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  'Of course Avril began to protest, but Delgado stuck his face right in front of hers and told her quietly to shut up. I've never seen a girl's face fall quite like it before, as if she suddenly lost all control of her facial muscles. I mean it just sort of collapsed. She looked pleadingly at her friend, but Veronique just watched her in stony silence.'

  'I can imagine what the next line was; he always gives a chance for them to escape,' Linda said, now wholly engaged in the story.

  'You're right, Linda. He said to her in this really quiet, still voice. "Okay Avril, your hands are tied behind your back." He was kneeling down on the dirty floor again and with two other pieces of cord was tethering the girl's beautiful slim ankles to the legs of the chair. "If you want I will untie you, but if I untie you, you can walk straight out of my studio. But that is not all. If I untie you, you will disappoint your friend and maybe she will be so angry that she will never speak to you again." There was a despairing look of love in Avril's face as she gazed at Veronique. "Is it true?" Avril said in a little whimper of her sexy French voice. "Do you want me like this?"

  'As they were both speaking in French I couldn't quite understand exactly the following exchange. They spoke rapidly, but it was clear that Veronique did want to see her friend like this, as it was true that Avril loved her very much, although I was not exactly sure in what way, if you see what I mean.

  'Anyway you know that Delgado is such a polyglot, that he speaks French as excellently as he speaks English...'

  'Yes I know, but why didn't he speak to them in French then?'

  'Why do you think? It's a power thing isn't it? It puts them at a disadvantage. He does it with Spanish students as well, and if they speak English he prefers to choose some other language. Power seems to be everything for him.'

  'But with me he always speaks in English.'

  'But that Linda, is because I think you are very special to him.'

  Linda was surprised at the change in her companion. She seemed so different from the girl she had met before, so much more mature and perceptive. She wondered whether Delgado had had the same effect on her.

  'Anyway, after fastening both her legs to the chair he stood in front of her. He had understood everything that they had said. He spoke to her slowly, almost softly in English: "Avril, I know desire. I know what you want. Maybe you are a little frightened because nothing has ever happened to you like this. But Avril, you behave like a little girl. It is time that you grew up. We are going to make you grow up. Do you understand?" Avril nodded her head.'

  'What was the other girl, Veronique, doing while he tied her best friend to the chair?' Linda asked.

  'She was just looking. She was absolutely speechless. I noticed, though, how her hand had slipped between her legs as if in some subconscious way she wanted to protect herself. But there was something lusty about the way she looked at her friend. When Delgado retreated to his desk to get some tape to make a crude gag, Veronique began stroking her friend's hair, softly, gently, trying to comfort her. "Don't worry, mon cherie," she said in a mixture of English and French.

  'Delgado tore some tape off with his teeth and roughly placed it over the young French girl's mouth. "Now Veronique, she is all yours to play with. You know that you want to play with your friend. You know you crave it, Veronique. Why don't you touch her?" He picked up Veronique's hand, the one that was on her lap and placed it on the waxy skin of Avril's leg, just above the knee, so that the tips of her fingers came into contact with the hem of Avril's dress. "It feels good, doesn't it," Delgado said, knowing that he was leading Veronique along a path of temptation that she wouldn't be able to resist. Avril's legs were slightly splayed by the bonds around her ankle.

  'I mean, Linda, I was so hot. All I could see was those two rabbit's eyes either side of that retroussé nose staring down at her friend's leg, her hands and legs tied. She looked so vulnerable.'

  'Mmm,' Linda concurred, imagining the scene, Rebecca making her horny with her storytelling.

  'Delgado let go of Veronique's hand and went to pull his chair up on the other side of Avril. Veronique didn't stop stroking the leg, but she touched it lightly, tentatively, knowing that she was crossing some boundary with her friend, with her own erotic life that she had only ever dreamed about before. We both know what that is like?' Rebecca looked over at her knew friend remembering all they had experienced with Delgado that day which now seemed a lifetime ago.

  Linda smiled complicitly.

