Candy was sitting out of bed when Andy arrived on the ward.

“Hey, that looks good.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” she said gripping the arms of the chair and pushing herself upright.

“Wow. Can you walk now?”

“That’s the tricky bit,” she said, sitting back in the chair. “I can’t do it like this without my foot telling me to stop... but... they think I may be able to walk with crutches.”

“That’s fantastic.”

“Up to a point. I won’t be able to go far, but I could probably get myself to the bathroom. In another few weeks, it will be better than that.”

“Weeks?”

“I don’t know. A while; days seem like weeks in here.”

Andy sat on the bed.

“The nurses don’t like you sitting on the bed.”

“There’s someone in my chair. I wish we could get you home, I think you’d get better quicker.”

“Yeah, maybe,” she sighed. “I don’t have any stamina yet.”

“Do you mind me talking to the staff about things at home, you know, anything we might need, that sort of stuff.”

“I guess. The stairs will be a problem but I think I can manage if I sit down and do one at a time.”

“I’ll talk to the nurses.”  Andy fought down the urge to tell Candy that the bedroom downstairs was completed and there was no need for stairs. There was another issue that had to be faced head-on.

“There’s one other thing... you may have guessed... or maybe not.”

“What?”

“Marsha.”

“I should have told you. You can spank me later.”

“No, well yes, maybe, but I don’t think you’ll be up to that for a while.”

“So what about Marsha?”

“She’s at our house.”

“So?”

“Living at our house, I mean she still has her room at the nurses home, so she could go back there, but I wondered how you’d feel if she stayed?”

“Live at our house?”

“Yeah.”

“I wasn’t going to leave you for her,” for a second Candy’s smile collapsed. “Please don’t leave me. I, um... I like Marsha a lot but it’s you I love.”

Andy reached out and took her hand. “I know that love. What I meant was how do you think about Marsha living with us. Both of us.”

“You mean like a permanent threesome?”

“Mmmm.”

There was a long pause. A couple of times Candy started to speak and then stopped.

“Is this getting back at me for all the cheating?”

“No, but it was you that brought it on. I mean your actions led to it happening. If you hadn’t had your orgies and if you hadn’t caged me while you were out, and if you hadn’t seduced Marsha, and got in Elroy’s car and ended up in this hospital, and on Marsha’s shift, covered in blood and cum... then I’d never had met Marsha... Oh, I left out one thing — if you hadn’t told Marsha about my cage... which was against our rules. If all that hadn’t happened then Marsha wouldn’t be living at our house.”

“Have you fucked her?”

“That’s not really the point. We’ve become very close. Your crash threw us together, and we helped each other out. I thought I told you?”

“My memory has been wonky. I dream some things, and you tell me things, but I can’t remember what’s what.”  

“Okay, so long as you know I wasn’t keeping anything from you. We have gotten very close. At first, I think she took pity on me because of the cage. You were at death’s door and I wasn’t thinking straight. Both of us were shaken up about you, so I guess it was inevitable that we took what comfort we could in each other.”

“So my fault?” Candy said.

“Not fault. It would be your fault if you knew all this would happen; if you meant it to happen, but you had no idea. Let’s just say that if you weren’t you, and we weren’t us — then it wouldn’t have happened. The thing is... I don’t know how to put it... the thing is...”

“You don’t want to go back to like it was before.”

“Something like that. We can’t go back love,” Andy paused. “I mean you and I can’t. I don’t think I could cope with what we did before. We have to find another way for you to get what you need. We have to figure out where we go.”

Andy gave Candy’s hand another squeeze.

“When you get home,” he said, “having an experienced nurse like Marsha in the house may be exactly what we need, and we can see how it goes.”

“Why doesn’t she come to see me?”

“That’s another thing I told you before. She’d love to come, she wanted to, but she’s bothered about the gossip. You could call her, or leave it till you get home.”

“It would be awkward on the phone.” Candy sighed. “Oh God,” she said, “nothing’s going to be the same. Being with her was a sort of escape, I could talk to her about what I was doing, and about us. I could talk in a way I couldn’t with you. Sorry,” she said. “That sounds bad, there wasn’t much I didn’t tell you, apart from how weird I felt. With M it was like being in a make-believe world, I could say I felt guilty, or say I was proud of myself and it was okay, but if she lives with us there’s no make-believe world, no fantasy island. It will be real life. I can’t keep bouncing from one fuck to the next; there’s all the stuff in between.”

“It may be better, and maybe it needs to be real.”

“Yeah,” she said, sighing. “I still might miss it.”

