The unvoiced part was over. They had the money. They pulled into the rendezvous point when they were certain they had lost the cops.

If Tiffany and Mercedes were going to rob a coin bank, they were going to do it in style. Tiffany stood at almost 6 animal foot in her black heels, her cockeyed melanise dress could barely check her oft-selfied ass and made the space where her D cup titty met impossible not to mark. Above her bright red lipstick and Gucci tad, her long blonde fuzz was tied up in an intricate bun she told Mercedes that she had spent half an 60 minutes on, when it had, in fact, been an hour and fifteen. In each ear she wore a baseball diamond. Mercedes wore the same outfit in red, though she stood only 5'2 ”, but she had an even curvier waist and bigger pap than Tiffany. Her blue chocolate-brown hair was held back in twin braids, with otherwise the Sami cranium accessories as her partner.

If they failed, they wanted to at least flavor beautiful in their mugshots, but they didn't.

Each of them grabbed a bag from the trunk of the stolen Lexus that had outrun half the police force personnel, and sprinted towards the box truck waiting for them in the lot behind an abandon warehouse. Tiffany gave a thumbs up and the lights turned on. Mercedes opened the back, both girl jumped in, and the truck began to move as the girlfriend slid the door shut behind them. They had done their part, now shaft just needed to do his, taking them to a piazza where they could lay low for a while while peter used his electronic network of crooked suits to change state the 4 million dollars in the bags into tax give up holdings in an offshore account.

As they rumbled along in the darkness, Tiffany and Mercedes held hands to keep themselves steady, but that embrace gradually turned into a buss and Mercedes'veracious deal gradually slid up the inside of Tiffany's thigh under what petty was covered by her tight, pitch-dark dress. They had never done this before, but they had never felt this surge before, and within minutes, Mercedes had two fingers inside Tiffany as she occasionally broke their kiss to let out a moan.

After another half hour in darkness, the hand truck stopped. peter was the first thing the girls saw when the gate opened. A man in his tardy thirties, he had tanned cutis and stood at 6'3 ”, wearing a polo shirt that struggled to contain his muscular arms. His case was obscured by a neatly trimmed reddish-brown beard, a special K trucker hat and a ridiculous pair of fake glasses that looked like they belonged to an ‘ 80s situation comedy dad. They had never worked with him on a job before, but there was something about him that they just trusted, and he hadn't done them wrong so far, with the 4 million in Cash being transferred from the claim bank branch he said it would, exactly when he said it would.

The flush Louis Comfort Tiffany and Mercedes felt was unrivaled by anything in their lives. After each of them had spent the five days since in high spirits schooltime gradation baring and burning through money as quickly as it came, they decided they needed more, they started stealing jewellery. When that wasn't enough, they moved up to high-end automobiles, and that's how they met dick, who let them in on the opportunity of a life-time. They now each had plenty money to last them for year before they ran out and needed to cipher out what to do next. That triumphal feeling was as brief as it was blissful, as whatever was on those cloths St. Peter shoved in front of their faces went to lick quickly.

Louis Comfort Tiffany awoke first. She was still wearing the Lapp wearing apparel and blackguard she had been wearing when she held up the first-class honours degree National Bank, but her arms and wooden leg were spread out and she couldn't relocation. She realized the feeling of cold-blooded alloy on her articulatio radiocarpea and ankles was directly responsible for for the fact that neither her wrists nor ankle were capable of going very far. She felt a press around her neck, not choking but as if she were wearing an uncomfortable polo-neck. They were in a windowless room, lit by the scandalmongering lambency incandescent bulbs. The walls and ceiling were covered with foam that looked to her like the interior of an egg cartonful, but for a million eggs. At one wall was a melanize leather couch, at the other end was a metal toilet, and there was some kind of orotund rolling locker in the midriff of the room.

A groan across the room let her have a go at it that Mercedes had awoken as well, and as soon as she did, the door opened and shaft walked in.

"Whaa thhh f..fuck Pitttrrr"Tiffany struggled to blunder out out, still woozy from the downer.

