“Only four more fingers to go,” Karen said brightly. As if in response, Mouth slid a third finger into my cunt. My knees shook, and my shoulders quivered. The ropes cut into my legs, and my circulation slowed.

“You clean up good, Nell,” Mouth said mockingly. I felt him kneel in front of me, to one side of Karen, both hands wedged deep in my crotch. My asshole was still tender, untouched. I could feel his eyes on my clit and my cunt.

“Three more,” said Karen, and for the first time, I heard some heat behind the ice. More heat against my crotch: it was Mouth, doing what Mouth did best. I twisted, as if I imagined I could still avoid him. Karen slapped my breasts.

“You almost ruined that one,” she shrilled.

“Either she’s melting, or her juices are dripping off the chair,” said Mouth.

“And she looked like such a dull little thing when she came in. But I knew you for what you were, Nell,” said Karen.

Mouth now lapped me in earnest, from cunt lips to the tip of my clit. I heard a thump, thump, thump.

“They’re pressing themselves against the glass, Nell, because they want a piece of you,” Karen said, as she finished with my index finger, the one I liked to use to touch my breasts. Below, Mouth shoved his tongue into my cunt and licked the deep red walls inside me.

I was desperate not to come until Karen was done, but I didn’t know how I was going to hold off. I thought about taxes, Republicans, white vinyl belts. I thought about bad TV movies and Barry Manilow. But Karen was on the last digit now, my right thumb, and she was massaging my palm again. Nothing was working. I imagined a world where everyone, even John Denver, got tied up, worked over, and painted up like a slut. And we all loved it.

More thumps against the window. I thought of Hitchcock’s The Birds, the thud of the predators.

“They all want you, Nell,” said Karen. “But you’re mine, aren’t you?” Suddenly, my eyes were full of tears, and I nodded.

“All done,” said Karen. And everything stopped. The Mouth withdrew, with a final tug at my clit. Karen dropped my hand. Outside, silence. I was on the verge of coming, and I suddenly felt completely alone. Were they going to leave me here? Was this my reward for obedience?

Karen whipped off my blindfold, untied the gag, and Mouth undid my bonds. He put his hands under my arms and forced me to stand. I shook, but I didn’t fall.