The clams Cane Plantation - Chapter 4


When she awoke, Eric was still sleeping but June was already up. Finishing in the bathroom she slipped out, trying not to wake Eric, into the other elbow room where she found June.

June smiled and greeted her. Artemis asked her if they should go to breakfast or wait for Eric. June looked at with a peculiar expression and replied"Neither right now love. I have something that I need very a lot like for you to do for me ”.

Cynthia assured her she would and wondered why she even asked. June smiled, stepped over and put her implements of war around her and whispered"thank you love, then it's prison term for us to go to the dungeon ”.

Cynthia thought that they had tested the bounce yesterday, but at this point would deny June goose egg."Of row Ma'am"she answered and began taking off the wearing apparel she had just put on.

"No lover"June said as she put her helping hand over Cynthia's to stop her from undoing the button on her blouse."Not you today. Today it will be me !"

Cynthia was confused and bewildered, and also suddenly apprehensive. All she had seen of June since the two had met was the strong prevailing womanhood. She had seen her interact with Henry Martyn Robert in his submissive role, and of line she ruled Eric ruthlessly. Her own submission at June's hands had been overwhelming. For June to be the submissive… it was hard to grasp.

Artemis tried to come to grips with the idea. Yes, June had mentioned that she was a nuisance slut and enjoyed submitting on occasion. Cynthia had accepted it when June mentioned it, but this was different.

She looked into June's eyes."Love I would do anything for you, and if this is what you want I'll try. I just don't know if I'll be any honest at."

"Of course you will. You've got the pent up sadistic streak in you. I've watched you. If for some rationality you really, really find it bothers you, Henry Martyn Robert will be more than happy to make me belly laugh. It's just that I'd so much rather it was you love"

Cynthia, sounding more assured by far than she really was hugged June and whispered in here ear"Don't trouble my dearest, you'll be screaming before too long, but I think I'll make it finally a farseeing time ”.

June kissed her deeply and thanked her. Arm in arm the two left the sleeping Eric in the bedroom and headed for the striver quarters.

Halfway there June turned to Cynthia and simply said"thank you ”. Artemis responded that she would do anything for her, but June interrupted her."No. give thanks you for remembering about my relationship with Eric and not making me walk down here chained and naked ”.

Admittedly the thought had crossed her mind, as Cynthia think back her own journey yesterday, wrist chained behind her, hobbling in leg irons and naked for anyone wandering by to see. But she actually wanted a instant to speak to June, to get a better tone of what June wanted, before she actually restrained her sexy booster, and told her so.

"You'll be just fine. And besides, there are some things that will spend a penny it easy for you.

One thing that turns me on a lot is if you make me suggest ways for me to be tortured.

It's sort of a devil's quandary knowing that if I suggest something bad, you'll do it to me, and if I suggest something not bad enough I'll get worse. All kind of mental gymnastics that we can put to use. You'll be fine love ! ! !

By now they had reached the door, but as June explained, they lingered outside. It was as if the door was not just a forcible threshold but a mental one as well and both women wanted to guide a moment before they crossed it.

As Cynthia digested this, June continued."And later, once you've got me fixed as you want me, and amused yourself, you can invite Henry M. Robert to participate. I'll leave that up to you. He's incredibly sadistic, especially since he knows what a pain slut I can be, and I do sort of owe him a crack at me. It's your song lovemaking ”.

Cynthia pulled June to her and kissed her deeply."Are you set up make out ?"she asked taking a deeply breath.

"Yes love - I'm ready, and Cynthia, one request ”. As Cynthia still holding her ending and looking into her eyes waited expectantly, June continued.."I really, really need to scream for you."

As she finished, she reached into her pocket and handed Cynthia a brace of handcuffs that she been carrying. Cynthia took the cuff and feeling a wave of emotion flow over her said simply"striptease"

It was as if a switching had been flipped. The whole dynamic between them went tumbling end over end as Cynthia spotter June standing in the sunlight by the threshold begin removing her clothes.

The blouse and bra. She noted how incredibly hot her friend looked standing there topless, still wearing jeans and her boots. She shed her rush and reached for the waist of her jeans when Cynthia stopped her.

pickings her arm and turning her around, Artemis locked her wrists behind her back, making sure the handlock were close.

She then turned her back around and stepped back to take her new captive. She really did expect sexy with her nipple hardening, pulled back arms exposing her breast more prominently.

Deciding to leave her partially clothed, Cynthia took hold of her arm and marched her through the room access, down the long room where striver had once slept, to that room she had visited only day ago, but seemed like an eternity.

Once inside the playroom, she stopped her ward, and unfastened her belt and the picnic on her blue jean, pulling them down, noticing that June had elected to antedate underwear in expectation. Holding her as she stepped out of her jeans, she studied her Quaker, now completely naked.

"Before we really get started, I want to hit the books my holding for the day. Position one"she ordered.

Though it was difficult with her paw cuffed behind her, June complied as quickly as she could, eventually ending up on her backbone with her cuff hand under her.

She obediently brought her legs up and back, as far as she could without the use of her bridge player to help, and spread her branch as far as she could, lying there patiently..

Cynthia marveled at the sight presented.

The mental of the ascendence and submission drove itself dwelling again.