“Being brought in unconscious and covered in blood and cum on her shift does change things. If we have to find a different fantasy island, then we’ll find one. There will be time, a lot of time, to figure things out. You won’t be able to go back to work for a while. You’ll have time to think, time to talk and work it all out.”

“About work—”

“You won’t be fit enough for a while.”

“No, not that. I phoned them and quit. I should have told you. One morning when I was feeling down... I couldn’t face telling people what happened. I called them, told them I’d been in a bad crash and said wanted to quit.”

“Okay... I did call them while you were out cold and on the ventilator. I said it would be a long time.”

“Yeah, they said, but I couldn’t face it, so I quit. I should have told you.”

“That’s okay love. It takes any pressure off, gives us a clean sheet.”

Andy took a deep breath, surprised how hard he’d found that conversation. “I’m sorry I sprang that about Marsha on you. I want to see if I can find someone to talk to about getting you home. I’ll come back once I’ve done that.”

He found the physiotherapist at the nursing station.

“Can I talk to you about getting Candy home?”

“It will be a while yet.”

Andy opened his iPad and showed her the pictures of the new bedroom.

“The hoist thing goes all the way to the bathroom, so she could get there safely on one leg.”

It took a little more discussion to get a promise that the team would consider an earlier discharge. There was no more that Andy could do, so he went back to Candy.

“You didn’t answer my question. Will I have to watch you fucking M?”

“Interesting question.”

“Seriously.”

“Would it upset you?” Andy said.

“I don’t know. I won’t be able to have sex, not for a while anyway... It would serve me right wouldn’t it.”

“You didn’t let me watch you when I wanted to.”

“Did you really want to watch me or was it all about keeping me safe?”

Andy shrugged. “A bit of both I guess I was curious, but scared too. What bothers you about me and Marsha?”

“It might make me feel like shit.”

“Because you want her, like being jealous or threatened?”

“Or humiliated.”

“So maybe I should make you watch when you don’t want to and not let you when you do?”

Andy watched her face. How much could she take? Did she know he was joking... well, half-joking?

“Marsha should have a say in this too,” he said.  “She’s not a toy.”

“She used to be a sex slave, did you know that?”

“Yes. What did she tell you about what she did?”

“Not much, she lived with this woman that ran some sort of high-class brothel.”

“Did you ever fancy something like that? Not just being out-of-control but being in one person’s control?”

There was a long pause.

“I wasn’t really out-of-control.”

Andy raised an eyebrow and said nothing.
Candy laughed. “Okay, so I was actually out-of-control a bit... I was...”

“Overconfident?”

“Yeah. Stupid, but it was a great feeling.”

“Okay, something to think about, if you don’t want to see me fucking Marsha then I’ll try to convince her that we should make you watch, and if you want to watch, then we won’t let you. How does that sound — not all the time, not every time, but now and then?” Andy chuckled. “A different kind of being out-of-control.”

“You’ve been thinking a lot.”

“Yes. Are you surprised?”

“No,” she laughed. “Of course you’ve been thinking, it’s what you do.”

“So about the slave thing, what if you went to the mistress that Marsha was with? Should I send you to her for training?”

Andy was trying to keep a straight face, trying to avoid any hint of his recent adventure showing. Candy’s face, in contrast, wasn’t just a picture, it was a whole album; surprise, horror, anxiety and then a slow realisation that Andy was pushing her buttons, that he’d been thinking, exploring, researching, way beyond anything she’d imagined.

Andy grinned and reached out to take her hand. “Don’t worry love, I wouldn’t let you be anyone else’s slave; of course if you were my slave I might loan you out if I thought it would be good for you.”

He squeezed her hand, leant over and kissed her. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Marsha was getting ready for her night shift when Andy came home.

“Not going to Mistress tonight?”

“She let me choose. She’s very smart, I think she could tell I needed more time to think.”

“All on your own?”

“Well yeah. I knew you’d be working. I know you’re uneasy about it but could you try to see Candy. I threw some stuff at her, and I’m worried I might have overdone it.”

“Andy I’m about to go.”

“I recorded it, I’ll send the audio to your phone, you’ll understand. Think about it. Please?”

Marsha shook her head in disbelief, grinning at him.

“You are amazing, you know that don’t you.”

“Can you do one other thing for me; lock me up and take the key, I don’t want to be distracted.”

“And you’ll be here when I get back?”

Andy raised his hands and shrugged his shoulders and then bowed.

“Guess I have time for that.”

Five minutes later Andy was naked and caged, standing at the front door kissing Marsha goodbye.

