Panting in arousal.

“So, Mark, the rules are easy,” Master John said, “we each take turns throwing three of the little spiked balls. You get one point if the ball stays in her skin, no matter where it hits. Two if it sticks to a tit, three if it sticks to her cunt, no points for any balls that miss or hit and fall out.”

As he talks so casually about hurting me, I can feel my heart pounding faster and my cunt twitching in arousal. “Each round, the lowest scorer is eliminated. We take five to enjoy Kimmie and let her recover, splash her down with some water, then start again.”

Mistress stepped over to squeeze Mark’s shoulders, “I’ll let you do anything you like to me for a night if you throw the game,” she said loudly enough for me to hear. I could see the temptation in Mark’s eyes as he contemplated the offer.

Smithy stepped up and pulled one of the little balls out of the dish of sterilising ****, “The trick, Mark, is that you need to throw them hard enough to stick, but the harder you throw them, the more they drift, the spikes kind of cause them to curve.” He gestured to his wife Margaret, who nodded and quickly pulled her dress off. “Here,” Smithy threw the spiked ball to Mark, “have a few practice shots on my wife. She loves this game.”

Mark looked at Margaret, who nodded, and Mark shrugged. He pulled his arm back and whisked the ball at her chest; it curved off to the side and struck her in the upper arm. The noise she made was not of pain but arousal. The ball had stuck in her skin but hung swinging. “You threw it a bit hard; it curved and only just caught in the skin, a little more gentle, just a bit.”

Mark picked up the next one and drew his hand back, Margaret smiled at him, and licked her lips. The second ball leapt forward and struck the inside edge of her left breast, and Margeret’s knees shivered as she moaned loudly. “Better,” Smithy said, “ready for the game?” he pulled the two balls out of his wife and dropped them back in the **** to sterilise them.

Mark nodded, and shortly afterwards, all eyes turned on me. I panted, feeling my cunt dripping as I squeaked, “Please?”

Master John laughed and pointed to James, “You start, James, and trust me, Kimmie can take it.”

James stepped up to the line as I knelt there, my hands nailed to the wall. “Kimmie, when I win, you are going to be gangbanged by me and my friends until you can’t stand,” he said.

I smiled a moment, “All talk I think,” I said in a instant impulse to goad him. Master John laughed as James made a large overhand throw as if he were bowling for a cricket game. The ball cast through the air almost in slow motion for me. Then everything came back in stark and fast relief as the ball struck the hollow of my throat. I groaned and shuddered before I felt the ball fall, rolling down the centre of my torso and leaving pleasant pricks against my skin.

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