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Chapter 1 
((Disclaimer: What you are about to read is a work of fiction come fourth from the creative minds of some talented authors on Joey. W Hills fan group. Their way of saying thank you to her for all her endlessly hard efforts to bring great stories and mouth wateringly loveable characters to life for our enjoyment. Be sure to check out her website at www.storywitch.com. All characters and concepts written here are copyrighted to Joey and her publishing houses.))The world as she knew it closed in around her. Joey W. Hill sat in a dark room where sanity hung by a thread. The smell of the wood burning in the mantle walls across the way, added comfort. Crackles of ember, crickets chirping in the autumn eve, and the hum of her IMac, provided a tranquil soundtrack. But nothing could calm her nerves until she completed her task. A dedicated author, Joey sat before her latest completed work. I’m never going to make it, she thought, her fingers trouncing the keyboard as she approached the strictest of deadlines. Two completed works in one month, both scheduled to be published shortly thereafter. But her current manuscript was due to her editor in an hour, in polished form. Every minute counted. Still, she teetered between a multitude of online group messages and blog updates. Then, she straightened with self-reminder. Never before had she fallen short of her goal, and she didn’t intend to start now. She placed her fingers to the glossy keypad and typed so furiously, she thought her fingers would soon take flight. Completion wasn’t her only intention tonight. She thought of those who anxiously awaited her next release, the readers she’d grown to appreciate. This was their reward. One she hoped they’d enjoy. She looked to the blue numbers on the digital clock, seated atop a desk made of royal mahogany. A half-hour passed. To her amazement, she’d made tremendous progress yet, the clock ticked and her goal became a race against time. With only minutes remaining, she rubbed her eyes, glanced at the blue digits, and composed an urgent e-mail. The masterpiece was on its way. “That was close,” she whispered to the surrounding air. Relieved, she exhaled a sharp breath and stood. She started for the kitchen for a well-deserved cup of tea. In an instant, thunder rumbled and lightning stuck, causing the power to fail, and plunged all around her into darkness. Thankful for the remaining embers still aglow in the fireplace, Joey approached the hearth. She leaned into the comfort of the heat and turned on her heel with the intent to put the day to rest, only to discover she wasn’t alone. The author jumped with a gasp at the man seated to her left on the caramel-colored sofa. She swallowed hard at the sight of him and closed her eyes tight. Fear consumed her. Had she finally lost her mind? Please don’t let him speak, or I’ll have to check myself into the closest mental ward. Much as she hoped he’d remain silent, she wanted to hear his voice. He sat with one foot touching the floor, the other rested on the knee of his extended leg. He smelled of evergreen, a scent she found calming. The cool blue of his eyes against his pale, chiseled face was exactly how she’d imagined. Gods, she should run screaming, let the dogs at him. But she knew exactly who he was, his identity she couldn’t deny. “Hello, Mistress,” he said. His voice seemed to possess a seductive echo. “Who are you?” she asked. “Don’t you recognize your own creation?” he asked. She stared for a moment, when he laughed at her silence. “I am Jacob Green,” he said with a coy smile, “but of course, you knew that,” he added. “This is madness. I don’t know who you are, or how you managed your way inside my property, but I advise you to leave before I call the authorities,” she warned. She started for the phone when she felt a thin strand of leather coil around her flat stomach. A bullwhip, several feet in length, restrained Joey where she stood. One strong tug and she turned to face a second man. The room remained in darkness but she recognized the bronze skin, the rugged appearance, and the musk of pure man. “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that, love,” the newcomer said in a thick Australian accent. “What is going on?” she asked. “I’m sure introductions aren’t needed but for arguments sake, Devlin’s the name. But you can call me Dev,” he said. She swallowed…hard. “What is the meaning of this?” she asked. Dev pulled the author to a seated position in a cushioned chair matching the sofa. Jacob leaned forward. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. The choice is yours. Each of us possesses a unique skill to ensure the hard way if you’d like,” Jacob said. He smiled and revealed a hint of fang. “Don’t let Count Dracula over there frighten you, love. We mean you no harm,” Dev assured. Jacob nodded, “Still, Dev’s an expert with that whip. And my other friend,” Jacob gestured to his right where a third man stood at the fireplace, “he’ll spank your ass ‘til you scream,” he said. Her eyes grew wide as the third man approached. His long copper hair matched his glowing eyes. He knelt to the floor, beside Joey. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Mason. My apologies for the intrusion, mistress. We mean you no harm, but I’m sure you wonder the reason for our presence,” he said with an exotic dialect. “The thought crossed my mind,” she admitted. Jacob and Dev joined Mason in a kneeling position beside Joey. Mason continued, “We’ve wandered in the worlds you’ve created, pleasing thousands in the privacy of their homes as they turn pages, longing for escape. The three of us have come, but the others await your call. Tonight, we are here for you, our creator…our ‘Author Mistress’. This is your reward.” “My reward, my reward, my reward,” Joey murmured over and over restlessly. She stretched on the chocolate-caramel leather couch, straightened, and awoke. She realized she must have fallen asleep after drinking her cup of tea and binging on too many Dove chocolates. Suddenly Joey felt something wet on her cheek that gave rise to goose bumps on various parts of her body and sensuously turned her head to the other side hoping to get a little action there or even lower. Wetness coated the other cheek and a hot panting breath on her neck, along with the scrape of fangs along her vein, increased her agitation. Moaning, Joey turned her head back and forth frantically, trying to avoid the dampness consuming her face and neck. Joey screwed up her nose at an intrusive smell. “That’s not evergreen,” she mumbled while grabbing for a handful of hair but getting fur instead. Startled, she opened her eyes. “Woof!” Joey abruptly sat up on the sofa, blinking rapidly as she looked down into a pair of the most beautiful, soulful brown eyes of one of her beloved dogs. “Oh, Goddess!” Joey exclaimed. Quickly, she looked around the room for any strange men awaiting her pleasure, but there were, alas, no men just dogs. Heaving a sigh of relief she lurched to her feet while glaring at the willful pack before her. “Jake, Dev, Ty, Dan, Vi, and Marg, Chloe, you all know damn well that I don’t like to be awakened like that! Yuck!” she admonished lovingly. Joey gave each dog an affectionate pat on the head. “Now go have a doggie breath mint and I’ll feed you in a moment. And if you’re good, you’ll get a reward.” Reward? “Uh, I mean a treat.” Looking up at the mantle clock, she realized it was late morning already. What was all this reward crap? Must be watching too much Survivor. Joey was amazed that she had managed to turn in the fan reward vignette on time last night. Barely on time. St. Patrick’s Day was looming and she realized she had one more deadline to meet this month. These holiday deadlines were killing her and she decided to have another talk with Lyssa, her publisher. Luckily for her she mused, March only has one holiday unlike April which has Easter, Tax Day, and Administrative Professionals Day as well, although none of them really qualified as holidays. She’d make the March deadlines for her fans and to add a little more to the mortgage fund. She honestly didn’t think she could get that many books out in April, but then again February had been a fruitful month in that regard. And her ever so grateful fans had been very needy of late. “They’re addicted,” she thought cheerfully. Joey smiled while she was thinking about how her new pheromone laced books had been inducing higher sales when the doorbell rang. She looked out the window and noticed the UPS truck. Her day was looking even better now that Mr. Tight Shorts was here. “A reward for me” she murmured. Reward? WTF? The image of a man with long, reddish hair kneeling at her feet looking at her adoringly came from out of nowhere and gave her goose bumps. She shook it off and clambered over the dogs to get the door. Joey wiped the smelly dog drool off both cheeks with her hands, then wiped them down her extremely well-toned thighs, and quickly opened the door in eager anticipation of the new slippers she had ordered. She looked at the UPS man and noticed