“Don’t forget the spare key is in the medallion I made for you... you never know what could happen.”

She kissed him again and set off.

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Around midnight Candy woke up. Standing by the bed Marsha had been holding her hand for a minute.

“I thought you couldn’t come.”

“The nurse on here tonight doesn’t know me. She’s new. I told her I looked after you on the Unit.”

“Did Andy ask you to come?”

“He was the final nudge. I should have come before. What did he say to you? He was worried. He thought he might have upset you.”

Candy lay still for a minute, looking up at Marsha.

“He asked me what about us?”

“All three of us or just you and me?”

Candy smiled, something in her lifted. “That’s the thing, isn’t it. I did something stupid.”

“Yeah but that’s history — "

“No... not that... I asked him if I’d have to watch the two of you; I mean I won’t be able to have sex will I, not for a while anyway.”

“And you asked him that?”

Candy giggled. “Daft eh? It kind of came out.”

“And?”

“I don’t know, Andy seems to have grown up... Have you been making him think?”

“He’s been doing that all on his own-some,” Marsha said. “I’m on my break love — I can’t stay long.”  She knelt by the side of the bed so that their faces were a few inches apart.

“I’m never going to get between you and Andy. He’s been putting all his energy into working out how he can give you the same sort of buzz you got before, but getting it in different ways. He’s desperate to keep you safe. I think you should let him try. I know you feel guilty, fair enough, you were an idiot, but that doesn’t mean you never have fun ever again. Let Andy try. Let go of everything for a while, be an invalid and see what he can do.”

“And will I have to watch him fuck you?”

“Maybe,” she chuckled, “and maybe he’ll want to see me eat you out, or maybe sit on your face; you’ll be fit enough for that.” Marsha giggled. “You wanted to be out-of-control kid, I want you to be safe and so does Andy, that makes it down to us to make it work for you. Sweet dreams.”

Back at the nurse's station, she stopped to look at Candy’s chart.

“You should have seen her when she came in,” she said to the nurse on duty. “Blood everywhere and her chest smashed in, we had to ventilate her for ages. No one thought she’d make it.”

“She may be home in a few days. Her husband’s made a room for her downstairs, almost like a mini-hospital.”

“Amazing. Thanks, You know sometimes on the unit we never know how things turn out. This one was such a shock, I had to find out what happened.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Andy was asleep when Marsha got home. She showered in the new ensuite downstairs and sneaked into bed alongside him. For a few seconds, she was tempted to unlock him but instead, she wrapped her necklace around her ankle and deliberately went to sleep with her foot and Andy’s key sticking out from the duvet.

Marsha woke halfway through the afternoon. There was no sign of Andy. She got up, thought about dressing but didn’t. Andy was downstairs, naked, still wearing the cage.

“I thought you might grab the key.”

“I thought about it, but you looked like you needed the sleep; plus I had another thought.”

“Am I going to like it?”

“It might amuse you.”

“Should I guess or are you going to tell me?”

“Being by myself last night and locked up got me back into the mood of that night, you know, before it all kicked off.”

“How did it make you feel?”

“You mean re-living it? I didn’t think about it like that. I saw myself in the mirror and I thought when Candy comes home that’s how I should be — like I would have been if she’d made it back that night.”

“So I’d better give her the key.”

“Well no, I thought maybe just for a second or two I’d tell her we didn’t have the key.”

“But didn’t one of us tell her — I can’t remember?”

“Her memory is pretty muddled. Today was the first time she’s asked, and I was vague.”

Marsha shrieked with laughter. “You want me to visit her and tell her that? Tell her we thought she might be strong enough to hear it now?”

“Should we?”

“It’s kind of cool. If she says you told her we fucked I’ll say she must have dreamed, right?”

“Yeah, there’s a good chance she’ll believe that or at least not be sure. You know you can actually fuck wearing one of these things, you know with a condom on it or something to smooth it out.”

“We have to try that, though it won’t be much fun for you. Are you up for that?” she giggled and stood back to look at him. “If we’re going to pretend, then we should do it for real. It would give you a nice cuddle. Back then you’d probably have liked that. yeah?”

“I guess.”

“Okay, so we tell her; and then what?”

“I figured I’d tell her I’d get it off with an angle grinder.”

“That will scare the hell out of her.”

“Yeah. That’s the point. Actually all I have to do it cut through the hasp of the lock, but it would make a noise. Actually any lock would do to fake it.”

“And then you’re done with it, no more cage, Andy free to take charge?”