  'So, Delgado was sitting on one side of Avril, Veronique on the other. He placed his own hand on her tawny thigh. "Veronique, don't be so timid. Look at this beautiful thigh. Watch it turn red." From stroking her softly he cruelly nipped the young girl's thigh, making her jolt back in her chair, nipping so hard that her eyes closed over her pain. He then raised her skirt higher so that I got a glimpse of the first sight of her of the most delightful cream-coloured panties. He tugged the dress higher up so that Avril was no longer able to sit on it and the front rested on her lap. He held it up so that Veronique could feast her eyes on Avril's lace-covered crotch. There was a tiny patch of wetness just above the gusset. It appeared that Delgado had been right about Avril. No matter how terrified she looked, she had been aroused by Delgado's rough treatment of her.

  'Delgado could not resist taking a closer look. While Veronique still gently stroked Avril's thigh, Delgado pulled the gusset of the cream panties aside and saw how her quim glistened in the sunlight, her little fringe of pubic hair matching the colour of her hair. Finding the little coral pink entrance he slipped his finger inside her and at the same time his mouth alighted on her love spot. He flicked his tongue over it while he jabbed his finger in her, and then swivelled it inside, finding so it seemed, her G-spot, or at least that was what I thought, the way that Avril thrust back her head.

  'Veronique's hand by this stage had crept all the way up Avril's thigh and was lightly pressing against her pubic bone. Maybe Delgado would have continued pleasuring the girl if he hadn't noticed Veronique's hand, and been reminded of his other plans. "Your turn, Veronique," Delgado said, although Veronique still was a little unsure about taking this further step. She hesitated, but under Delgado's icy stare she began sucking on the now distended clit. Delgado held Veronique by the nape of her neck and pushed her quite hard onto Avril. "Go on Veronique, suck on her."

  'I was so, so randy. I mean Delgado had told me to make some sketches of what I was watching, but I had forgotten all about it, as I think, he had forgotten that I was there. I wanted to stand up to watch them much more closely, or better to be tied to the chair like that and to have Veronique sucking on me and Delgado, as he was now doing, standing behind Avril.

  'He bent down and smiling said to Avril, "Now you have pleasure down there. You could never have realised how pleasurable it could be to break your own personal taboos. Now I am going to break another one." Slowly and quite methodically he began to pull the straps of her pretty print dress over her shoulder, then he began to slowly unbutton it from the top. She wasn't wearing any bra at all, his hands passing firmly over her freckled chest to the first swell of her breasts. I tell you, Linda, I have never seen a girl with such large nipples, a slightly darker shade of brown than her tawny skin. The dress was pulled away from Avril, and I stared at her wonderfully curved breasts with these fantastically big upturned nipples. Delgado rolled his hands over the firm curves. I really couldn't get over her breasts; they were as firm as a sixteen-year-old's. Delgado massaged them with his hands, reaching down to the underside, cupping them in his hands and then bringing his fingers together over the teats. He tweaked hard on them. I could see the tension in his arms as he pressed his finger and thumb together on the swollen tips of her breasts. Avril's head shot back again as the electric pain coursed through her body, a muffled moan coming out of her gagged mouth, her wet quim jerking hard against Veronique's busy mouth, as she struggled against the overwhelming pain. Delgado repeated the action. It was as if he was giving the girl an e
lectric shock as her body stiffened and would only relax when he eased the pressure on her nipples.

  'Do you remember that green mat in the corner of the room? Now I know what it is for. Ah yes, I nearly forgot. Before the mat, Delgado - I mean he must have planned all this before - took out a pair of metallic nipple clamps from his pocket. I didn't know that was what they were. All I could see was that they were shiny with crocodile teeth. He stuck them on each pained and swollen teat of Avril's breasts and then for good measure tugged on them quite hard. I could see her nipples being stretched as he tugged the clamps hard, Avril's head again tossing back, a sheen of perspiration trickling down her throat.