immediately that it wasn’t Mr. Tight Shorts at all. This man was too tall, too broad, and just plain too much of everything male. She briefly wondered if Sandy had sent her newly obedient UPS man her way, then decided that was doubtful since Sandy seemed rather smugly satisfied lately and probably wouldn’t part with the man for a moment. Joey couldn’t see the man’s face since he had that attractive brown ball cap pulled down low, but she just knew he was ruggedly handsome. He was very tall, with broad shoulders, a perfect chest, a trim waist, a large manroot bulging between very muscular thighs, and she was absolutely positive that he had a fine ass lurking in those tight brown shorts. “Oh Goddess!” Joey thought. If she could get him to turn around just once to check that ass out, she vowed to take the pack to the doggie park five times a week for the next year. Looking at the man’s chest, Joey knew it was absolutely magnificent under that lovely brown, tailored, silk shirt. A tailored, silk UPS shirt? How odd she thought. Joey finally looked down to see what the delivery man had brought her and then it registered. “A Thigh-freakin-Master?” she spat out, disgusted at the thought of ever having to do any exercise at all. “I didn’t order a ThighMaster. I ordered the slippers with the mops on the bottom as seen on TV during Survivor, and that was weeks ago!” Joey knew she was whining a bit, but really! She needed to be able to combine housework with wrangling her Muse and getting 20,000 words a day down on paper. She did not need anything to help tone her thighs. Although she was innately modest, Joey of course knew her body was hot, since everyone was always singing praises about her lush, perfectly styled long hair, succulent full breasts, svelte body and gorgeous features that looked twenty years younger than they actually are…. Looking down again, Joey noticed the man wore brown cashmere ankle socks in black Bruno Magli leather sneakers. She was shocked out of her fit of pique and lusty thoughts. Ewe! Brown ankle socks with black shoes? How horrid. And cashmere? There was something amiss here. Joey’s head snapped up to the man’s face meeting his amber tiger-like gaze. He IS gorgeous, she thought to herself, and very, very, familiar. “Darlin’, I’ll thank you to not use that language, tone, or decibel level with me ever again. If you do, there will be consequences, and you do know what they are,” he drawled. Consequences Joey thought gleefully, meeting the man’s eyes. Those all-knowing eyes looked straight into her soul, leaving her breathless and feeling quite naked. She suddenly felt like a mouse caught under a huge tiger’s paw. She decided (regrettably) that she must be dreaming or hallucinating again. She really had to stop with those chocolate Muse pills she had gotten off those internet ‘How to write brilliantly in 3 days or less’ websites. The man slowly reached out and took Joey’s hand, bringing it to his lips and then placed a very southern-gentlemanly kiss upon the tips of her fingers, all the while rubbing his thumb sensuously on the underside of her wrist and mesmerizing her in the process. She was temporarily taken aback by his actions but recovered her hand quickly, drawing a smirk from him. Joey straightened her five foot, three inch frame up to a towering five foot five inch power height, but didn’t know how long she could stand on her tip toes without being cuffed and suspended from the ceiling. Woolgathering aside, she knew she had intimidated lesser men with her impressive height and regal looks while bringing them to their knees by her unspoken will. Narrowing her eyes, Joey stared up at him hoping to get an edge. He looked down from the top of his impressive 6 foot 5 inch frame, perusing her from the tip of her head to her toes. Having him lock his gaze on hers again left Joey feeling extremely proud of her classically beautiful face and svelte body. She knew he was lusting after her and ironically, it pissed her off even more, because she wanted her mop slippers more than any man right now. Joey gazed at him another moment and then recognition hit her. Joey’s eyes widened, now that she knew exactly who he was. Only one other man could look like THAT, besides her husband of course, but that would be impossible now wouldn’t it? “Oh Goddess! You’re one of Them aren’t you?” she asked. His eyes crinkled and his mouth twitched at one side and he looked as if he might smile. “If you mean by one of Them, Mistress, that I am one of the many who will reward you, then yes I am one of Them. We will reward