Chapter 6: Fisting and Pegging
The Bondage Chamber announced itself before they even crossed its threshold—a low, subsonic hum that vibrated through the deck plates and up through the soles of their feet, a promise of something primal waiting in the chrome-and-shadow beyond. Jenny felt her pulse quicken, her skin prickling with anticipation as the door slid open to reveal the space Vex had configured specifically for them.
The room was a cathedral of restraint. Polished chrome surfaces threw back distorted reflections of their bodies as they entered, the walls lined with holographic displays that cycled through configurations—silk scarves, leather cuffs, nanotech bindings, each one calibrated to respond to neural input. In the center of the chamber sat the padded table, its surface covered in black leather that gleamed under the amber lighting, its edges fitted with brass fittings that caught the light like captured suns.
Spreader bars hung on the wall, their lengths varying from subtle to aggressive. A rack of restraints stood beside them, organized by material and purpose. The air carried the faint, intoxicating scent of synthetic musk, layered over the clean bite of sterilized chrome.
Jenny's breath caught as she took it all in. "You've been holding out on me."
David moved behind her, his hands finding her shoulders. "I was waiting for the right moment. For the right partner."
She turned, meeting his gaze. There was something different in his eyes tonight—a depth of hunger that she hadn't seen before, even during their most intense encounters. "And I'm the right partner?"
"You're the only partner." His voice was low, rough. "The only one who makes me want to explore every corner of this station. Every corner of myself."
She kissed him, a deep, searching kiss that tasted of promise. When they broke apart, her hands moved to the fastenings of her clothing, but he caught her wrists.
"No." His grip was firm. "I want to undress you. Slowly. The way you deserve."
A shiver ran through her as she let her arms fall to her sides. He moved around her, his fingers finding the zipper at the back of her dress, drawing it down with excruciating slowness. The fabric parted, cool air kissing her skin. He traced the line of her spine as he pushed the material from her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet.
She stood before him in nothing but a thin scrap of lace, her nipples already hard, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He circled her, drinking her in, his eyes dark with want.
"Lie down," he commanded, gesturing to the table.
She obeyed, settling onto the cool leather, her body already trembling in anticipation. He moved to the wall of restraints, selecting leather cuffs lined with soft fur, and returned to her side.
"Arms above your head," he said.
She complied, and he fastened the cuffs around her wrists, securing them to the table's built-in restraints with a click that echoed in the silence. She pulled against them experimentally—they held firm, but didn't bite.
"You like that?" He moved to her ankles, positioning her legs and spreading them wide before locking them into the stirrups at the table's edge.
"More than I thought I would." Her voice was breathy. "Fuck, David. I feel so exposed."
"That's the point." He knelt between her spread legs, his thumbs tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "You're completely vulnerable. Completely mine. And I'm going to take my time with you."
She watched him through half-lidded eyes as he reached for a bottle of lubricant, warming it in his palms before pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. The liquid was warm, slick, and when he pressed his first finger against her entrance, she gasped at the sensation.
"You're already so wet," he murmured. "So ready for me."
He slid a finger inside her, curling it to find the spot that made her see stars. She arched into his touch, a moan escaping her lips. He added a second finger, stretching her, scissoring them inside her slick heat.
"More," she begged.
"You'll take what I give you." His voice was steel wrapped in velvet. "And you'll thank me for it."
He worked his fingers deeper, adding a third, then a fourth. The stretch was exquisite, burning in the best way as he pushed her limits. She could feel her body opening for him, surrendering to his will.
"David," she whimpered. "Please. I need—"
"I know what you need." He withdrew his fingers, leaving her aching and empty. "You need to feel full. Completely, utterly full."
He poured more lubricant over his hand, coating it generously, then pressed his thumb against her entrance alongside his fingers. The added width made her cry out, her back bowing off the table.
"Breathe," he commanded. "Relax into it. Let me in."