Peter smirked, with that Saame dimpled smile and perfect set of teeth that convinced them to fully realise their lifelong dream of living as malefactor which was, to this point, not going well. He had ditched the trucker hat, but its pitting still showed in his curly brown hair's-breadth.

"kudos, sleeping looker. You made America's most wanted ! But ... there was soul who wanted you even more… or wanted to pay Thomas More than Uncle Sam could at least"He chuckled as he grinned widely.

"We'll pay you, we'll let you have the money"Louis Comfort Tiffany pleaded as she began to go fully conscious

"What, the money you left in my hand truck ? That's my money ? I don't see any Thomas More for you to let me have"

"We sto.. We slip"Mercedes stammered as she struggled to understand her ordeal"We stole that ... money fair and square ”.

"And I stole you comely and solid"Peter quipped back."While I sat in a truck eating chicken annexe, you delivered me my own personal mountain of unclean money. It's hard to expend I must allow, but valuable if you know the powerful people."He loomed over Mercedes'chained body with a seductive smile"At the Sami clip, you two also delivered me something just as valuable to the proper person"

pecker reached out and grabbed each of Tiffany's ass cheeks through her dress and squeezed. She could find his hard on under his jeans.

"Two hot art object of ass."he continued"And you know what ? with the buyer I found, I think you noblewoman might just enjoy this more than prison."

"May I Introduce you to your new master… or should I say mistress"shaft smiled, his big powerful frame standing in stark line to their attender, trap organic structure that shivered in their shackles as he covered their mouths with tape.

"Angela !"He called out as he made a beckoning motility

The auditory sensation of heels clicked down the hall like half a horse. A lithe figure walked towards them, moving her pelvic arch back and forth seductively as each substructure clicked in front of the other, closing the room access behind her with a tatty thud.

She had pale tegument and a face that looked as if it had spent several lifetimes looking down on others in scorn, with her black pilus slicked back in a blotto ponytail and her jacket and skirt making her expression like she had just stepped out of a boardroom.

"Very nicely done, I can always enumerate on you"Angela smiled at Peter"Now I take it you have verified the funds are in your account."

"Indeed."

"And as for the other component part of our agreement, these are now my miniature, I have paid for them, and I am allowing you to play with them, but you play by my rules. The only thing separating you from them is you can say the good word and I'll kick you out to go jerk off on your little plenty of money you just acquired. What did you tell them your name was this time ? Please tell me you didn't plectron something priapic again like Woody or Rod"

"Uhh… Pete"

"So predictable"Angela looked at him with an malefic grin"Are you ready"

"Yes ma'am"he winked back.

"Yes kept woman !"She barked back as him"While you are in this room my figure, and my entirely name is schoolmarm, and there will be consequences for failure to treat me by the adjust figure"

"Yes schoolma'am"Peter replied seductively.

Angela turned to look at her new accomplishment and looked at Tiffany first, holding up something in her hand.

"YOU FUCKING gripe YOU LET US GO RI ..."Tiffany screamed, her requirement paused as she began to convulse.

"You may feature been wondering ..."Angela interrupted"about your new necklaces."

Angela held out a small, black remote control

"Any time you do something a good slave wouldn't do ..."she pushed a button and both girls spasmed from the electric automobile stupor"You get punished"

"Now"she turned to Mercedes"are you my slave, and do you want me to use you however you want"

"Yes"She signed, looking down in resignation.

bzzt

"That's not the right answer"Angela shook her head.

"Yes, mistress !"she shouted back obediently.

"Much sound, and as for you"she turned to Tiffany

"Fuck you fuck you fuck"

bzzzzzzzzzzt

she slumped over

"She'll pay for that later"the mistress warned, putting a objet d'art of tape over the blonde's mouth.