you soon enough.” Then he said softly, “I am your new thigh Master” and stroked her cheek with a finger while gazing at her tenderly. “You obviously have no need for that contraption. Who would play such a joke on you? Tell me and I’ll take care of it. Perhaps a jealous competitor?” He stared at her another moment and thoughtfully added, “The only way I can be absolutely sure you have the proper toning is by getting a closer look at those lovely thighs Mistress, but only if that is acceptable to you of course.” Joey blinked slowly and realized her mouth was as dry as a desert. “Would you do that for me Mistress?” Tyler inquired. “Yes Mistress, would you do that for us please?” came from a chorus of male voices behind her. Whirling on her heels Joey saw the three men from her dream crowding her in the door frame. Alarmed, she took a step back and ran into a solid mass of chests. Shutting her eyes tight she tried to control her breathing, then she felt her wrists being enclosed by a strong masculine grip. Startled and shaken from whatever cruel hallucination was playing with her mind Joey blinked twice before dropping a shaken glance to the long fingers enclosing both hands. Then her gaze fell to the ground, slowly rising as it rose, taking in the solid male frame not two feet away. Long, well developed legs encased in a pair of jeans that wrapped around his thighs like a second skin, came together at the centre of slim hips, cradling a nice package in the department of his groin. Goddess, she was staring – she knew it, but not for all the chocolate in the land could she draw her eyes away. There were no secrets to what lay beneath the stone-washed fabric that moulded to his manly body like lycra, outlining every round and elongated shape beneath, proof that what lay beneath was no artificial packing. Joey swallowed, not sure if the voice she found was her own. "You're…." She swallowed then tried once more. "You're Tyler." This time there was no question. Her heart thumping so loud in her ears she was sure he must hear it. "My lady, you seem a little shocked. "What are you doing here?" Joey vigorously tried to shake away the cobwebs of what must be sleep. "You should be with her?" Although happily married herself, there always came a tiny pang from the green eyed serpent's bite when Joey thought of the tall beauty with hair the colour of pure snow, that held this man's heart. "As you see, for this moment I am with you." "But you're hers……" He smiled down at her, that wonderful knowing grin that turned every woman's insides, at The Zone, to melted honey when it was aimed at them. "…And you are his. Totally." A chorus from behind sounded, "As we are bonded to the one who holds our hearts," confirmed Jacob, Dev and Lord Mason. Joey searched for reality; her eyes flew over her shoulder, scanning the three magnificent bodies behind. Her world tilted and she almost tumbled to the floor, but a very sturdy, very capable arm wrapped around her trim waist , hauling her off her feet without any effort at all and bringing her up close and personal. "Let's get you to someplace where you will be much more comfortable, hmmm." She frowned. What on earth was going on? Before she could stop him, although her twisted brain was saying – `why would any sane woman want to?', another muscle- tanned limb found the back of her knees and she was lifted and carefully cradled against the solid warmth of his chest. Before she could put any logical thoughts together she was taken deeper inside the dim foyer and the front door was thrust shut by a booted foot. Any hope of crying out was lost as he nodded to the three other men and gracefully, like she weighed no more than a parcel of angel feathers, he took to the winding staircase. Joey's faithful pets were lined up along the hallway in various poses of recline. Not one was put out as she expected they should have been if intruders had invaded her house. Instead they napped or lifted drowsy heads of recollection and admiration for the quartet that passed them by without a second glance. "Do you have a room of choice?" Joey was about to let go an indignant reply when a deep voice intervened, "I thought the `games room' would be suitable for the night's activities." "A perfect choice Lord Mason," Jacob said with a subtle incline of his head. Jacob was a man who had enjoyed many an evening in his Lady's rooms, playing the games of her vampirish choice. "Other than in the outback under the evening stars, couldn't think of better choice my mates," came the devilish reply from the Australian