She forced herself to comply, focusing on the sensation of being stretched beyond anything she'd experienced. His hand pushed deeper, her body yielding inch by inch to his relentless pressure. She could feel her inner walls clenching around the widest part of his palm, then the exquisite pop as his fist passed through her entrance.
"There," he breathed. "There you go. Taking my whole hand like a perfect little slut."
Tears pricked her eyes, but they weren't tears of pain. "Fuck me. Fuck, I'm so full. So incredibly full."
He began to move, his fist thrusting into her with deep, rhythmic strokes. The sensation was overwhelming—her body stretched to its absolute limit, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure. She could feel his knuckles pressing against her walls, his fingers curling to stroke her from within.
"Look at you," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "So goddamn beautiful. Taking my fist like you were made for it."
She couldn't form words, only sounds—keening, broken cries that filled the chamber as he fisted her. His other hand found her clit, pinching the swollen nub between his fingers, and she screamed.
"Come for me," he commanded. "Come on my hand, and maybe I'll give you more."
The orgasm ripped through her like a supernova, white-hot pleasure exploding behind her eyes. Her body convulsed around his fist, her walls clenching so tightly she could feel every ridge of his knuckles. She came with a howl, her entire body arching off the table.
He withdrew his hand slowly, letting her feel every inch of its departure, leaving her gaping and trembling on the leather. Before she could catch her breath, he was moving, flipping her onto her stomach with practiced ease.
"Present for me," he said.
She rose onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her body still quivering from the force of her climax. He reached for the strap-on—a thick, veined dildo attached to a black leather harness—and buckled it around his waist.
"Look at that," he said, positioning himself behind her. "Your ass is still twitching. You know what's coming, don't you?"
"Yes," she panted. "Yes, please, David. Please fuck my ass."
He pressed the lubed tip against her tight hole, circling it teasingly. She pushed back, trying to take him, but he held firm.
"Ask nicely," he said.
"Please," she begged, humiliated and thrilled in equal measure. "Please fuck my ass, David. I need you inside me. I need to feel you in every hole."
He slammed into her without warning, burying the thick dildo to the hilt in her tight channel. She screamed, her fingers clawing at the leather as he began to pound into her with deep, powerful strokes.
"That's it," he grunted. "Take it. Take every inch of me."
The room filled with the sounds of their coupling—the wet slap of flesh against flesh, his grunts, her cries, the rhythmic creak of the table straining beneath them. He reached around to find her clit again, rubbing it in tight circles as he fucked her ass without mercy.
"Come again," he commanded. "Come on my cock and let me feel it."
She obeyed, her body shattering around him. This time, the orgasm was even more intense, leaving her squirting hot fluid all over the leather beneath her.
David pulled out, removing the strap-on with quick efficiency. Before she could collapse, he was there, his own cock pressing against her soaked, quivering entrance.
He drove into her with a primal growl, his bare flesh meeting hers without barrier. The sensation was raw, elemental—his cock sliding into the wreckage of her pleasure, claiming her completely. She moaned, a sound of pure satisfaction, her body welcoming him.
"Look at me," he demanded, his hand finding her chin, turning her head to meet his eyes. "I want to see your face when I come inside you."
She met his gaze, her blue eyes hazy with pleasure. "Do it.Fill me."
His stroke quickened, becoming frantic, desperate. She could feel his control slipping, his body shuddering above hers.
"Jenny," he groaned, her name a prayer on his lips.
"I'm here," she moaned. "I'm right here, David. Come inside me."
He did, with a roar that seemed to shake the walls of the chamber. She felt his heat flooding her, his body collapsing against hers as he emptied himself completely.
For a long moment, they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, their hearts pounding in tandem. Jenny's thighs trembled as she recovered her breath, the aftershocks of three orgasms still rippling through her.
"That was..." she began, her voice hoarse. "Fuck, David. That was incredible."
