Page 48 of Killer Bones

Her position is in line with a row of seven or eight coat hooks that run from beside the door frame.

My mouth drops open in horror as I realize what she must be hanging from and how it must be caught on her…in her.

A sign above catches my eye: COAT AND HUMAN STORAGE SPACE.

“No,” I whisper.

A quiet background buzz rises in volume, and she wriggles, her mouth moves as if in distress. She shudders, her belly taut, and she gasps past the gag. A drizzle of shiny moisture hangs from between her legs. Someone is making her come.

A man laughs and a chair creaks. “Want to try yours up there?” His drawl is expectant, as if he thinks Adelmo will do this—put me up there. “It’s safe, kind of. There’s a big, fat vibrating dildo in her ass and cunt. And a strap around her tummy and under her breasts. Hard to see but it’s there.”

“Fuck me.” Adelmo is staring at her.

I’m checking out the author of this madness, the man dressed as the Mad Hatter sitting with his back to a square table.

“Or her?” He nods at me, winks, and raises what must be the vibe controls. “Anya is coming along nicely. Another one and you can have the space?”

Still aghast I shake my head at Adelmo.

“Hmmm?” Again with that cocked eyebrow of his. “Maybe?”

“Nooo!” I’d kick his shin but that would lead to disaster, to him doing this.

“Behaving, you are? It seems not.” He bends his knees to come to my eye level, leans in. “Perhaps we should test you on it?”

I assume my best contrite expression. “Sorry. I just don’t think it would take my weight. Like, it would be unsafe?”

“Does it have a load-bearing weight listed?” he asks, strolling closer to this guy.

They enter into a quiet discussion while I’m purely horrified. Anya’s predicament might be happening in a discreet, shadowed corner of this room, but when I look about I find quite a few of the people watching her.

While they sip champagne, chew steak…and, yes, fuck their partners, some of them.

“Here it is. The specs.”

Adelmo peers at the paper the man is unfolding. Is that real?

My toes curl. He wouldn’t. This is ridiculous. And yet he joyfully fucked me in front of Montez. I know he did it with a great degree of pleasure because he’s said so since then, the pervert. He’d do it to me on top of the Eiffel Tower if he thought it legal.

“Uhhh. It’s two hundred kilograms? What’s that in?—”

“It’s enough,” Adelmo assures him. “Cinders is not two hundred kilos. Get yours down and help me, and you can control the vibe, half and half?”

I advance quickly, my hand up, even though I just know protesting is likely to trigger Adelmo into something worse. “No. Please, no. You can’t mean it?”

He smiles. “Don’t I?” I’m backing away when he grabs my plait. “No running.”

“Deal. Anya is worn out anyway. Call me Hatter by the way.”

From the corner of my eye, I see Hatter bringing his square table over. He places it beneath the girl.

Adelmo turns me, smacks my butt says, “Behave or no present.” Then he picks me up, slings me over his shoulder and strips off my flimsy panties, leaving only the small skirt to shield me below. My wriggling and squeaking achieve nothing. His hand poking about at the crotch of my underwear does something though.

I push against his thick belt to gain some leverage, and he smacks my ass again.

The smacking is only making me horny. Hornier.

Hatter has released the girl and pulled the dildos from her. He puts the exhausted Anya and them on the floor, replaces the used dildos with new ones from a box.