “I’m not as young as I once was.” He gestured to himself. “I have often thought of trading in this aging shell for a tank-grown body, but until I saw your lovely little prototype, I was reluctant. Now I am eager to be certain your conditioning formulas will work. Come.” He gestured and then, appearing to notice he was still pointing the snub-nosed needler at them he shrugged apologetically and tucked it back into the satin smoking jacket he wore. “I’m sure there’s no need for this now.” He patted his pocket. The huge diamond he wore on his thumb flashed and glittered in the firelight. “No hard feelings, eh? I just had to be certain a prostie made with your processes could take a certain amount of abuse—if I use your techniques to grow myself a new body I have to be certain it’s perfect in every respect, you see?”

  He looked appealingly at both Blakely and Holt, and Sadie saw the men exchange a glance. There it was again, that nonverbal communication that spoke volumes. Only this time, she found she understood it, could sense it vaguely in the back of her mind like a murmur of half-heard voices. There were no words that she could understand, only vague glimpses of thoughts and emotions. Both men were angry and upset at Van Heusen, but they were obviously trying to control themselves and finish the job. Under the anger there was a current of regret at the broken promise, and sorrow that Sadie was so unhappy with what they had just done…

  Wait a minute, if she could hear Holt and Blakely through the bond, could they hear her, too? Sadie sat up on the rug and wrapped her arms around her legs, squeezing her eyes tightly closed. This must be what it was like for Blakely and Holt all the time. Always being inside each other’s heads and thoughts and emotions. Goddess, how did they manage