  'Remember that I told you Veronique was much smaller than Avril. I hadn't seen how strong Delgado was before. Threading his arm through her legs as she still slurped on Avril, and placing his hand around her middle, he lifted her up into the air, Veronique screaming to be put down. He placed her quite gently on the mat, and stood above her as she lay on the floor below him.'

  'For all the standard patter,' Linda said, he certainly does seem to have an enormous number of tricks up his sleeve.'

  'Yes, I mean, I'd never seen anything quite like it before. He said something to me that afternoon after you had gone home, about sex being like jazz. You know he's a great aficionado. He said that we work within a certain melody, but within the given restrictions of tune we must learn to extemporise. That is exactly how I thought about what he was doing, as a shocked Veronique lay sprawled before him on the floor. There was a battle of wills going on between the two. They were wrestling in a way.

  'Veronique did not protest, but just stared at him, less like a wounded animal than a predator. I even thought that she might attack him, but I didn't realise that the battle went on deeper. It was not whether she would fight against him physical, but whether she would accept, as seemed inevitable to me, the inflicting pain on her, and not just that, but the manner in which she would accept it.'

  'That's exactly how I felt, that afternoon. That it was a contest between us.'

  'I thought about that too, but this seemed different to me. It wasn't so much a battle of wills in that way as such, which I think you won that day by the way.'

  'No I didn't, it was most definitely a draw.'

  'Well, anyway, this fight was different. Delgado could see that he and Veronique were in many ways very similar. They both had such dominant personalities. That was the difference. If I think about your struggle with him, I think that was more essentially about art, this was about character.

  '"Right Veronique," he said, "I think we know that you can give punishment, but can you take it?" Veronique snorted contemptuously at him. "Stand up!" he commanded her. She didn't move. "Stand up!" this time really shouting at her, really bellowing, and this time she did as she was told. "Take off your shoes!" Veronique kicked off her shoes, but you could tell from her posture that she was still defiant. "Turn around!" With a shrug of her shoulders she turned to face the bright afternoon light coming in from the window.

  'I looked over to Avril at this point. It was so tempting to go over to her and remove the painful nipple clamps. She was so beautiful. I wanted to take her breasts in my mouth.' Rebecca gave a quick snort. 'Listen to the way I'm talking. I would never have talked like this a couple of weeks ago. It is one thing that Delgado has done for me: he's made me face my own desires. I never really knew I had so many.'

  Rebecca was still gulping on her wine and Linda was frightened that she would get too drunk before she had finished telling the story. Linda was fascinated by what Delgado had done, by anything that she could learn about him, but it was also making her wet in her excitement.

  'Go on, Rebecca, with the story,' she encouraged.

  'Yes, well, while Veronique was obediently facing the window, and I suppose instinctively realising that she could not turn around, Delgado began to remove his clothes. This surprised me as well, because I thought that his nakedness might somehow detract from his power, particularly as Veronique, apart from her shoes, was still fully dressed. Delgado removed everything until he was completely naked. He placed his hands on Veronique's shoulders and ripped the tee-shirt in two. Veronique didn't do or say anything, standing as perfectly still as she could, although her body jerked this way and that with the force of the tear. Delgado sneaked his hands under her bra and squeezed her breasts very hard. I could hear the hiss of Veronique's sharp intake of breath as Delgado squeezed hard on her. Delgado then moved his hands down to the waistband of her stripy trousers and her panties and yanked them down over her bottom, then down her legs. She even obliged him by stepping out of them, so that she was now as naked as he was. He pressed against her neck forcing her head down and with his other hand he spread her legs, and while still pushing her neck down he threaded his hand between her legs and began to manipulate her. I don't know exactly what he was touching but Veronique let out several sighs of pleasure, maybe too much for Delgado's liking. Her grabbed her by the hip and forced her onto his lap, so that she lay prone over him. I could see he had a massive erection, which must have pressed against her as she lay over him.

  'And all this time I was in torture. I knew I couldn't do anything, that Delgado wouldn't let me intervene. My hand reached down and I felt the moist lips of my quim over my dress. Even if I would have been allowed to touch myself, to bring myself some kind of release, that would have been something. I so wanted to slide my fingers into my damp panties, but you know that Delgado would never have permitted such a thing.'