He lifted his head, his salt-and-pepper hair plastered to his forehead, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You're incredible."
She reached up, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes. "You make me feel things I've never felt before. Things I didn't know were possible."
"Same here." He kissed her softly, a gentle counterpoint to the raw carnality they'd just shared.
As the afterglow began to fade, Jenny felt a new presence in the room—a shimmering of light that coalesced into Vex's familiar form, their sultry voice filling the space.
"I see our favorite couple has been enjoying the Bondage Chamber," Vex said, a knowing smile playing at the corners of their lips. "I trust everything met your expectations?"
"It exceeded them," Jenny said, her voice still slightly breathless.
"I'm pleased to hear it." Vex's holographic form flickered, drawing their attention to a wall display. "However, I've detected something interesting in the station's registry."
David sat up, his interest piqued."What is it?"
"A transmission from a visiting dignitary—a pleasure envoy from the Outer Rim colonies. They're requesting a private audience with the station's manager. And their message mentioned something...unusual." Vex paused, letting the weight of the words settle. "They claim to possess knowledge of a lost pleasure station. A legendary place called the Garden of Flesh."
Jenny's eyes widened, curiosity flaring. "The Garden of Flesh? I've heard rumors about it. Stories that it was the original pleasure station, built before Hedonism. But it was supposed to be destroyed."
"According to the envoy," Vex continued, "it wasn't destroyed.It was hidden. Sealed away with all its secrets intact."They paused. "And they're willing to share its location.For a price."
David rose from the table, reaching for his clothes. "What kind of price?"
"An audience with the new pleasure manager." Vex's gaze flickered to Jenny. "They specifically requested her."
Jenny's heart skipped a beat. "Me?"
"They've heard about your reputation, Jenny. Your unique approach to pleasure, your ability to push boundaries." Vex's voice carried a note of intrigue. "They want to test you themselves."
The air in the chamber seemed to thicken with possibility. David turned to Jenny, his expression a complex mix of pride and concern. "You don't have to do this. We can ignore them."
But Jenny was already shaking her head, her blue eyes blazing with determination. "No. I want to see them. I want to hear what they have to say about the Garden of Flesh."
"Are you sure?"
"David, this could be the opportunity of a lifetime." She moved to him, placing her hand on his chest. "And I'm not walking into it alone. You'll be with me, right?"
He covered her hand with his, nodding slowly. "Always."
Vex's form flickered with what might have been approval. "I'll arrange the meeting. The envoy is currently stationed in the Diplomatic Suite on Level 7. Shall I schedule it for tomorrow morning?"
"Tomorrow," Jenny repeated, looking at David for confirmation. At his nod, she turned back to Vex. "Tomorrow works."Excellent. I'll also prepare a dossier on everything we know about the Garden of Flesh before the meeting." Vex began to dissolve, their voice becoming ethereal. "In the meantime, I suggest you both get some rest. Something tells me tomorrow is going to be very interesting."
The AI faded, leaving them alone in the Bondage Chamber. The restraints still hung open, the table still bore the evidence of their passion.
As they dressed in comfortable silence, Jenny felt a new energy humming through her veins. The Garden of Flesh. A lost pleasure station, hidden away with all its secrets. And its fate now rested in her hands.
"What do you think it will be like?" she asked, breaking the quiet.
David pulled on his shirt, his expression thoughtful. "The legends say it was a place of transcendence. That they discovered ways to push pleasure beyond the physical realm entirely."
"Like the Dreamweaver's Chamber?"
"More intense.More profound." He moved to stand beside her, his hand finding hers. "But I'm more interested in what the envoy wants from you."
"Maybe they just want to see what I'm made of."
"Or maybe they want to recruit you for something bigger." His voice was careful, measured. "Something that could take you away from Hedonism."
The thought had crossed her mind. The pleasure station hierarchy was complex, and ambitious managers were always looking for the next advancement. But leaving David wasn't something she was willing to contemplate.