“Something like that.”

Marsha looked at him carefully for a moment and the laughter disappeared. “Hang on, did I hear that right? You’re telling me that you’re going to start your new... whatever it is... off the back of a deception? Are you sure you want to do that?”

Andy stopped for a moment, examining Marsha’s face, getting nothing back.

“Good point. Yes, it is a deception. I want to find a way to make sure she sees that her actions have consequences. It’s complicated because I also want her to see that if she wants to lose control, then she has to realise that giving up control is giving up responsibility as well.”

“You’re being complicated again.”

“Yeah, I know. If she gives up control, then she can’t kid herself that she’s also being responsible. What she did could have got her killed but it could also have left me, not just caged, which a bolt cropper could fix, but really hurt and feeling guilty for the rest of my life.”

“That might be a heavy thing to heap on someone who’s just got out of hospital.”

“Yeah but that’s the only time it would work. What I want her to see is that if she’s happy to give up control, then it’s best if she gives it to someone who takes responsibility for what happens. Giving up control to some pervert who you just met is crazy. She has to learn that.”

“And you’d take that on?”

“Yes. Absolutely. If I don’t, then I can’t complain. I’d need a lot of convincing that anyone else would take responsibility for her seriously. Mostly, I think, the kind of guys she met didn’t care. If it all went wrong, it was her fault for giving herself away, not theirs for doing what they felt like doing.”

Andy held up his hand for a moment, stopping Marsha saying anything.

“I know what’s going through your mind. Someone like Mistress is different, she gets this, she takes responsibility. I think I could let Candy go to Mistress, or loan Candy to her and I’d feel confident that Candy would be safe, she’d be put her through who knows what, but Mistress would make sure that I got Candy back in one piece. She might be changed, I might have to up my game in some way afterwards, but Mistress wouldn’t damage her. She might drag something out of Candy that none of us knew was there, but Mistress wouldn’t steal her or give her away.”

“So your plan is that we work this little charade to put Candy in a place where she gets all this.”

“Yeah.”

“Wow. Very grown-up lover. I need to process all that.”

Marsha turned away from Andy and strolled into the kitchen. She turned on the coffee machine.

“Did you make breakfast?”

“Croissants in the oven.”

“So do you want to stay locked until she gets home, or do we do it on the night?”

“You’re the one with the key.”

Marsha almost collapsed laughing, hanging on to the kitchen worktop and eventually finding a chair.

“This is such fun. Okay, I’ll go with the plan with one proviso — we own up, eventually.”

“Yes, of course. Actually there is another technicality. Will she come home in an ambulance do you think, and maybe a wheelchair?”

“I don’t know what the hospital will decide, but I think I could arrange something interesting. Given our set up downstairs now she could be home tomorrow. I read her notes, they liked your pictures.”

“So who opens the door? Back on that night, I was expecting to open the door like this when she arrived, but it would have been after midnight and pitch dark. I’m not sure an ambulance crew would be amused.”

“You’re right,” Marsha said. “You can’t exactly answer the door to a crew dressed like that. A hospital crew won’t bring her home after midnight.”

Marsha put her coffee cup down and was about to pick up a croissant. “I have an idea; I think I know how to fake it.”

“Go on.”

“You’ll have to trust me.”

“Don’t I always?”

“Leave it to me. On the day, well, it’ll be night actually, I want you here, just like you are now and I’ll fix the rest. If I can’t swing it, then I’ll be here to open the door for the ambulance and you can be ready in the bedroom.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

“No.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Two days later Andy got a text from Marsha that simply said ‘Tonight — lock yourself and be ready.’

An hour later he got a call from the hospital telling him that Candy would be coming home that evening.

“I understand you have a private ambulance arranged.”

It took a second for Andy to cotton on. “Yes,” he said.

“And they are providing a wheelchair?”

“I believe so.” He had to believe, didn’t he? This must be Marsha’s plan.

“Your wife will have paperwork with her — a letter for her GP, a week supply of her prescribed drugs and a discharge summary. We will arrange for nurses from the home care team to visit the next day.”

“Thank you so much for all you’ve done for her.”

Andy put the phone down. what the hell had Marsha arranged? He checked the calendar, it said Marsha was still on nights, finishing tonight. That made no sense. He looked again, this block of nights was one more than the last time, the cunning woman, she was trying to catch him off guard.

He spent the day cleaning the house, checking that everything worked in the new bedroom and wishing Marsha was home.