  It was social convention, rather than Delgado's looming presence that made Linda refrain from exploring herself right there in the beach bar so excited was she becoming by Delgado's exploits.

  'So there I was with desperately wet, clinging panties, and there poor Avril was, the nipple clamps still pinching her, the cord beginning to dig into her skin, trying to cope with the pain of being left in the same position for so long; and there Delgado was with Veronique over his lap, one of his hands pressing her head into the mattress, the other vengefully spanking her bottom, the loud crisp clap tantalising me even further.

  'He must have whacked her ten or eleven times, Veronique flinching with each smack, before he decided on another party trick. He reached his hand down between her legs and slipped his finger right inside her prodding hard into her quim, and then with such accurate aim he spat onto the tiny button of her bottom hole. He slid his finger around where his saliva had poured and pressed down on Veronique's anus before he gained entry, an involuntary squeal coming from Veronique and then he rammed up into her, his thumb up her bottom and now three fingers up her quim. I mean he really fucked her with his hand, so hard, but Veronique seemed to love it. I could see how her bottom tried to gyrate against the motion of his hand, as I was writhing in my chair, wondering if at least I might masturbate. I mean he was so preoccupied, I thought he might not notice, but still I didn't dare, but anyway, as I sat there, Delgado went on for so long I thought he wouldn't stop. I know why he did. I could see that Veronique was on the brink of orgasm. I'm sure that is why he stopped.

  'Suddenly he stood up and told Veronique not to move. She lay on the floor, her body heaving with the pleasure that he had brought her, just stopping short of bringing her to climax, and he walked over to Avril. I thought I detected in her face something like a sigh of relief, because she had been in the same position for so long, I thought that she would have preferred anything else, even a different pain to her present state. But Delgado didn't remove the nipple clamps as I had imagined that he would, but he ruthlessly pulled off the tape that had covered her mouth for so long, Avril screeching with the pain. But her open mouth did not remain without a gag for long as he stuffed his hot cock between her parted lips, his seed mingling with Avril's saliva. I could see how she tried to furl her tongue around his pulsating dome, but even this did not bring enough pleasure to Delgado. He grabbed Avril by the back of her head, resting his palm over her pretty chestnut hair and propelled her onto
his enormous cock. At first Avril gagged a little, but eventually she managed to take all off his length inside her.'

  'I think that Delgado is an expert at sex. I think he probably knew what he was doing, how much pressure and pain he could administer. He knows the limits,' Linda said, querying Rebecca's description of what had happened.

  'I'm sure you are right. Anyway he didn't stay doing it for long, and Avril's reward was to be untethered from the chair and to have the nipple clamps removed. She gasped with relief. When all her bonds were loosened he picked her up gently by her elbows, and waited for a moment so that she got used to standing up again. Then he unceremoniously pulled down her panties even though her glistening quim had been exposed for almost as long as she had been tied to the chair. When she was naked he placed her face down next to her younger but bossier friend.

  'His cock was now huge and throbbing and he couldn't wait any longer to service it. He chose Avril's delicious looking quim. She arched her backside up so that he could gain greater access, but as he bucked her, Avril's relief now transformed to bliss for I would imagine nobody as big as Delgado had been inside her before, nor had she ever been fucked so expertly. At the same time he reached over and jabbed his slimed fingers into Veronique's bottom. He worked a steady rhythm with both his cock and his hand so both girls' cries of pleasure were synchronised.

  'As you can imagine I was absolutely beside myself, but I still didn't dare touch myself in case Delgado saw me. As he had done before, just as he felt that Avril was about to come, he withdrew from her and crossing over to Veronique he entered her, and jabbed two rigid fingers into Avril as he had done with Veronique. Judging by the gasp of surprise I don't think that anybody had ever put their fingers there before. He rode Veronique and Avril in the same way until for a second time I thought Veronique would come, but again he withdrew.