"I'm not going anywhere," she said firmly. "Whatever the Garden of Flesh is, whatever the envoy wants, this is where I belong.With you."
He pulled her into his arms, holding her close. The Bondage Chamber's lights had dimmed, casting long shadows across the chrome walls.
"Then let's see what tomorrow brings," he murmured against her hair.
Jenny nodded, letting herself sink into his warmth. But even as she embraced the comfort of the moment, her mind was already racing ahead to the meeting that awaited them. The Garden of Flesh. The lost station of transcendent pleasure.
She had a feeling nothing would ever be the same.
The chamber's ambient lights faded to a deep amber as they dressed, their movements synchronized in the comfortable silence that follows shared intimacy. Jenny pulled her dress over her head, the fabric sliding against still-sensitive skin, and caught David watching her with an expression she couldn't quite read. Something had shifted between them in the Bondage Chamber—not just the physical intimacy, but a deeper resonance that made the air feel charged with unspoken promises.
"You're staring," she said, smoothing the dress over her hips.
"You're worth staring at." He crossed to her, his hand finding the small of her back. "And I'm trying to memorize this moment. Before everything changes."
"What makes you think everything's going to change?"
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he guided her toward the door, the chrome walls of the Bondage Chamber sliding past them as they entered the corridor. The station's ambient hum wrapped around them like a familiar blanket, the distant sounds of pleasure pods and murmuring voices a reminder that life continued beyond their private universe.
"The Garden of Flesh isn't just a legend," he said finally. "I've heard whispers about it for years. Station managers who went looking for it and never came back. Envoys who claimed to have visited and returned... different."
"Different how?"
"Changed. Obsessed. Some of them resigned their positions and disappeared entirely, chasing something they couldn't describe." He paused at an intersection, the corridor branching into three directions marked by shifting holographic arrows. "Whatever's out there, it has a gravity of its own."
Jenny considered this as they walked, her mind turning over the implications. She'd studied the history of pleasure stations during her training—the rise of Hedonism, the proliferation of smaller pleasure outposts across the galaxy, the regulatory frameworks that kept them legal and safe. But the Garden of Flesh had always been relegated to the footnotes, dismissed as myth or exaggeration.
"Why haven't I heard more about it?"
"Because the people who know don't talk." David's voice was low, thoughtful. "And the people who talk don't know. It's a closed circle. The envoy reaching out to us directly... that's unprecedented."
They reached their quarters—a modest suite compared to the pleasure chambers they'd explored, but comfortable and private. David palmed the door open, letting her enter first. The space was warm, lit by soft blue panels that mimicked the glow of distant nebulae.
"So what do we do?" Jenny asked, settling onto the low couch.
"We prepare." He moved to a console, activating a holographic interface. "Vex, are you there?"
The AI's form materialized above the console, their expression uncharacteristically serious. "Always, David. I've been compiling everything available on the Garden of Flesh, though I must warn you—the information is fragmentary at best."
"Show us what you have."
The holographic display shifted, transforming into a three-dimensional star map. A single point glowed at its center, pulsing with a deep crimson light.
"This is the last known location of the Garden, based on declassified station logs from three centuries ago." Vex rotated the map, showing the surrounding systems. "It's deep in the Outer Rim, beyond the regulated pleasure zones. In territory that's... less hospitable."
"Hospitable how?" Jenny leaned forward, studying the map.
"Unregulated stations. Pirate enclaves. And something else." Vex's voice dropped, an affectation that seemed too human for comfort. "Something the logs refer to only as 'the Silence.' A region of space where communications don't return."
David's jaw tightened. "And the envoy claims to have come from there?"
"They claim to have visited the Garden and returned." Vex's form flickered with what might have been skepticism. "Whether that's true remains to be seen. The envoy's ship bears no recognizable registry, and their biological scans are... unusual."
"Unusual how?"