contingent. "How did you know?" Tyler looked down into her wondrous face and gave her a tiger's wink. He carried the beauty in his arms to the far end of the hall, standing off to the side as Lord Mason drew a brass key deep from his pocket and smoothly unlocked the door. Darkness met them, but not for long. Dev stretched an arm around the door frame and flicked a switch. Joey felt the flush of embarrassment rise to her cheeks. The room was windowless and covered floor to ceiling in velvet wall paper, deep crimson velvet with striking designs done in golden embroidery. Dragons and angels locked in both battle and passionate embrace. Delicate fairies playing hide-n-seek around ancient trees and dark forests filled with goblins and little folk. A large beige coloured day bed scattered with half a dozen pillows sat in the centre of the large room, and it was towards this that Tyler strode. On the far wall hung an array of fine leather chains, hooks and a collection of fancy whips. One look at Dev and Joey knew he would be in his element. Instead she buried her face into the strong warmth of Tyler's magnificent chest, thinking, what a wonderful dream it was with him carrying her. Perhaps she should just ride it out until reality came and woke her up! He took her passed the beautifully crafted cabinets with glass door s that lined one long side of the room. Each filled with an assortment of equipment sure to make any woman smile. But it was the unusual leather bound structure in the centre of the room that had everyone mesmerised, for it was like an executive board room table literally covered with leather straps that seem to cris-cross each other. Some of these straps were connected to cables that ran up to the ceiling. Joey glanced upwards and saw a contraption with levers and pulleys that ran the length of the room and noticed there were several other tracks that intersected with the main one, and they all seemed to be designed to “hang” above several other areas in this massive room, including the day bed, and even what appeared to be a hot-tub. “OMGoddess. That looks like..” Joey's thoughts were audible. “Yes, Mistress Joey. We tried to replicate part of the boardroom just for you.” Joey looked around the room to locate this new voice. Standing along the wall behind where Tyler had brought her in were five more dangerously gorgeous men. Matt stood out slightly in front of the other Knights, Lucas, Peter, Ben & Jon. They were all grinning devilishly, as if everyone knew something she didn't. “Seems to us that you have a tendency to give and give and give of yourself to others, and we think you've been neglecting yourself in the process, dear Mistress. We have plans to correct that grievous oversight.” Tyler spoke softly to her while he carried her further into the room towards that table covered with leather straps. “Yes, love. And you're entirely overdressed for the occasion.” Dev crooned as he and Jacob and Lord Mason joined everyone else as Tyler set her down on top of the leather straps at the end of the table. Joey gulped as memories of what Matt and the Knights had done to Savannah in a contrivance similar to this one. Standing in front of her now, several pairs of hands started to reach for her all at once. Two hands started to untie her left tennis shoe, and two more went to her right shoe. Two hands reached gently for the button at the top of her shirt while another pair of hands started for the button at the bottom. When Peter and Lucas had finished with the buttons, they stepped back, leaving the shirt hanging open, exposing just a glimpse of a lovely lace trimmed white bra and a bare midriff. “What's this sweetheart? Where's that lovely corset? We know you have at least one.” Lucas teasingly asked. Ben and Jon had removed her shoes, gently but firmly holding her ankles as they removed her socks with the paw prints on them. Then Matt stepped forward, lifting her chin with the knuckle of his first finger on his right hand. Their eyes met, and without saying a word, his knuckle traced it's way under her chin down the middle of her throat, circled the hollow at the base, then lovingly traced it's way down the middle of her sternum, pausing only briefly when he reached the embroidered rose in the center her bra. He was so tempted to take a side trip to the left or right and expose those succulent full breasts, but not now. Later. Building up the anticipation made it all more the better, for everyone, but it was killing him, as his turgid man-plow was telegraphing to anyone with eyes. But Matt knew no one