"Now"said Angela to Saint Peter the Apostle"As a reward for delivering such beautiful commodity, I'll let you pick which pussy you get to blow your first encumbrance in"

Peter uttered a phrase he lived by at the line roulette table…

"I always bet on black"he grinned at Tiffany as she snarled

"Well then"Angela grinned back at him with an even more evil look"you could have done that if you had called me by the correct public figure, but since you felt the need to block your spot in this agreement, you will beg me right now to let you blow your number 1 load in my ass or you will not be allowed to cum at all"

Peter got on his stifle

"Please, Mistress"he pleaded"May I blow my burden in your asshole"

She slapped his face

"That didn't sound very sincere"

He lowered his drumhead and clasped his hand together"Please may I blow my freight in your asshole before you let me touch any of your miniature"

Slowly, she grabbed the her hip and lowered a zipper. As she slid her dame off, it became apparent that there were no pantie underneath. She raised her leg to range her heel on the side of the couch, and two shining objects glinted in the dim glow of the light bulbs : A silver he-man through her clitoris hood and a crystal at the end of a stub plug.

"I'm not going to ready it that easy for you, you are going to first need to prove to me that your stopcock is skilful than what's already in there… and this ..."Angela twisted the plug in her ass and it started to make a vibrating noise"Doesn't come out until you make me cum"

pecker hastily discarded his pants and boxer briefs, struggling around his own fully tumid cock. Angela pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his hairy, scarred chest of drawers and six pack abs and leaving him naked while she remained fully clothed above the waist. He lowered Angela's physical structure onto the couch. Lifting up her leg, he began to rub his finger up and down her pussy, but it was barely necessary, as she was already dripping wet. He slid his erect shaft in, pumping to match the motion of Angela'hips. With a rid hand, Angela rubbed her clit and played with her jewellery as she began to moan louder and louder. She grabbed Peter's ass and gripped hard enough to almost describe profligate

"Ugh.. almost"

As he continued to thrust in and out of Angela, her eyes rolled back in her head as she fidgeted with her clitoris, tool struggled not to cum simultaneously as she pulled his waist closer and her cunt constricted around his cock.

Angela composed herself and got up. She lifted a leg onto the edge of the couch, and removed the fire hydrant from her ass, pulling until it popped out. It was much with child than it looked, about 3 in in diameter.

"So, black is your pet ?"she said, walking over to Louis Comfort Tiffany, still stretched in her shackle."Then she can clean the taste perception of my ass off of your hammer, as for red, she can clean it off of this"

With a Sceloporus occidentalis motion, Angela opened Mercedes'jaws, and before a give-and-take could come out of her rima oris, the warm end of the spangly buttplug went in.

"You better not take in cum yet"she scorned tool

"No, mistress"

She leaned up against the frame of reference that held Mercedes, pointing her ass out at Peter while lowering her brow seductively, beckoning with her fingerbreadth. He took her from behind, powerfully thrusting his cock in and out of her sphincter as she dug her nails into the form of her prisoner for reenforcement, tearing at the fabric of Mercedes'once-glamorous red garb as she pushed back with her ass equally hard as shaft was pushing into her with his stopcock. He was barely able to last two moment before letting out a gasp as Angela felt the warmheartedness fill her interior.

"sanctum shit"she screamed as peter's still-erect cock slid out of her. After catching her breathing place, she grabbed something from the locker and walked to the side of the apparatus holding Mercedes and turned a crank, causing the frame holding her to spread out, leaving her hanging on her back, with her face pointed towards the ceiling. peter did the same to Tiffany's figure, rotating hers slightly more so that her feet were slightly above her head.

"Now"Angela said as she looked into Mercedes'eyes"You amend not let one free fall hit the level"
Angela took the butt quid out of her sassing, and lowered her ass over Mercedes'human face. As the brunette licked her rectum clear, Angela pulled out the magic wand massager she had just grabbed from the cabinet and held it against her cunt. She began to groan, and Mercedes could experience the warmly juices dripping down towards here eyes, but could do nothing to stop it.

Angela signaled towards St. Peter and he wasted no fourth dimension ripping the tape measure off Tiffany's mouth and jamming the integrality of his tool into her throat. She gagged from the gustation of the foamy mixture of lube and cum covering his member, but had no choice but to imbibe his cock clean as he held the back of her school principal.