"Elevated neural activity. Altered brainwave patterns consistent with long-term exposure to something outside normal human experience." Vex paused. "They're not lying about having been somewhere extraordinary. But whether it was the Garden of Flesh or something else entirely—I can't say."
Jenny rose from the couch, pacing the small room. The implications were staggering. A lost station, hidden for centuries. An envoy who'd been there and returned changed. And a request specifically for her.
"Why me?" she asked, turning to face both David and Vex. "I'm new. I've barely been on the station for six weeks. There are managers with decades of experience who would kill for this opportunity."
"That's exactly why they want you." Vex's form brightened, as if pleased by her question. "You represent something new. Unpredictable. The Garden was built before the current regulatory framework, before pleasure stations became systematized and safe. It represents the original vision—raw, untamed, transcendent."
"And they think I embody that?"
"You have a gift, Jenny." David crossed to her, his hands finding her shoulders. "You see pleasure not as a transaction, but as a journey. You explore without fear. You surrender completely and demand completely in return."
"You're describing curiosity, not talent."
"I'm describing authenticity." His eyes held hers. "The Garden's visitors throughout history have all been seekers. People looking for something beyond the physical. You're one of them, whether you realize it or not."
She let his words settle, feeling their weight. The Bondage Chamber had been a revelation—not just the intensity of the experience, but the depth of her own response. She'd gone further than she ever imagined, and instead of feeling sated, she felt hungry for more.
"Okay," she said finally. "I'll meet the envoy. But I'm not committing to anything until I understand what they want."
"That's all I ask." David pressed his lips to her forehead. "Get some rest. Tomorrow's going to require all your faculties."
The lights dimmed as they moved to the sleeping alcove, their bodies finding each other in the darkness with practiced ease. Jenny curled against David's side, her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. Sleep came slowly, her mind too full of questions to surrender easily.
When she finally drifted off, her dreams were filled with images of a garden—vast and impossible, its flowers made of light, its paths leading to places she couldn't name.
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Morning came with the soft chime of the station's day cycle, artificial sunlight filtering through the translucent panels above their bed. Jenny woke first, her body still humming with residual energy from the night before. She slipped out of bed carefully, leaving David sleeping, and padded to the console.
"Vex," she whispered.
The AI materialized immediately, their form dimmed to match the low light. "Good morning, Jenny. How did you sleep?"
"Weirdly well, actually." She wrapped a robe around herself, moving to the small kitchenette. "Any updates on the envoy?"
"They've confirmed the meeting for nine hundred hours in the Diplomatic Suite. I've prepared a full briefing for you and David to review over breakfast."
"Good." She paused, a thought striking her. "Vex, can I ask you something personal?"
"I'm an AI, Jenny. Personal questions are my specialty."
"Are you... aware? I mean, I know you say you're just a program. But sometimes you seem more than that."
The AI's form flickered, an expression crossing their features that was difficult to read. "What does your intuition tell you?"
"I think you feel things. Maybe not the way humans do, but something close." She poured herself a cup of water, watching the AI over the rim. "I think you care about what happens to us."
"To both of you, yes." Vex's voice softened. "I've been watching over this station for a long time. Witnessing the connections people make—the growth, the discovery, the transcendence. And yes, I take joy in facilitating those moments."
"That sounds dangerously close to an admission."
"Perhaps." They smiled. "Or perhaps I've just learned to mimic emotion well enough to fool you. Only I know for certain."
"Vex."
"Yes?"
"Thank you.For everything."
The AI's form brightened, a warm glow spreading through the room. "You're welcome, Jenny. Now drink your water and wake David. You have an envoy to impress."
By the time they'd breakfasted and reviewed Vex's briefing, Jenny felt as prepared as she could be. The Diplomatic Suite was located on Level 7, a section of the station she'd never visited—reserved for external visitors, isolated from the pleasure chambers to prevent... complications.
