Once Gertrude was naked; they tied her hands together and then hooked them up above her head. The room was dark and she couldn't see the other players in the room. She could tell that there was more than one though. She heard footsteps approach her. Whoever was there placed a ball gag in her mouth. There footsteps moved to the right of her. There was a slight squeak and then a gas lamp came on. There were two men with her in the room. One was sitting in front of her in a purple cushioned chair. The other was the one who had lit the gas lamp. Their faces were covered; she couldn't tell who they were. The man in the purple chair spoke:

"It's time to begin." She recognized that voice. It was Hamlet.

While her attention had been on Hamlet the other man had gotten a riding crop.

"Take it slow." Hamlet ordered. The other man nodded.

The other man took the whip and smacked Gertrude on the ass. She gasped. He hit again, harder this time. A groan escaped from Gertrude's mouth. He smacked her ass again. It was starting to get red. He paused and looked at the redness and decided the other cheek deserved some attention too. He whipped her hard, harder than he had before. This time when she groaned there a hint that the hit had hurt. The man rubbed the spot where he hit. His hand was surprisingly soft. The contrast from the whip to the hand made her shiver.

He shifted. He didn't want to smack her ass anymore. He took the riding crop and rested it under a nipple. He held it there for a few moments for the barest of touches can have the greatest effects. Sure enough, Gertrude's nipple had become erect. He then flicked the nipple with the crop. Gertrude hissed. He moved to the other side and rested the crop underneath her other nipple. He waited as he did before and then flicked. Gertrude grunted slightly.

"Put down the crop and get behind her." Hamlet ordered.

The other man put the crop back where it came from that move behind Gertrude. She could smell him now. It was a familiar scent but one she could not place at this present moment in time.

"Place your hand on her breasts and massage them." She felt the other man nod in response. He ran his hands along her side. Gertrude noticed that his hand weren't bare anymore. They were gloved in black leather. The leather was cool, not yet heated by the body heat it was coming in contact with. The leather glided down the side of Gertrude's breasts before cupping the base of them. The leather adjusted so that either nipple was being rubbed between two fingers. The man pulled his body closer. Gertrude could feel his arousal pressing up against her.

"Kiss her neck." Hamlet's voice broke. He was enjoying the show.

The man started gently nibbling at her neck and Gertrude moaned. This man was good with his mouth. He started massaging her breasts hard and unconsciously he started grinding his hips against her. Just as the man and Gertrude were really getting into it Hamlet spoke.

"Back away from her." He commanded. "We don't want to get her too excited just yet." The other man reluctantly let go. "Put her legs up and grab the crop again."

The other man hooked a bar to some chains. He moved Gertrude's feet so they were in front of the bar. The man then started pulling the bar up. The bar made contact with Gertrude's knees and pulled them up until they were level with her belly button. The man spread her legs and picked up the crop. He stood to the side. Gertrude guess he wanted to make sure Hamlet could see what was going on. He took the riding crop and stroked Gertrude's folds. Gertrude squirmed from the cold of the crop. The man kept on stroking Gertrude moving her wetness from clit to right before the anus. Gertrude started moaning. The strokes were enough of a stimulus to get her going. Before Gertrude could get any real pleasure out of it the man stopped. She glace at him pleading to continue but he ignored. He instead swatted her clit with the crop. Gertrude gasped.

"Keep on hitting her." Hamlet's voice was hoarse.

The man obliged. His swats didn't just stick to the clit they moved all around the area in between her legs. Gertrude was tingly. She enjoyed this feeling but was getting impatient. She wanted the intensity that her climax would bring.

"Undo her legs, bend her over and turn her to the side." Hamlet pulled his dick out from his pants. Gertrude could tell he wanted to stroke himself but he refrained he was waiting for something. The man put the crop away. He unhooked the bar and let it clank to the floor. He reached up and twisted Gertrude's chains so she now faced the wall. He then cranked the chains lower. He stopped and pushed her torso downward.

"Take her from behind. Don't put your hands on her breasts I want to see them swing." Hamlet ordered as he placed a hand on his cock.

Gertrude heard the rustling of fabric behind her. She then felt a hot cock place itself at her entrance. The man behind her exhaled before sliding into her. The man behind her started moving his hips and Hamlet started stroking himself in time with the other's hips movements. The man behind her picked up speed making her rock and her breasts swing. She heard Hamlet groan but that wasn't the only male moan that was started to fill the room. The man behind her was moaning up a storm and with the moans she finally knew who it was. Claudius. With that knowledge Gertrude came even closer to coming than she was before.

She took a glance as Hamlet and he wasn't even watching anymore. He was took consumed by his own pleasure. Claudius seemed to notice this as well, for he placed his hands, remarkably ungloved this time, on her breasts and caressed them. That set Gertrude off. She was now coming with a ferocity. Hamlet heard her orgasm and followed after her. Claudius was the only one still going, still helping Gertrude ride out her orgasm. He trusted into Gertrude one more time and shuddered as his climax came over him.