What had she expected in coming to this club? Nadia wasn't even sure anymore. But this... this was not where she had pictured herself ending up. Perhaps some sexual tension, a few mild games, and a lot of pointed talking, but not this. Being tied naked to table had never entered her thoughts. Add to that the other people in the room and Jamie and Carl sharing her as a new and interesting toy... never in her wildest dreams had anything like this occurred to her as being possible. But here she was, eyes shut tight in an effort to separate herself from the upside down world she had somehow fallen into. This was all wrong, like falling into deep, dark water and forgetting witch way was up and where the air you needed was waiting for you.<br/><br/>As if from a distance, she could hear Carl and Jamie talking, but she couldn't make out the words. She had pulled away from her own body and senses in some misguided effort to maintain control over herself. Still, she felt as if she were sliding down some slippery slope toward something. She wasn't sure what it was, but it beckoned with a promise of relief. All it demanded was that she let go, give in, and her stubborn pride denied it over and over again.<br/><br/>Nadia's eyes snapped open and she sucked in a startled breath as Carl's warm body pressed against her side. His lips touched her neck and she jerked her head to the side to escape the intimate contact. He merely followed and continued to kiss and nibble at the sensitive skin. She bit down on her bottom lip and held her breath to control the noises he nearly dragged out of her. But, she still gasped as Jamie curled  up against her opposite side. Wet heat pressed against her left thigh as one of Jamie's legs wrapped around her own. Carl's hard cock rested against her right hip, branding her with his heat. There was a strange comfort resting between them, they chased the chill out of her and warded off the cool air with the warmth of their bodies. Every touch they offered  to her skin only warmed her more.<br/><br/>Carl's mouth traveled down her throat to tease at her breast, constantly avoiding the one thing she craved to have touched while his fingers trailed a path down her stomach to glide between her legs. Her hips lifted in welcome, against her will, but their fleeting touch was soon gone again to drag a wet trail back up to the breast he was some happily tormenting. Jamie was providing a similar torture to her left side. Her lips, tongue and teeth played so near to what Nadia most craved, but never broke the tension and let her have it.<br/><br/>It was Carl that finally broke the tension, eased her anticipation, and finally brushed his fingers across an aching nipple. They had grown so  taunt that that first small contact was almost painful. He caught the aching bud and began to squeeze. The pressure built and Nadia whimpered in frustration as pleasure slowly became pain. Her back arched up from the table and, just as he released the aching bud, Jamie's teeth sank into Nadia's side. She let out a small shriek and jerked sideways, but the ropes and their bodies pressing against her gave her no room to escape. The urge to scream out her safe word threatened, but she swallowed it down stubbornly. They had only just gotten started, and she refused to cave so easily.<br/><br/>Carl's mouth closed over the tender bud he had been tormenting, his suckling easing out the pain he had caused and making Nadia's toes curl from how sweet it felt. As his tongue and lips worked on the sensitive skin, Jamie began to kiss and lick the angry marks she had left on Nadia's side. Between the pair of them, Nadia began to feel as if she were loosing her mind. Never before had she felt so torn between torment and pleasure, but nor had she ever enjoyed something so thoroughly as this. Carl feasted on her breast while Jamie's lips traveled up her body to do the same. Her body writhed between them, so tight and tense with sensation she was starting to find it difficult to tell the difference between what was pain and what was pleasure.<br/><br/>And then, right when she felt herself somehow falling, Jamie's warm mouth was replaced with cold steel that bit cruelly into flesh made far too sensitive. Nadia shrieked from the pain and jerked against her ropes, twisting toward Carl in an effort to escape. She fought her binds and wriggled, driven nearly to tears from the overwhelming onslaught of sensations and emotions that seemed to assault her from every angle. She cussed and cursed them both, but it was their soothing hands and mouths, their bodies pressed close to offer the comfort of their warmth, that slowly calmed and soothed Nadia until she was finally laying still again.<br/><br/>The damn clamp didn't hurt so bad after a while, but her nipple still throbbed in time with her pulse. Her panting had grown far worse and she though her ribs would be bruised from the way her heart pounded against them. She could feel Carl's shaft, hard and eager, rubbing against her skin when ever either one of them moved. The evidence of Jamie's arousal was smeared against't Nadia's thigh, the liquid heat from her damp sex spreading over Nadia's skin. They were each enjoying this game they played... and Nadia was horrified to admit that she was enjoying this, too. She kept trying to rationalize it all, but every time she tried, she started to feel like she was going to loose it again. As it was, she had already nearly screamed her safe word twice. If she was going to make it through this, she had to stop thinking.. but she couldn't. She was struggling against something, a feeling of being dragged down into a head space she didn't understand. Nadia had not idea what it meant to be submissive, to be sucked into a submissive head space and simply let herself be in that place. She was fighting it tooth and nail, making everything so much harder on herself than it needed to be.<br/><br/>As it was, only the effort Carl and Jamie put forth to sooth her was keeping her calm. She was relying on them, leaning on their strength without even realizing she was doing it. She was submitting to them, slowly, whether she knew it or not. Despite all the fight she put up and the battle raging inside her own mind, she was slipping, and there was no stopping it. The world beyond the table, the ropes, and then two bodies pressed to either side of her own, slowly faded into a background of static. It was swallowed up into nothing, and Nadia's usual fighting spirit flagged and faltered to let something else peek through.