A moment later Crabtree came in and chased me back out to serve drinks. It was a bit of a zoo out there, with wardens wandering around and congratulating each other on what they'd just enjoyed, speculating on what would come next. I was working my way through the crowd, trying to see my tables and whether there was anybody at them who wanted a drink, when somebody grabbed my arm.

It was a man called Joe Fiedler, from another of the mining airspaces. He had Paul Hughes and Vin Hicks with him - two more of a kind. They jointly organised another of those small parties that seemed to spring up in the smaller airspaces.

Joe and I had met before, and we'd not got on. He'd been rude and I'd scored points for it, and as a result nearly got our man in there this time - but not quite. He was grinning broadly, and rather predatorily. "Well now, Angel, we haven't had time to get acquainted again, today. It's great to have the Golden Triangle amongst us, isn't it, boys?"

"Hello, Joe. Look, I need to go and see if my tables-"

"Ten minutes isn't up, Angel. They don't have any call on you just now. You've got time to settle a bet for us."

My stomach was starting to clench. "What bet is that, Joe?"

He pointed at my little loincloth. "Well, Paul says the Golden Triangle don't really have golden triangles under their golden triangles. I say you do. Who's right?"

This was going to be bad, but I couldn't think how to get away. Certainly I daren't do anything that might conceivably annoy him. Crabtree would have my guts, and I had too many relatives in this Dome. Well... "You are, Joe. Now, I really-"

"Well, it's a bet, Angel, so we'll need evidence. Show us."

"What?" I'd heard him, I just had no idea what to do about it.

"Unhook that triangular thing - it's just suspended from those three rings - and show us the fur. Do it now, before I get pissed with you."

So he knew I daren't get him pissed. Of course he would. I was completely at a loss for anything to do beyond obeying him, so I just unhooked the cloth and stood holding it, hands at my sides, legs pressed tightly together. He looked, smiled, then looked me in the eye. "First, apologise for being obstructive - and sound as though you mean it - then put your left foot up on the seat of that chair beside you. Understand that it's your responsibility to make sure we can conveniently see your cunt. In detail. Go."

I'd seen the word written in a book, once, but I'd never to my knowledge heard it spoken before. It was almost like being struck. However, when all the alternatives are completely unacceptable, then the thing that is only completely horrible is the choice you're left with. "I'm very sorry, Joe. It was stupid of me and it won't happen again." Then I put my foot up on the seat of the chair, feeling my vagina gape open in a way I'd never noticed before, though no doubt it always worked the same way, and turned my standing leg slightly so that they had a clear view.

Then I stood there and forced myself not to scream while they looked closely at my private parts. What had been my private parts.

Joe took in the view for perhaps twenty seconds, then smiled. "Okay, Angel, now you can ask us if you can take the waistcoat off."

I wanted to say that that had nothing to do with the colour of my pubic hair - but then interest in the colour of my pubic hair had had little to do with why he'd made me do this anyway.

"Gentlemen, may I take the waistcoat off now, please?"

Joe cocked his head in thought. "Yes, I think you can do that. Do it straight away, no pissing about."

So I did. Then he stepped close and inserted several fingers into me with one hand while taking my right nipple between his finger and thumb with the other. I felt my face twist in disgust as his hand explored inside me, and saw amusement in his face.

"Okay, on your back on the table behind you, arse just slightly hanging off it, legs straight up in the air, then as wide apart as they'll go. Do it right now."

I just did it right then, trying not to think, and waited. But they didn't hurry. The other two were at work waitressing by now and they sent Jess off to get them some drinks, which they sipped, standing around chatting and looking at me as I lay there naked, open and waiting. There simply are no words to describe how I felt.

Crabtree was up on the stage. "Right gentlemen, we have one or two other amusements for you. Perhaps if you'd like to sit down... the girls will fetch you drinks - Um, Angel? Why aren't you-"

Joe waved and pointed. "Oh, er... Joe, isn't it? And Paul and, um, Warden Hicks? Yes, Vin, that's right."

Joe called cheerfully "...and we control at least twenty-seven votes between us!"

Crab smiled and nodded. "And what a good point that is! Well, you gentlemen just carry on with what you're doing. I'll get Julia's girls to cover Angel' tables until you've finished - Don't hurry, plenty of time. Enjoy!"

I had sort of hoped she'd insist I went off to serve my tables. Stupid. Why would she? Joe smiled down at me. "Which tells you what your value is, these days. The prospect of twenty-seven votes buys you outright for as long as we want you."

I said nothing to that because there was nothing I could say. He was dead right.

He explored my plumbing in great detail, played with my breasts for a bit, and then finally got around to entering me. It was painful because I was dry, though he soon generated some lubrication. But he scowled at me. "Get into it, you bitch."