Andy cooked himself a supper and tried to think how he’d felt that night, before the phone call from the hospital. He looked at Candy’s wardrobe door, checking the pictures she’d sent that night. He’d printed them and put them on the door as soon as she said she was on her way home. Six, plus the one in the car that no one would ever see again.

Actually he’d been bored, he’d watched TV and waited. There’d been nights when she’d clocked up a lot more cocks; he’d actually thought at some point that maybe they were in a rut. It was when the news was on and that had been boring too.

How had Marsha managed to arrange an ambulance to bring Candy home, and who was bringing her? All he could do was wait.

On the stroke of midnight, the phone went and Marsha answered when he picked up.

“Andy love, there’s a slight change of plan, we might be a bit late.”

“I thought you were working.”

“Slight deception there, I’ll be back just before the ambulance. I lied about my shifts. I came off nights yesterday. I’ve been fixing things all day. You’d better be ready for anything.”

I got that right he thought. “And I should be dressed the way we agreed?”

“Oh yeah, but you might be picking up pieces of Candy — metaphorical pieces, not like last time. trust me, it’s a hell of a plan.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Candy felt as though she’d been waiting forever when a woman in a uniform she hadn’t seen before appeared pushing a wheelchair.

“Mrs Andrews?”

“That’s me.”

“I’ve come to take you. Do you need help to get into the chair?”

“I can manage, but I don’t have any clothes, I thought Andy would bring some... the ones I came in were cut to pieces and thrown away.”

“That’s no problem, we’ll be in the ambulance right to your door.”

“But this is a hospital nighty.”

The girl smiled and pulled something from a bag on the back of the wheelchair.

“You can slip this on instead.”

The girl pulled the curtains around the bed and handed Candy a robe.

“I’ll be naked underneath.”

“We’re all naked underneath,” the girl chuckled. “The ambulance is quite warm, don’t worry. You need to sign this release form for the ambulance journey.”

Candy signed without looking at the paper and a minute later, wrapped in the robe with a blanket on top she was wheeled out of the hospital, up a ramp and into the ambulance. The girl fixed the wheelchair with some floor straps and sat beside Candy.

As the ambulance rolled away, she started talking.

“You were in a bad smash after a night on the town right?”

“Something like that.”

“Something like this?” the girl said. The lights dimmed and on the screen in front of Candy, a movie started playing. It took Candy five second to recognise herself and remember the guy who’d filmed her. It had to have been a year ago.

“What the hell is going on?”

“We’re taking you back in time. We want you to remember what you were doing. Your poor husband was waiting at home for his slut of a wife to get home and she never came.”

As she spoke the girl started to peel off her uniform. “Like I said, we’re all naked underneath.”

The girl lifted the blanket off Candy, pushed her a little forward in the wheelchair and pulled the robe off in one movement.

“There, now you’re ready for the fun.”

Candy, beginning to panic, tried to grab the robe, and tore, rapidly falling to pieces in her hands.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a little treat arranged by your friend, the one you cheated on your husband with. We’re going to the place where she used to live to get you in a fit state for your husband.”

As the girl spoke the pictures on the screen went into slow motion. Candy watched as one ejaculation after another splattered onto her face. Her face itself was a shock, she looked completely out of it, right up until she happened to turn enough to see the cameraman and then her expression contorted as she silently screamed at him to stop. She turned to the girl to find that she was almost naked, wearing a collar and nothing else.

The girl moved behind her and a ball gag appeared in her hand.

“This is just for the trip. When we get there, you can scream all you like.”

There was little Candy could do. When the gag was cinched tight, the girl moved in front of her. She reached between Candy’s legs and pulled a part of the seat away and knelt between her legs.

“Play with your tits or I’ll tie you up,” she said as her lips met Candy’s pussy.

After the first contact, and her hot tongue making a minor penetration, the girl looked up.

“Enjoy it. You’ve had weeks with no sex, we’re going to catch you up.”

A few minutes later the ambulance stopped, and the wheelchair was carefully manoeuvred down the ramp and into a building Candy had never seen before. The girl who brought her parked the wheelchair in a dimly lit hall and stood next to Candy. She took the gag out of Candy's mouth.

"Are you excited?"

"No, I'm scared. I don't know what is going on. Who are you? what is this place?"

This is where Mistress lives. You should be pleased, honoured even, she doesn't welcome many guests for free."

"Mistress?"

"You know who she is, search your memory."

"I had a head injury, my memory is all shook up."

As Candy sat, bemused a door opened and Candy was dazzled by the light pouring out of the room beyond. A figure was silhouetted against the brightness, slowly walking forward. It had to be a woman, Candy thought, the narrow waist and elegant walk and as she approached Candy was enveloped in a mysterious perfume.