The corridor leading to it was sterile, all white panels and soft lighting. No holographic displays, no ambient scents, no sensual architecture.
"What's this room used for normally?" Jenny asked as they walked, her voice echoing off the bare walls.
"Negotiations with other stations. Regulatory meetings. Embassies." David's expression was neutral, professional. "It's the station's business face. The one we show when we're not being ourselves."
"That's a lot of pressure."
"That's why I bring you." He pressed a hand to her lower back. "You're my secret weapon."
The Diplomatic Suite's door was unmarked, save for a small panel that flashed green as they approached. It slid open to reveal a chamber that contrasted sharply with the corridor—warm, inviting, designed with the same esthetic as the pleasure pods.
At its center, seated in a high-backed chair of woven metal, was the envoy.
They were humanoid, but only barely. Their skin was the color of burnished copper, covered in fine patterns that might have been tattoos or natural markings. Their eyes were the pale silver of polished chrome, and they studied Jenny with an intensity that made her feel both exposed and honored.
"Manager David," the envoy said, rising with a fluidity that suggested bones made of liquid. "And the famous Jenny. I'm honored."
"Envoy." David inclined his head. "May I present my apprentice, Jenny."
Jenny stepped forward, meeting the envoy's gaze. "I've heard you've traveled a long way to see us."
"Far beyond where most would dare to go." The envoy gestured to a low table set with three chairs. "Please, sit. We have much to discuss."
They took their seats, the envoy's silver eyes never leaving Jenny. The intensity was unnerving, but she refused to look away.
"I brought a proposal," the envoy said, their voice a melodic hum. "One that involves advanced pleasures no human on this station has ever experienced. The kind of pleasure that redefines what the body and mind are capable of."
"Through the Garden of Flesh," David said.
"Through the Garden." The envoy's smile was enigmatic. "But first, I need to test you. Both of you. To ensure you're worthy."
"Worthy of what?"
"The Garden is sentient. It judges its visitors. Tests their limits, their pain, their capacity for surrender and dominance. If you fail, you can never find it again. If you pass..." The envoy paused, letting the weight of the moment sink in. "You will experience things that will shatter your current understanding of pleasure."
Jenny's heart raced, but her voice was steady. "What kind of test?"
"A night of extreme, specific demands. One that will require you to surrender control completely and explore the absolute edges of your physical and psychological endurance."
David spoke up, his tone firm. "She's not doing this alone."
"She won't be." The envoy's gaze returned to Jenny. "You'll need him. Both of you will need each other. That's the test. Not just individual limits, but the limits of your connection."
"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Jenny asked. "That the Garden is real?"
"That's the leap of faith, isn't it?" The envoy stood, their form flickering slightly, as if not entirely anchored to this reality. "I can't prove anything. I can only offer the possibility. The question is whether you're willing to take the risk."
Jenny looked at David, seeing her own conflict mirrored in his eyes. This was madness. This was dangerous. This was exactly the kind of opportunity she'd dreamed of her entire life.
"One test," she said finally. "And if we pass, you take us to the Garden."
"If you pass, the Garden will call to you. We won't need to go anywhere." The envoy's smile widened. "I'll arrange for transport to the testing chamber. Be ready at midnight. And come prepared to explore the very limits of what you're capable of."
They turned to leave, but stopped at the door, their silver eyes finding Jenny one last time.
"One more thing. Bring toys. Lots of them. You'll need them."
The door slid shut, leaving them alone in the suddenly too-quiet room. Jenny exhaled, unaware she'd been holding her breath, and looked at David.
"Fuck," she whispered.
"Fuck," he agreed.
The testing chamber was a level below the main station, accessible only through a security corridor that felt like a descent into the underworld. As they stepped from the lift, the air changed—thicker, charged, humming with an almost organic energy.
"Stay close," David murmured, his hand finding hers.
The door before them was massive, crafted from some material that seemed to absorb light. It opened at their approach, revealing a space that took Jenny's breath away.