in the room was looking at him, all eyes were glued to their beautiful Mistress, and Matt's knuckle, waiting breathlessly to see where it went. He wouldn't make them wait long, he knew they were as anxious as he, as his knuckle trailed down her abdomen towards her belly button. Matt stopped here momentarily thinking how wonderfully and appropriate a barbell & captive bead ring would show off her toned, flat stomach. It was then he heard several low growls from behind him, and knew he'd better not dally here much longer. “Guys, come'on. Your turn is coming. I should get to enjoy this as long as possible, right? Don't tell me you wouldn't do the same.” Matt said. A few agreeable grunts were barely heard above the deep breathing that seemed to be filling the air around them. Matt's hands then reached for the elasticized waistband of the gauzy gathered green and blue skirt that circled her hips, and pushed down. Joey suddenly felt both arms being grasped by Jacob and Lord Mason, who then lifted her off the table just long enough for Matt to lower the skirt past her hips. Low whistles and throat clearing could be heard as Jacob & Lord Mason softly set Joey back down on that delectable little derriere of hers. Matt whisked the skirt away from her legs, and they all just stood there, mesmerized. No grannie panties for this lovely lady. Not quite a thong, but sexy french cut silky panties that accentuated her trim hips and showed off those long, smooth sexy legs. Jacob and Lord Mason grabbed hold of her shirt and slowly drew it down her back and off her arms. She sat at the end of the table in just her bra and panties, eyes still glued to Matt's. His eyes had not left hers since this all began. Since he had not diverted his gaze, she knew he would not allow her to divert hers. “Now lovely Mistress, please do us the honor of letting us do whatever our hearts desire to bring you exquisite pleasure.” Matt stepped aside as Tyler moved forward with a lavender colored silk sash. “We hate to be deprived of your gaze as we take you to heaven, but we all know that being deprived of one sense heightens the other senses. Close those beautiful eyes, My Lady.” As she did, Tyler then tied the sash around her head, with the knot being more to the side than in the back and placed a quick kiss on her lips. As the darkness closed in all around her, she felt her arms and legs all being grasped at the same time by more than four pairs of hands. They lifted her off the table and seemed to move down the length of the table to set her back down more in the middle. Hands then gently and lovingly laid her down, two hands on each side cupping her head so they could guide her head down to the pillow that Dev has slipped there. “Don't get too used to that, love. You won't be here that long.” Dev advised. Joey didn't have much time to ponder that thought because she felt her arms and legs being enclosed with all those leather straps. She could hear lots of metal being buckled, as straps were also wrapped around her torso, under her breasts, stomach, around her hips and buckled. Her head was lifted for a moment then placed back down. She felt a strap enclose softly but snugly around her throat, and the straps that came around her head above and below her ears that felt as if they cradled her head as they continued upward. The straps that held her body also felt as if they reached for the ceiling, and she heard more metal clicking. Motors started to whir and she felt her body being lifted off the table, then moved backwards, away from the table area. But to where? She was trying to remember what was placed where when the lateral movement stopped, and she felt herself being lowered. Jacob's voice came from her side. “We've heard through the grapevine that there is one thing in particular that you have yet to experience. This is unacceptable. We are about to rectify that. It will also require you to do something that we know is quite difficult for you to manage, but we also know and believe you can do it. We understand and accept that you are a Type A, OCD individual, but you are going to have to allow us to decide what is best for you. What we need from you right now, is to relax. Completely and totally relax your body. Don't fight the restraints in any way. We will need to move certain parts of your body and not other parts to allow us total access.” While Jacob was speaking softly in her ear, she heard the sound of wooden matches being struck and found the unmistakable sulfur aroma to be somewhat comforting and unnerving at the same time. “Don't