“Candy,” she said. “It’s so nice to have you here. I’ve heard so much about you. Welcome to my palace of entertainment."

She leaned forward and kissed candy's forehead.

"Please do not be distressed, nothing dreadful will happen to you here."

As she stood up the lights in the hall came up a little and candy could see the black corset in front of her. She couldn't guess the fabric, some kind of jacquard with silver and gold threads among the black silk. It exuded money and class along with an eroticism that was impossible to ignore.

"You must be curious. I have heard a lot about you, your career as an enthusiastic slut and your tragic accident. On the way over here you saw a video that I managed to obtain from a rather over-enthusiastic photographer. I’m sure you recognised the star of the show.”

She ran her hand over Candy’s forehead. “I am an expert in erotic matters, people bring new talents to my notice. I wished to meet you, possibly recruit you, but I could not find you."

She laughed.

"Life is curious, I used to be Marsha’s mistress, and you found Marsha. She knows you are here so let that reassure you that you will come to no harm here. Come this way."

The girl who brought her in pushed the chair forward. A large dining table was in the centre of the room, laid out for some sort of ceremonial occasion.

Mistress leaned over and kissed the forehead she’d been stroking. “I know you love to be out-of-control, to be used without being able to stop what’s happening to you. I would like to celebrate your recovery and discharge from hospital by taking you out of control and giving you more pleasure can you can imagine. Would you like that?"

"What will happen to me?"

"Candy, the whole point of being out of control is not knowing what will happen. I want you to consent to be used as a sex object. You will not be here forever — we have to get you home to your husband, and to Marsha. If you do not consent, then we will take you home immediately. I will be disappointed, and you will never know what you might have experienced."

There was something totally seductive about the way Mistress spoke, as if she knew more, could do more than anyone could. This wasn't an offer from some randy big cocked stud, out clubbing with his mates, this was an offer from the ruler of a parallel universe that was all about sex.

As Candy tried to concentrate, to calm her breathing and think, she saw out of the corner of one eye two more naked women and three men, men with big cocks and shining muscles. Candy squirmed in the chair, feeling the muscles in her pelvis churning, feeling a wetness between her legs.

"Yes," she breathed.

"You are being filmed," Mistress said. "You will have a copy of the film to take home and that is a record of your consent. You consent to whatever pleasure and pain we give you."

"Pain?"

"Pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin."

"Yes," Candy said. "Do it, do me, then take me home."

Candy was lifted onto the table, she felt something soft being wrapped around her legs, an even pressure all over until both her limbs were cushioned but immobile. She lay on her back and felt her cocooned legs lifted and spread. As soon as that movement stopped she felt lips on her pussy.

Were they the same lips she’d felt in the ambulance? The tongue had the same rhythm. Mistress began to play with Candy’s breasts and then there were lips on her nipples. Her whole body was being massaged.

“Close your eyes.”

An exquisitely soft blindfold covered her eyes and the stroking went on.

“Relax,” a voice whispered in her ear.

One sensation merged into another, time ceased to exist. She was floating in a sea of erotic stimulation, unable to resist. Helpless. Out of control and that was just the beginning.

“Would you like a drink?”

“How can I drink like this?”

“Say what you want and we’ll deal with how.”

“A lot of tonic with a splash of gin.”

The table began to tilt and Candy found herself in a reclined sitting position, able to drink from the glass that appeared in front of her, and when that was removed, able to see her splayed legs and the face that was paying special attention to her pussy.

Mistress allowed her to take another mouthful and stroked her head.

“You have a reputation for giving away your favours, which really won’t do. It’s unfair competition for my girls, and it gives the clients the foolish idea that they can get what they want for free.”

“I’m going to give it up,” Candy said, her voice a guilty whisper.

“All the more reason to make the most of you while we can. Be honest, you enjoyed it. Your long-suffering husband indulged you because he loves you and the girlfriend you didn’t tell him about feels guilty that she didn’t stop you sooner.”

Mistress carefully placed a pair of tight-fitting glasses on Candy’s face.

“This is to make sure you won’t be recognised on the video — unless you want to be... The last time someone filmed you I understand you were distressed. We don’t want that do we? I’m not going to gag you, you can make all the noise you want.”

Mistress moved behind her.

“Hadley, start gently, please. Archer, this end please, she’s not had a cock for a month, take it easy... at first. Angel, get Sonny hard please.”

Candy had no chance to say anything else before Archer, whoever he was, had his cock in her mouth.