"Joe, truly, I can't. I'm trying." I was, a bit. But Vin delved into a pocket. "I've got a load of Pop-Off here. Just in case this party was as good as they'd promised."

"Good man!" Joe pulled out of me. I'd heard of this. It's an artificially constructed substance with a chemical structure quite close to cocaine, but designed specifically for women. When it mixes with vaginal fluids it creates something that hugely sensitizes the nerve endings of the vagina and clitoris. It does more than that, too, though I don't quite know how, but it arranges that all the sensations thus generated are interpreted as pleasure rather than pain. To a male, it's just a sort of very fine flour that rapidly dissolves without any affect at all. I'd never tried it, both because nice girls didn't (no, I've no idea why, really) and because I didn't need it with Mike, anyway.

So as Vin dusted it on his hand and inserted his fingers into my vagina then rubbed my clitoris, the sensation was entirely new. Also I was unaware that he'd given me enough to turn an elephant on. One that had been dead several days.

I didn't realise quite what it had done to me until Joe re-inserted himself and the electric thrill of pleasure ran up me like a fire. I didn't want to orgasm for anybody but Mike and I'd never thought I would, Certainly Joe's mechanical pumping before had done nothing for me at all. Now? Now I just had time to say "No, please don't - I really don't want..." and Joe had time for about five or six strokes when the first orgasm hit. I managed to bite my lip and not make any sound through it - though any hope that I might hide it from Joe was dashed as he burst out laughing.

The climax lasted for some unknown time. Half a minute maybe? A Minute? I don't know; a very long time, anyway. The real problem was that he kept on pumping and within three or four more minutes it was building up again. I gritted my teeth, tried to relax, but I was entirely helpless and came like a volcano. This time I wailed in a kind of misery throughout it, but that was nothing to my horror when I realised as soon as that one had finished that another one was hot on its heels, much closer than before.

I was soon coming effectively non-stop - and yelling my head off in what I can only describe as utterly miserable joy. This continued until Joe came himself. There was a brief hiatus - a minute? - as he ceded his place to Paul, and then I was off again. I vaguely recall throwing my head from side to side and screaming "No!" at the top of my voice, to no avail, because by then the simple presence of a penis inside me was enough to produce non-stop orgasms. When it moved, I was close to hysteria.

Then Paul was done and here came Vin. But he didn't enter me. He just nudged the lips of my vagina and the nub of my clitoris with the tip of his penis. Touch, and away, touch and away. Each touch built up the tension inside me, but he was gone before it could be released. If he'd even partly inserted himself - if he'd just rested his glans on my inner lips - never mind my clitoris - I would have exploded. But he didn't. Touch and away, touch and away. I was shaking, my teeth were gritted, every muscle in my body seemed to be clenched. But he would not let me have release. I didn't know it, but I was told afterwards that my fists were clenched and I was beating the fleshy undersides of them on the table at my sides in a frantic tattoo.
Finally, I managed to grind between my clenched teeth "Aren't you going to do it too? I can't stop you."

He chuckled. "Sure. When you ask nicely and tell me you want to come."

I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but I dared not. Instead I just closed my eyes and tried to go away from it all, but that was hopeless. My whole body was screaming at me. Touch and away, touch and away. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand it at any price. "Alright. Do it. Do it."

He shook his head. Touch and away. "Say ' Please fuck me, I want to come. I'm longing for your wonderful prick."

"Please... I've never said that word."

"Which?"

"Either. Please. Please, I want you to!"

"No. Exactly that or no dice. I can wait. Or I could go and play with one of the table girls. Lucy! Come over here."

"No!"

The thought of not having him inside me was utter panic.

"No? You're giving me orders?"

"No-no-no-no! No! I mean, please I beg you don't go away!" Touch and away, touch and away.

I couldn't stand it and surrendered completely.

"What have I got to say?"

"You don't remember, sweetheart, you're stuffed. I'm not telling you again." Touch and away. Then - horror! He was maybe starting to step away.

"Please fuck me. I want to come. I'm longing for your wonderful prick"

"Again, much, much louder."

So I screamed it at the top of my voice, as loudly as I possibly could. "Please fuck me! I want to come! I'm longing for your wonderful, wonderful prick!"

There was applause and cheering all around us, which I didn't even register at the time, then he smoothly slid his whole length into me and I thought I would die of raw, physical joy. I'm told I screamed at every stroke from the time he started until he came. I know I had never known any sensation a tenth as intense before that moment.

When he withdrew from me he pulled a small aerosol from his pocket and sprayed my vagina. It felt cool and soft - but more importantly the chemicals in it mixed with the large amounts of male seminal fluid inside me to produce the chemical which neutralised the Pop-Off. I slowly relaxed, to a sense of lassitude and well-being.