"You must be a master vampire. Your call was irresistible."

Asteria's attempt at flattery was followed with a deep calming breath. The men's eyes followed the action as the air filled and left her chest. Her generous bustline became the center of attention. Slowly, she took another breath and watched the men's reactions. Better to let them think she was harmless.

"Pardon me, sir. I don't even know your name."

The redhead bowed with a dramatic flourish.

"Master George at your service. Thank you for joining us."

"I seem to be lost. Perhaps you can return me to Stephen?" asked Asteria.

At the name Stephen, all but George stepped back.

"Stephen? As in son of Marcus?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Damn. I should have known you'd have an escort. Come wait in the playroom. I'm sure he'll be here in a minute."

Asteria looked into his green eyes. Whatever mind game George had played with her, it was over. He gestured to the door.

"Come in, girl. He'll know where to find you. It would be a sin for me to leave you to the wolves and I have to check on my little pain slut."

"Your what?"

"My pain slut." Opening the door, George motioned for her to look into the room. "Rose and I were hoping you'd like to play with us."

Asteria had seen rooms like this before in private clubs. None were so elaborate. The toys and tools were plentiful. A petite brunette with pale skin and pink tipped breasts was naked and hanging from her wrists. She writhed between three bare men. All blond, the men were tan and muscular. They were nude, big and large. The woman seemed small, helpless. It appeared to be a gang rape. Asteria blanched.

Rose's sex was impaled on the man in front of her. Hands on her hips, he was fucking her hard. A man behind her had his mouth to her throat. He was licking the blood from a cut on her neck. His cock was buried deep within her anus. He held her in place while his partner thrust in and out of her. The third man was whipping the woman's breasts with a leather riding crop.

A wave of pleasure hit Asteria, then another. Rose was climaxing. An empath from birth, Asteria felt every sensation as the woman cried out for more.

It wasn't a rape at all. Rose was in ecstasy. The whip slashed across her chest. Rose wrapped her legs around the waist of the male fucking her, helping him gain greater depths. Her breasts jiggled from the force of the blows and from her own bouncing. Each thrust sent a new wave of pleasure through her. And Asteria.

"Harder, Ian," Rose ordered to the man whipping her. "Let me see you touch yourself."

Ian gratefully took hold of his hard shaft. Presenting himself to Rose, he held his erection at the base. When she nodded, he began to jerk off in slow motions. Asteria knew he'd be punished if he came without permission. He felt scared and aroused at the same time.

"Ian, take care of me."

"Yes, Mistress," he replied with a choked voice. Using the whip in his left hand, he pumped himself with his right. His aim wasn't as good, but Rose didn't care. The whip found a nipple. Her breast compressed and bounced with the force of the blow.

"More."

Ian repeatedly struck Rose across the chest. Streaking her pale skin with red marks, he beat her with each stroke of his hand on his own cock.

Asteria nearly fainted from the overload of sensations. The blond men were lost in the passion of following the woman's orders. Asteria felt their excitement. She could taste blood in her mouth, feel the woman's vaginal muscles massaging a penis she didn't have. For Rose, the pain heightened her pleasure. Asteria felt her hands shake as she brought down the whip again and stroked a heavy erection. At the same time, she felt the tightness of Rose's channels, could feel the thin membrane separating the cocks as they thrust against her inner walls. But none of it was her. It was them.

"Faster, harder, hit me again ... " Rose commanded. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Rose climaxed once more. The men around her now in agony, wanting but not daring to find their own release. Unable to block the psychic barrage, Asteria's eyes glazed over. The lower part of her body began to undulate as Asteria rode the men with Rose.

A warm hand touched the back of Asteria's neck. It was George. When Asteria didn't tell him to stop, he pressed his groin into her back and rubbed himself against her. The fabric of her dress seemed too thin to protect her from his suit.

"Would you like to take her place?" he offered.