“Suck it, baby,” said a gravelly voice, “You’re really lucky to get this fresh and eager.”

Candy gasped as she felt another cock begin to play with her pussy, gently sliding up and down.

“Can I have some lube here,” a voice said. “This chick’s a bit dry... for now...”

“Suck baby or I’ll whip your tits.”

“Whip them a little anyway,” said a voice, Mistress, thought Candy. “I want a few marks before she goes home. Her husband owes her some but he’ll want to be gentle, so we’ll give her some on account.”

Candy allowed her lips to close around Archer’s cock and he responded by easing it in and out, pushing enough to hit her tonsils, making her gag a little.

“Come on, baby,” he said. “Get in the groove, you can do better than this.”

As he said it, the whip came down across her breasts and she gasped enough from him to penetrate deeper. The other cock, was it Hadley? Began to penetrate and the familiar feeling started to sweep over her, being filled, being used. She sucked. Pulling Archer deeper, as she tried to move her torso, squirming on the end of Hadley’s cock, while someone unknown alternately whipped her tits and sucked her nipples.

Time had long since ceased to exist as Candy slid deeper into subspace, out of control, being pleasured beyond her imagination, every hole explored, penetrated, pleasured while she was consumed with arousal and guilt in equal measure.

Archer pulling out and coming all over her face woke her a little, but Sonny lifting her legs and entering her from behind tipped her into a deeper trance. She was hardly aware of Hadley moving to her face, slamming his cock into her mouth, insisting she clean it and then spurting an even bigger load all over her face.

Sonny, when he was ready, splattered her belly and breasts, decorating the marks from a few more whip strikes before she was allowed to come down.

Hardly aware of what was happening she was eased back into the wheelchair, covered in a blanket and transferred back into the ambulance.

When someone took her sunglasses off, she was astonished to see Marsha sitting beside her.

For a moment Candy just looked confused.

“What happened?”

“I organised a treat for you, well maybe not a treat, a reminder, a sort of getting-out-of-hospital ceremony.”

“Where are we going now?”

“Home to Andy and another surprise for you. This is what you would have looked like if you’d made it home that night. This is how Elroy would have left you when he was finished with you. Maybe not the wheelchair, but the rest of it.”

“I... um... I…”

“Had no idea? I’ve talked to some girls who had been in that car. He would have taken you home, but one of his big things was leaving wives naked and spunked on their husband’s doorstep, usually with a few Polaroids attached with a message saying he was done with them.”

“What am I going to say to Andy?”

“Sorry... Sorry would do I think, don’t you? The poor man’s been in his cage since that night. you were supposed to unlock him when he got home.”

“No. He said you let him out.”

“We had to tell you that, we thought you were too fragile for the truth.”

“I don’t have the key.”

Marsha said nothing at first, sitting down, turning away from Candy so she couldn’t see her face.

“He’ll think of something,” she said. “He’s very resourceful.”

“Have you got some wipes,” Candy said. “I can’t come home like this.”

“That’s how you looked when they brought you in... apart from the torn up clothes and the blood.”

“But he knows I’ve been in hospital. He’ll think I’m an incorrigible slut.”

“Aren’t you?”

“Oh, God.” Candy burst into tears.

“That’s a good look, the tears mixed with cum. Perfect.”

“You set this up didn’t you?”

The ambulance slowed down, shifted into reverse and backed onto the drive. In another minute the ramp was down, Candy was covered in a blanket and the wheelchair was at the front door as the ambulance pulled away.

Marsha rang the bell, the porch light came on, the blanket was pulled off the wheelchair and the door opened to reveal Andy, naked, caged and looking a little anxious.

Marsha pushed the chair into the house and closed the door behind her, she gave the thumbs-up sign to Andy behind Candy’s back and walked on through the hall into the living room.

Andy held out his phone and hit play and Candy heard her own voice.

“Mr Andrews..." there was a giggle... "I’m sorry to tell you that your wife is ten minutes late with her phone call and will have to be punished when she gets home. ... Are you OK, honey?  I know you worry...  No there’s no need to collect me, I’m sure I can get a lift... I know love; I’ll be careful. I’ll pick someone sober. Be sure to wait up; I’ve had such a wild time that you’ll want to hear every detail as well as smacking my butt for phoning late... Mmmm, and I can’t wait to unlock you. How is that poor pecker doing safe in its cage? Take off all your clothes and wait for me at the door with a nice long cold drink and all your dreams will come true.”

“You recorded it?”

“I always did.”