Meanwhile, Angela began to scream out in ecstasy. satisfy with her cleanup, she fell to the floor and splayed her legs out and pushed the magic verge towards her clitoris with her full intensity. She threw the wand to the ground and laid back, coat of arms splayed out in the Saami position as her captives, but unfettered, as her estrus run and her breathing gradually showed.

"Enough, Peter"Angela shouted

"Yes, kept woman"he replied obediently as he pulled his cock out of Tiffany's mouth

Tiffany could n't see what was happening, her head tilted downwards away from Angela and tool, but she heard a drawer slide open. She heard a whistling sound and suddenly the left side of her pussy felt as if it had been bit by a cobra. Tiffany screamed out in agony

"Scream all you want, sweetie, this place is soundproof"

Tiffany heard that dread whistle again as the whip struck her cunt in exactly the Sami spot, but with Thomas More annoyance. The fabric of her apparel and panties did nothing to blunt it.

"I'm going to be merciful. At any meter, you can adjudge that you are my slave and beg me to use you I will only hit you 3 Thomas More times, or you can keep yelling ‘ fuck you'which in my oral communication means ‘ hit harder'”

before a word could come out of her lip, Louis Comfort Tiffany felt the whip lash her interior thigh, spreading the bother further out

"I am your ss… slave"she sobbed"please use me"

"What was that"Angela turned to Peter"Sounded like she just said nookie you again, well I must not be hitting difficult enough"

"I am your aaaahhhh"Louis Comfort Tiffany screamed as the business organisation end of the whip made tangency with her clit.

"I am your hard worker, please use me !"she blurted out as quickly as possible

"You're much better than me at this, Peter"she said to him in a condescending feel"but I know you can hit harder"

Tiffany could only stare at the back wall and delay for her punishment as Angela walked into her field of view. Angela, still bottomless, leaned against the wall and played with her perforated pussy as the whiplash stung Tiffany's increasingly sore pussycat 1, 2, 3 times, each more painful that the last and with more clip in between to retrieve about it. Angela masturbated harder with each stroke, mocking Tiffany's painfulness with her own pleasure. Once the final stroke hit, Louis Comfort Tiffany held back tears and breathed deeply, relieved that it was over.

"We really did a number on you"Angela smiled, proudly inspecting the battered red physical body between Tiffany's stage, bearing weal in the figure of her preferred instrument. She crouched beneath the apparatus suspending Tiffany and hiked her clothes above her waist. Using two fingers, she pulled back on Tiffany's scanty, giving her bruised flesh a abominable wedgie that cut at Louis Comfort Tiffany's bruised cunt with a stabbing pain until finally the battered material gave way. She then walked towards Mercedes, and rolled her dress up in the same fashion.

"Holy hell, you're enjoying this more than I am !"She exclaimed as she stuck her fingers into the messiness of viscid fluids that had engulfed Mercedes'undergarment and spilled onto the rear of her dress. Angela yanked at the back of Mercedes'panties as hard as she could, but the fluids had made them unattackable and they didn't ease up way, giving Mercedes a taste of what her partner had just endured. Angela yanked with both manpower, stretching the red panties almost over the shoulders. Mercedes screamed as the panties finally tore. They felt in Angela's handwriting as if they had been dipped in melted butter. She rubbed them against Mercedes'clitoris before the painfulness had a hazard to fully assume clutch. As the brunette came closer and closer to orgasm, Angela stopped abruptly, and with a forceful motion, stuffed the panties inside her, making them evaporate completely. She then did the Saame with Louis Comfort Tiffany's discarded panties, easily stuffing them into Mercedes'well-lubricated slit.

Mercedes was overcome by a rush of different sensations as she felt her cold simpleness forcing her body to revolve back into a vertical position as she squeezed her pussy around the objects inside of it to alleviate the pain sensation caused by taking one of those objects off of it.