be alarmed. We find that candles and the right fragrances help to create the perfect ambiance.” Okay, now they really had her going. Suspended in the air, almost naked save for some leather straps and some flimsy pieces of silky satin. What had she seen when they came in? Whips, floggers, dildos, ball gags, nipple clamps, handcuffs, etc. And now lit candles, oh dear. She knew what could be done with candle wax. “I know what you're thinking. But you can relax.” Pregnant pause. “For now.” Matt chuckled. She just bet he winked at her too. Then four hands grabbed her hands and feet and pulled down, till she resembled a spider, or someone doing a back-bend. All of a sudden, she felt something warm surround each appendage, and then Jacob spoke. “My Mistress Lyssa informs me you've never experienced a manicure or a pedicure. You do realize this is the 21st century, do you not? If you even begin to protest, a ball-gag will be inserted into your mouth, depriving us of your beautiful voice.” Jacob continued, “Once we begin, you will have been soaked to soften the nails and callused skin, heels pumiced, we'll shape each nail, then buff and polish. Nothing too loud or off-putting. Quite complimentary to your skin tones, while enticing the eye to want to devour the rest of you. Which in your case, has never been difficult. I'll be tending your right hand, Tyler your left hand, Devlin has your left foot and Jon wanted your right foot. Fear not, I have taught them everything they need to know. And as long as you behave, Lord Mason, Matthew, Peter, Lucas & Ben will be tempting you with bites of chocolate and sips of Cherry-Coke Zero to keep you from getting parched. Who knows, play your cards right, and they may be enticed to tease you in some other ways while we have you otherwise occupied.” Just then she heard a door open and close. “Sorry we're late. We had a few extra things to pick up.” “Marcus, Justin, Mac, Jonah, David, Josh! I'm sure our Mistress is most delighted that you were all able to make it. And Justin, looks like you brought a few things from your store. While Mistress Joey may be unable to see you at the moment, she can hear, speak, taste, smell and feel, that is, as soon as the polish dries, and with us doing all four at the same time, that should only take about 30 minutes total. During that time feel free to let her know that you are here and perhaps provide some hints as to what the night may have in store.” Matt told the others. Joey didn't know whether to laugh or cry. 15 men? Are you freakin' kidding? With no TV or remotes? Oh, wait. Um, the “contraption” she was bound up in ran off a remote, didn't it? Oh shit! Suddenly the door slammed into the wall. “Oh shit is right little girl.” Joey turned her head to see the tall Blondie who somewhat resembled Barbie flanked by several other women in various states of pissed off. The blonde uncoiled a whip that looked suspiciously like the same one Dev had used on Joey earlier. The two whips looked to be matching pairs but in the blonde’s hands the whip looked anything but sensual. It was damn right menacing! “Now luv wait!” Dev said as he slowly approach the blonde who Joey now recognized as Lady Danny with his hands raised as a white flag. “I think you’ve got the wrong idea.” “Wrong idea? I’ll show you the wrong idea!” A petite brunette in a highway patrol uniform (who just looked like Tinkerbelle with a gun) step forward aiming her gun at Joey. My own creation is going to kill me. Joey thought. Perfect. Awesome reward. “Stop Sugar!” Mac pleaded. “Don’t you stop Sugar me! Did you even think of Daisy when you came here?” Violet cocked the gun. “WAIT!” Joey screamed. “I don’t know what’s going on either but I know I don’t want to get shot by my own imagination! That would seriously ruin my day and possibly my floors. Does anyone know what’s going on? How y’all got here?” Everyone began to pair up Taylor/Marguerite, Mac/Violet, Jacob/Lyssa, etc. “Lyss…umm…Lady Lyssa” Joey quickly corrected herself. “Might you have had anything to do with this?” “And why would I have had anything ot do with this?” Lyssa countered, power thrumming off of her. “Well, you did mention that she was in need of a medi/pedi my lady.” Jacob explained. “I know many things. But knowing and acting are two different things as you know.” Lyssa said as she trailed her long nails across Jacob’s bearded jaw. “Then who?” Joey asked the large group. “I think I know.” Said a gorgeous winged male in a leather studded skirt so friggin' hot Joey’s eyes glazed as he stood, taking over the doorframe. “Mina, can