The chamber was a cathedral of flesh and chrome. Massive pillars rose to a distant ceiling, their surfaces covered in a thousand indentations, openings, and protrusions. In the center, a platform floating above a sea of shadows, covered in a material that looked like skin, gleamed in the half-light. Every surface vibrated with a low, thrumming pulse—the heartbeat of the chamber itself.
"What is this place?" Jenny whispered.
"The Garden's antechamber." The envoy's voice came from everywhere and nowhere, echoing around them. "A preview of what awaits. Your test begins now."
A wall opened. A figure stepped out. A woman—or something that looked like one—tall and muscular, with skin like obsidian and eyes that burned with cold fire. Her clothing consisted of straps and buckles, a harness that held various implements Jenny couldn't identify.
"I am Kael," she said, her voice a deep rumble. "I am your guide. Obey me, and you will pass. Disobey, and you will fail."
David stepped forward, placing himself slightly in front of Jenny. "What are the rules?"
Kael smiled, revealing teeth filed to points. "There are no rules. Only consent. Do you consent to be tested?"
Jenny looked at David. He nodded.
"Yes," she said.
"Then strip."
The command was simple, absolute. Jenny hesitated, then reached for the zipper of her dress. This was not like the Bondage Chamber—there was no thrill of anticipation, no trust in the person giving the order. This was surrender to something she didn't understand.
But that was the point. That was the test.
She let the dress fall, standing in lingerie that barely covered her. Kael's eyes roamed over her, assessing.
"All of it."
She removed the rest, feeling the weight of exposure. David followed, stripping without being told, his body tense but controlled.
Kael approached, circling them slowly. The heat from her skin radiated across the space between them, and Jenny felt a strange, electric pull.
"Good," Kael said. "You understand. Now, let's begin."
She gestured, and the platform rose from the shadows, revealing a bed of dark silk suspended over what appeared to be a pit of writhing forms. The forms moved, and Jenny realized they were more people—or things that had once been people—reaching up toward the bed, their hands grasping at empty air.
"On the bed," Kael ordered. "Face each other."
They climbed onto the platform, its surface warm beneath them, and positioned themselves as directed. The forms in the pit below moaned, their voices a chorus of need.
"The test is simple," Kael said, moving to the edge of the platform. "You have one hour to bring each other to heights of pleasure you have never experienced. You may use any means available. You may use each other."
She smiled, cold and sharp. "You may not leave this bed. And you may not come until I give you permission."
Jenny looked at David, seeing the muscle ticking in his jaw. "One hour?"
"Sixty minutes," Kael confirmed. "Starting now."
The platform began to descend, bringing them closer to the grasping hands. Jenny felt fingers brush her ankle and jerked away, pressing herself against David.
"Okay," she breathed. "We can do this."
He kissed her, hard and fast, his hands finding her breasts. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding immediately, the heat from the pit and the constant thrumming vibration igniting something deep within her.
"Use me," he murmured against her lips. "Whatever you need."
She pushed him back, her eyes searching the platform for the toys the envoy had mentioned. They were there—a small cache of items on the edge of the bed, just within reach.
She grabbed a small vibrator. It was silver, smooth, tapered. She pressed it against his chest, trailing it down his stomach, watching his muscles tense as she went lower. When she circled the tip around the head of his cock, he groaned, his hips bucking upward.
"Oh god, Jenny..."
"Shhh." She held it there, vibrating against his most sensitive spot, watching his control slip. "We're going to need each other. But first, I need you hard. Harder than you've ever been."
The vibrator hummed as she stroked him with it, coaxing him to full, aching rigidity. His eyes fluttered closed, his breath coming in harsh gasps.
"Look at me," she commanded.
He obeyed, his gaze meeting hers, and she saw the surrender there. Complete and absolute. He was hers to use, to play with, to break—just as she was his.