As her rotation came to a stoppage, she watched her mistress open another drawer of the large rolling cabinet and draw out out an even longer party whip, this one with nine tail on the end.

Without saying a word, Angela took the lash in her right hand and swung at Mercedes'midriff, with an arm apparent motion like she was swinging a tennis racket from pit.

The material of Mercedes'red garb did small to subside the pain, as she had gone from the brink of orgasm a mo ago to the polar extreme. She clenched her muscular tissue again, repeating the kegel exercises she had practiced for year to try and deflect from the stinging botheration.

Tiffany soon felt the Sami pain, as the whip tore her attire on impact, leaving mar below that gradually reddened. The following CVA hit Mercedes again, exposing the delicate physique of her lower chest to the whip's merciless sting. The second blow hit Tiffany in the right nipple with one of the tails, causing a spike in pain to match that going on a few feet below.

"Now the fun constituent"Angela had a roguish feeling on her nerve as she pulled a distich of scissors out of the storage locker and made a snipping motion.

"One of you is going to have to learn the rest of these whiplash without the shelter of your pretty little dress, the early one will feature to take an extra hit"she waved the pair of scissors at them"Who wants to get raw"

Both girls were mum

"Oh come on, this thing can't be that bad on bare flesh… cock"she held up the whip. Peter clenched in anticipation of the party whip on his flesh but instead she tossed it to him and bent over, holding her jacket crown up to expose as much flesh as possible

"Don't be a little beef, hard as you can"

Taking time to adjust his traction, Peter swung the whip at Angela's backside, striking directly on her cheek

"Ahhhhh"she recoiled"Yeaahhh"she rubbed her ass where the whip had hit her face, red First Baron Marks of Broughton beginning to show.

"That all you got ?"she taunted Simon Peter, bending back over.

A second smack hit Angela's other cheek so hard it nearly knocked her to the reason. She walked back to Peter as if she were a runway model on a catwalk and took the whip into her hand.

"So"she perked up and smiled"Two cilium, or misplace the clothes, what'll it be ?"

Both of them immediately balked at the idea of two More collision and blurted out"I'll do it"

"No ‘ delight schoolma'am take my garb off'? Well then it's settled, both of you lose the dresses and both of you get whipped two More clock time"

Tiffany wanted to scream out in protestation but knew that would only lead in more punishment. She held still as Angela snipped away and her jimmy garment fell to the story in shreds, bearing her big, round nipple and shaved, swollen pussy to everyone in the room. Mercedes couldn't assistance but let out the slightest moan as Angela grabbed at the cleavage of her dress and stock split it down the midriff with the scissors. Angela snipped at the left shoulder strap of the apparel, but as she grabbed the right strap to remove the final stage piece, she also grabbed one of Mercedes'twist, and with one clip of the pair of scissors, severed both the dress and a foot farsighted section of hair.

"Oops"Angela shrugged, waving what she had just cut off in social movement of Mercedes'face so she could see what it was. She knelt down to her slave's cunt and postponed the jolt of losing such a declamatory piece of her care for whisker by tickling her button with her own sever plait. Mercedes shook violently, her exposed nipples hardening as if the room had just dropped 10 degrees in temperature. As Mercedes was about to orgasm, Angela reached two finger in her kitty-cat and both couple of panties fell out with a splat. At the utmost second before orgasm was inevitable, Mercedes pulled the art object of tomentum away and tossed it in the corner.

Angela rubbed the welt on her ass and turned to Peter.

"Now hit them harder than you hit me."

While Peter administered the blows, Angela removed what was left of her clothing, her bra popping away to reveal a set of humble but perky mamilla with half-inch rings in each nipple. After enduring two more than lashes apiece, the girls bellies looked like the Earth's surface of March as they hung from their hamper.

Angela pulled a new whip out of the console, this one was midst and made of svelte, braided leather that reflected the minimal lighting. She stroked the politic finishing, walking between the build that held her captives.

whack ! The whip hit Tiffany's posterior, focusing all of its force on a small area and forcing out an anguished thigh-slapper. Angela was unmerciful towards Mercedes, hitting gamey and wrapping around to perfectly hit her erect nipple with the end of the whip. Mercedes shrieked out, her point jerking and swinging her remaining braid as she once again experienced her most dreadful experience of the night.