you tell them why they are here?” “I can but whether I wish to or not I have yet to decide.” “Please” David whispered as he gently ran his finger over what was the scarred side of her ethereal face. “Fine. I’ll tell as long as you stop begging. It’s unbecoming in an angel.” Yet she gave him what must pass for a smile for her. “This is Joey’s Reward. I thought it ridiculous that she creates such fine fine men yet never gets to enjoy them herself. Quite the pity. So I thought it would be entertaining to let her have a taste of our joy. Plus I had a lot of energy to burn of so I thought, why not. Does anyone have a problem with that keeping in mind that I can destroy the universe if I feel like it? Anyone for destroying the universe?” Every head in the room, including Joey’s, shook no. “That’s what I thought. Now Joey, this is your reward for giving me my David, and Marguerite her Taylor and everyone else the love they looked for but never seemed to find. For that you deserve at least a couple hours with our men. But if we come back and they’ve gone unsatisfied I won’t destroy the universe, just you.” With that the women were gone as quickly as they appeared. Jacob then leaned over Joey to tighten her straps back in place saying “now where were we……” He adjusted the blindfold so that Joey couldn’t see. Suddenly Joey felt her hands and feet being placed back into the warm water by four pairs of hands. She then felt a small breath of air just go over her left collarbone. Just as this happened she felt a tentative touch just behind the air and she started out in goose pimples, she sighed and suddenly there was a soft chuckle that she recognised as Tyler’s. “Does that feel good?” she heard but didn’t recognise the voice as she was so enjoying the feel of the hand. It then crept around her shoulder and went towards her breast and then suddenly disappeared. Joey shouted “NO... Don’t stop” and then she felt a hand going from her right ankle and slowly up her leg. Again it curled around and went towards her knee. The hand then disappeared. Joey then started trying to move but was hampered by all the straps. She then realised that she was muttering to herself “don’t stop” over and over. She then suddenly felt a pair of hands on her waist and heard a voice which she recognised as Matt’s say. “No don’t move. Tell you what I think we’ll make this a tiny bit easier and stop you moving around full stop”. She felt herself being lifted off the table again and felt more straps being connected between herself and the table. “Yes, that’s right, I think that will stop the movement once and for all”, Joey tried to move but found that she was completely immobile. “No, you can’t do this, please just let me go” and she felt herself spiralling into a panic attack. She felt a pair of calloused hands touch her face and she heard Thomas say “it’s ok. We’re not going to hurt you. Do you trust us not to?” Joey thought about it for a minute and then realised that she did trust all her creations to do the right thing. She nodded her head and started saying “Yes, I think I do” when she felt fingers at her mouth. The fingers entered her mouth slowly and she stopped talking so that she did not bite the fingers. “I think we’ll stop you using that gorgeous mouth of yours too... Do you trust us enough to know that we wont go too far” Joey tried to talk and the Thomas said “uh-huh just nod or shake your head. I really would like to keep my fingers intact” and a voice came from further down the table “Damn right”. Thomas laughed and the voice again said “I’d like to keep those fingers just as they are thank you”. Thomas then said “well if you say so..” to which a voice replied “Watch it, pet...” and Thomas again chuckled. Joey could image that the two men were looking at each other with heat in their eyes. Thomas said “As I said nod or shake your head”. Joey slowly nodded her head. She then felt her mouth being slowly opened wide by Thomas’ hands and she felt something latexy enter her mouth. She then felt it slowly go in and kept on going until it was almost at the back of her throat. She then started to try to evade Thomas’ hands and she felt another pair of hands go around her head. “No don’t struggle, you trust us remember” Thomas said. She then felt Thomas move his hands and buckle the strap that held the thing in her mouth. She realised that it was ridged and was phallus shaped. “Yes, its modelled on one of us but you have to work out which one”. Said Matt. She then felt six pairs of hands all over her body..... To Be Continued.... |
