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gardens. There were also several people sitting on a small set of bleachers. Despite the rampant nudity, Kalie was embarrassed and kept her gaze to the ground. Erik led her to the bleachers and tugged her to a sitting position beside him. Only then did she realize what everyone was watching.
    There was a woman, naked and chained over a bench. Her backside faced the audience. A man stood beside her, flogging her back. At each blow, she groaned. At the same time, another man, sitting on her other side, stroked between her legs. Her back was striped red. Her ass arched as the man stroking her slid his fingers inside.
    Another flick of the lash and she groaned again.
    The man tossed aside the flogger. Kalie watched as the man unzipped his jeans and pushed them down. His cock was long and thin. He walked behind her and, as everyone watched, he pressed his rod against her slick opening and pushed inside. Soon he was thrusting deep and hard, smacking her bottom with his hand as he fucked her.
    She moaned.
    “Do you like this, bitch?” the man demanded. When she didn’t immediately answer, he swatted her ass harder.
    “Answer me!”
    “Yes. Please fuck me.”
    He groaned as he jerked inside her, clearly finding his release. Then he stepped away. Immediately, the other man drove inside her. He pumped hard and fast, also smacking her ass with his hand with every thrust. Soon he groaned his release, too.
    The first man turned to the audience. “This bitch is still in heat. Anyone else want a turn?”
    Two men surged from the audience. One had his pants off before he reached her. His cock drove into her and she moaned. The other man shed his pants, then wrapped his hand around his erection and pumped as he watched the first man fuck the woman.
    She moaned and threw her head back as she came. The man pulled out, then the fourth man shoved his cock into her and fucked her hard. She wailed again, then collapsed on the bench when he was done.
    The man who seemed to be in charge—the first one who’d fucked her—released her bonds. One of the other men led her away.
    “Now, would any of you like your slaves punished?” the host asked.
    Erik turned to her, his gaze speculative. Horror shot through her and she shook her head.
    No , she mouthed, pleading with him.
    But he wrapped his hand tight around her leash right beside her collar and she feared he was going to drag her up there. Her breath caught.
    “I see we have another disobedient slave in need of punishment,” the host said.
    Oh, God, no.
    Erik tugged on her collar, but pulled her onto the bench in front of him, so she was cradled between his thighs.
    It was another man who led his woman forward.
    Kalie watched as the new woman was bent over the bench and chained down. Erik’s hands covered Kalie’s naked breasts, avoiding the clamps, and squeezed as they watched the woman flogged. Her owner stroked her slick folds while everyone watched.
    But with Erik’s hands on her, Kalie barely saw what was going on in front of them. He stroked around her nipples, then pulled one clamp off, and squeezed her nub. Fire raged through her from her breast straight to her core.
    She didn’t care that people were all around them. That people could see him touching her. She just wanted him to keep on doing it.
    He pulled the other nipple clamp off and now he squeezed both hard beads with his fingers. She arched forward, her body bombarded with intense sensations shooting from her nipples straight to her core.
    One of his hands glided down her stomach, past the clamp on her clit and over her slick folds. When his fingers slid into her opening, she arched her pelvis forward, encouraging him to go deeper.
    But instead he slipped out again, his fingers moving to the clit clamp. He teased around the base of her pinched bud with his fingertip, then squeezed the clamp a little tighter, making her gasp. Then he removed it. She shivered as blood pulsed to the tender bud.
    Then his fingertip teased