After four Thomas More eyelash to each slave, Angela returned to the cabinet and pulled out a canvas bag and a tray.

"I'm going to make you three options this metre. The first off, is five more throw from my friend here"She swung the lash menacingly"The second option"She twisted her teat in her hand and then toyed with her clit"Is you get a set of piercings to agree mine… and the third… the tierce is the mystery bag"

She turned to Mercedes first. The mentation of five more than cilium from that thing made three phonograph needle seem pleasant by equivalence, and she didn't even want to daydream of what kind of sadistic enigma her cruel mistress had dreamed up, so she wasted little time choosing

"Please mistress give me piercings to correspond yours"she said, having learned a lesson in manners from the end round.

Angela turned to Peter"She chose pretty quick, Do you consider I made that too easy ?"

"Yeah I don't know, three versus five, seems like an easy pick ”.

"well"said Angela"I've got an thought, but it will claim a second. I see you raided granddaddy's practice of medicine cabinet"she snickered and pointed at his cock which had been erect the entire time."Why don't you give the blonde one's pussy a effective hammering, don't be too gentle."

"Yes Mistress !"

Simon Peter lurched to Louis Comfort Tiffany's stretched, restrained torso. Grabbing Tiffany's shoulders for support, he thrust upwards into her torture pussycat, each apparent movement inward and outward reigniting every bit of infliction but also reminding her how good it felt when things feel respectable.

Meanwhile, Angela picked up a tray and opened a charge card wrapper that contained a thick acerate leaf. Making sure to be directly in the brunette's line if sight and make eye striking, she unwrapped another mail boat that contained an alcohol swab and rubbed it on both incline of her outer labia. After placing a small mirror on the priming coat to give her a better aspect, she took a pair of clamps from the tray and bit down on the lip on the aright side of her pussy, pulling to stretch it outward. Slowly and with a unbendable hand, she pushed the needle through her own labia until it came out the other side of meat, then added a ring very to the single in her nipples to the end of the acerate leaf and pulled through with an"ungh ”.

Next to her, Tiffany's cries of bother interspersed with occasional pleasance were becoming rallying cry of pleasure interspersed with periodic pain.

As stoically as the starting time one, she tightly clamped her other lip and repeated the process.

"There, now it's fair, five needles instead of five lashes"

Next to her, Tiffany's volume steadily increased as she began to call like a banshee. She yelled that she was coming, a fact that everyone else in the room was keenly aware of, and with one last sinewy thrust, Peter seemed to do the like simultaneously. There was a spatter on the ground below Tiffany as shaft pulled out.

"Now… ‘ tool'” she rolled her center, making air quotes with her hands"It looks like you've made a mountain, you better clean that up"sticking her tongue out at him to suggest what he should use to do so.

As tool bent over to clobber his jizz off the floor, Angela turned to Mercedes"How tragic, you seem to be the one who wants to cum, but blondie was allowed to cum before you ?"

"I think it would be funny if I never let you cum again"she whispered into her captive's ear, ruffling what was left of the tomentum on the right side of Mercedes'head as she shook her head word in panic, her once-fussed-over hair now looking like that of a cleaning woman who just escaped from an insane asylum.

"Tell you what, if you want your orgasm exclusive right, you need to garner them"

"Please let me earn my orgasm privileges mistress"The striver barked back almost reflexively at this point.

"fountainhead"She grabbed Mercedes'shoulder and rubbed her pussy against the knuckle down's leg, dragging the three man of alloy against it and leaving behind a stripe of moisture and two small spots of blood. She again whispered"Your friend will go first, if you want to be allowed to cum, you will do what she does in addition to the piercings. speech sound like a deal ?"

"Yes mistress, please let me earn the right to cum"the slave pleaded submissively.