“I never knew.”

“It was part of the experience.”

Andy handed Candy a glass. “A long cold drink,” he said.

Candy drank carefully, slowly perhaps a third of the glass and then the tears came.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what M was trying to do, look at me, was all this to remind you... We can’t go on like this.”

“I know. M phoned me when you were on the way, by then I couldn’t say no. Actually it’s best... well you know... getting everything out in the open. How was this evening?”

“And it wasn’t you that organised it?”

“Not exactly, I told M she could do what she thought would be good, you know, as a get home surprise. Are you going to unlock me?”

Candy burst into tears again. “I can’t, I don’t have the key. You told me Marsha had it.”

“I didn’t want you upset. You had enough to worry about. I’ll find a way to get it off.”

“How?”

“An angle grinder should do it.”

“No, no, don’t do that. There must be spares somewhere.”

“Do you still have the receipt?”

She burst into tears again. “Oh God,” she said. “I really did everything wrong. I don’t deserve you. I cheated on you with Marsha, locked you up, did crazy things with... with complete strangers, and nearly got killed. I don’t deserve you.”

Andy let her sob for a minute then handed her a tissue.

“I guess I ought to lick you clean,” he said. “That’s how it’s supposed to be done, isn’t it. How do you feel?”

“About the worst ever.”

“You know what they say about hitting the bottom.”

“What do they say?” she said.

“Are you sure you’re at rock bottom? The worst you’ve ever felt?”

“What?”

“Let’s say I get this cage off, you’re too fragile to fuck like we would have done that night. If I fuck Marsha would you feel even worse?”

Dead on queue Marsh appeared, naked, wearing her collar and cuffs.

“Well?” she said, facing directly at Candy. “He deserves something.”

It took a minute for Candy’s sobs to subside.

“What do they say about rock bottom? I think I need to know.”

“The only way is up.”

“Which way is that?”

“This way,” said Marsha, letting the brake off the wheelchair and starting to push it forward.

“I’m going to show you a surprise Andy’s made for you and he’s going to see if he can get that cage off. I don’t think you’ll want to watch.”

She rolled the chair through the living room and opened the door into what had been Andy’s office when Candy last saw it.

“Wow.”

Candy stared. “How?”

“I told you Andy was resourceful. A bit of imagination, a good builder and enough time. You haven’t seen it all yet.”

Leaving Candy parked for a moment Marsha crossed the room and pressed a button. The bed folded itself up against the wall. “In case we need some space someday. Watch this.” She pressed another button and the bathroom door opened and the hoist mechanism ran out, swinging along the beam.

“With this thing, you can be hoisted out of the bed and carried into the bathroom without touching the ground. That’s until your legs are better, then who knows what we can do with it.”

“You mean I can sleep downstairs?”

“Not just you, baby. Did you look to see how big the bed was?”

“Yeah, it’s big.”

“Big enough for three.”

“Oh.”

Candy’s thoughts were interrupted by the screaming sound of metal being cut.

“What’s that?”

“The angle grinder. It’ll cut through that cage in a second.”

“No, no, stop him. It’s dangerous.”

“You lost the key babe, with no spare.”

Candy burst into tears again. Marsha lowered the bed, placed two large towels one on top of the other and swung the hoist into position.

“Don’t worry about Andy, he knows what he’s doing. Lift your legs, this sling goes under your arse.”

Seconds later Candy rose out of the wheelchair and found herself sitting naked in mid-air. Andy appeared, still naked but minus the cage.

“Oh thank God.”

“How did that make you feel?”

“This rock bottom place has a few bumps and dips.”

“I think we’re through the worst, it’s up from here.”

“You two, um... I don’t know how to say this. You must have talked a lot while I’ve been away. Did you plan this evening together?”

Marsha looked at Andy, raising her eyebrows.

“Do you want the whole thing tonight, or would you rather be fresh for the morning?”

“So there’s a long story?”

“Sort of,” said Marsha, “and you’ll probably ask questions, so it could take a while.”

“Plus,” said Andy, “Marsha’s just come off nights and I’m emotionally exhausted from the suspense waiting for you.”

“Who is going to sleep where?”

“First, we’re going to show you the shower,” Andy said. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re a bit sticky for bed.”

The hoist whisked her along into the wet room and in a minute she was standing in the shower. In another minute she was towelled dry and back in the hoist for a ride to the bed.

“So who is going to sleep where?”

“We thought you’d be in the middle,” Andy said, “and we’ll sleep either side. That way you can’t fall out and if you need anything you have to wake one of us.”