"wellspring it sounds like it's your turn, blondie, and you're down to two options"She picked up the canvas bag about the size of a purse, it's contents rattling ominously, and took the tenacious cilium in her other handwriting"Your choice, this whiplash will hit you five More time, but there could be anything in this bag"

Louis Comfort Tiffany considered what the sorry affair in that bag could be, and with seemingly her entire body sore from the lashes of versatile whips, the worst she could think of matter to be in the bag could be a whip, which is why she yelled out"Please kept woman, the bag !"

Smirking as she walked behind her striver, Angela briefly stopped to look up to the knockout in front of her and touched herself knowing they were about to be beautiful in a very different way, then placed the bag down where neither striver was in a position to see it. Up to this breaker point, Tiffany's intricate hairstyle had stayed in place, but she felt it unravel as her satiny gentle blonde hair brushed gently against her back as it fell almost to her shank in utter scroll.

Tiffany couldn't see what Angela was pulling out of the bag, but she felt something metallic at the poll of her pass and suddenly heard a loudly buzzing and felt a vibration move down the back of her scalp as she realized what was happening. Her brain was being shaved. Her esteem hairsbreadth that she had spent countless hours shampooing, conditioning and styling, the tomentum that her customers at the nine in her past aliveness had loved to stroke as she sat in their laps, was becoming debris on the concrete floor as all that was left behind the clipper ship was a path of stalk too short to see with its yellow color, and she was completely powerless to stop it. With each straits her header became lighter and the pile of blonde curl on the storey grew, until there was nothing left hand for Angela to destroy. She covered Louis Comfort Tiffany's head and eyebrows in shaving foam, and with a safety razor, removed the last traces or tomentum from Louis Comfort Tiffany's scalp.

"Welp, guess I can't song you blondie anymore"the mistress shrugged.

Mercedes couldn't see what was going on, but she could say what was about to go on to her. Half her hair was ruined anyway. Angela buzzed off the shortened English first, reducing it to nothing but dark stalk in under a mo. instead than shave the other side, she spread foam over the stubble and made the entire right incline of Mercedes'head word completely smooth out.

Next, Angela picked the piercing tools back up off the level. Wasting no sentence, she grabbed Mercedes'ample right breast and closed the clamps on the pap, the bruise from the whip making it palpate as if razor abrupt talons were biting her. The bother from the clamp was so intense, she barely noticed the needle thrust through her nipple, or the ring being pulled through. It wasn't the first time that nipple had been pierced.

The bare mistress squatted down to center on her cunt. When the indorse needle went through, there was less pain from the clamp to overwhelm out the hustle, and Mercedes eyes opened wide-eyed, though she kept herself from making a sound as Angela applied the band.

Angela stood up and admired her work.

Peter rubbed his pharmaceutical-aided erection as he watched."It's a work of art, mistress"

"wellspring, sometimes the best art is only temp"the schoolmarm sighed, picking up the clippers and springing them back to life. She held Mercedes'remaining braid and pulled it as she passed the clippers over her head, slowly severing the braid until it all came off at once and Angela held up her prize. Wearing it around her neck like a fur, she lathered up the rest of the former brunette's scalp and scraped away what the clipper left behind.

Returning to the piercing equipment, she finished piercing the rest of her slave's shivering body, saving the clit strong-armer for utmost. Angela put her clapper to her break one's back's cunt and licked the droplets of parentage with the tip. As she flicked the newly installed clit piercing with her tongue as so many cooperator had done to her, Mercedes pushed her rosehip forward. Angela twisted her newly pierced nipples, now stimulating all of her break one's back's newly jeweled speckle with some part of her, licking every inch of her cunt and stimulating each new ring in circles with her tongue as the hard worker lost mastery over the gyration of her wide hips. As the mistress licked the inside of her kitty like a English bulldog getting the hold up leftover of a jar of peanut butter, Mercedes moaned louder and louder and, as promised, Angela did not intercept until all of her pent up intimate energy was let out into one nuclear sexual climax that caused her to briefly suffer consciousness.

To be Continued ...