Of course she'd seen June defenseless before. They made do it together and she'd spent what seemed corresponding hr between her legs, worshipping the very kitty that was on display for her now.

But this was different. She was clothed, June was naked. June was exposing herself on command, and was spreading her legs wide so that her confidant parts could be studied for Cynthia's amusement.

Artemis felt the dampness between her own wooden leg and screw instantly that all would be finely. This was like topping Eric or Henry Martyn Robert, but this was June so it was so much best ! !

And yes, she knew that she would revel hearing her protagonist and devotee scream ! !

As June lay there obediently Cynthia reached out and began to tease her, letting her fingers slide along the labia, lightly rubbing the still covered and hide clit. As she teased and stroked her absorbed she asked her.

"Well tell me June, and be fair. What drives you really, really wild ? Not promising that I'll oblige you - I have my own programme, but I want to know what's going on in the oceanic abyss dark corners of that judgement ”.

"I enjoy having my breasts and pussy tortured Ma'am"she started.

Cynthia cut her off."That's tits and cunt, and from now on you are slut ”.

Was June actually blushing slightly ? No - must be her imaging she thought as June continued.

"Sorry Ma'am. strumpet craves having her tits and puss tortured"

"We'll talk later about what you've had done to them, for now I want you in restraint that is going to be as uncomfortable as possible for a spell. You know more about all the toy dog here, so give me some alternative for an cover posture for you. One that will hurt."

Cynthia could not think the words she was saying. It was like a hide personality was latching on to June's pain adulteress Psyche and going forward.

June, still lying back completely exposed, hesitated just briefly."Ma'am this slut should probably be put on the cavalry of the rest of the morning ”.

When Cynthia ordered her to show her, June, first asking permission, wrestled herself up and led Cynthia over to a device in the corner that Cynthia had not noticed before.

"This is the gymnastic horse Ma'am"June said as they stood before the wooden social structure. Four sturdy legs held two insipid slope that leaned together, forming a narrow ridge at the top.

"It will cause slut tone down to serious bother for as long as you choose to hold her on it"

"Demonstrate"Artemis ordered.

Obediently, June, getting on her tip toes moved to range the twist, the two sides spreading near the bottom of the inning forcing her to disperse her legs, with her crotch resting on the narrow ridgepole.

Cynthia noticed two Seth of shoulder strap on the face pieces, toward the rear. June noticing her coup d'oeil said"yes Ma'am, those are for slut's feet. Using them insures that all of the weight is on her cunt."

Artemis began enjoying this prospect very much. She could see how this thing could be extremely painful, very quickly.

She rubbed her own genitalia through her short circuit, enjoying the erotic virtuoso as she imagined how June's slit might be feeling.

In the thick of her thoughts about the destiny of June's vulva, June interjected -"if Ma'am chooses, there are sealed refinements that can be added ”.

"Describe and explain so that you can experience them ”.

:"Yes Ma'am. First a neckband with a strap to connect slovenly woman's wrist.

Cynthia found it nearby and buckled it around June's cervix. Then pulling the cuffed wrists into the small of the adorable woman's back, she fastened the snatch up clipping. Her captive would not be capable to use her manpower to lift herself off the horse.

"Thank you Ma'am. succeeding, there is a leather field hood. Ma'am might put that on my head.

Cynthia, knowing that June would soon show up her the entire menu of torments found the bonnet and slipped it over her fan's head.

Openings for nose and back talk insured slowly ventilation, but view was taken away. Laces at the spine allowed it to be tightened around the dupe's head. Cynthia could only imagine the star of nighttime, sightless labor !

"Tit clamp are on the mesa over there along with a bungee cord Ma'am.. They will keep loose woman's teat in considerable pain"

Sure enough, Cynthia retrieved two deplorable looking trefoil clamps to which were attached two relatively strong caoutchouc cords.

She stopped to bait first one, then the other of her lover's nipples erect. Then opening each fountain loaded clamp in turn, settled them on the presented teat. She made for certain that the steer of the clamps bit correct at the base of each nipple. June's penetrating inlet of intimation as she clamp bit told her they were quite effective.

"Now if Ma'am chooses, I can help assure this will experience considerable agony and discomfort for as long as Ma'am would care ”.

June continued."fornicatress should be fixed so that she can not move Ma'am. There is a ring behind me. A leather strap can be used to connect the dorsum of the bonnet to the ring.

Cynthia was getting the exposure very quickly and probably could have finished on her own, but listening to June giving instructions for her own straining was hot. June had been right.

She was loving this !

"Slut's titty should now be put in more pain sensation Ma'am. The bungee cords on the clinch can be fastened to the ring in front of me. Once slut's boob are fastened, tightening the head shoulder strap will insure fixedness and considerable pain."

Cynthia needed no more encouragement.

She stretched the galosh bungee until she could fix the hooks to the ring at the front man of the knight. This had the outcome of causing June to not only cry out, but to run forward, trying desperately to diminish the pinching and stretching of her mammilla.

She then walked behind her captive and began pulling and tightening the head strap.

low gear just June's head was pulled back and Cynthia was gear up to stop."Ma'am this loose woman needs to suffer more if Ma'am pleases, so the strap can be tightened.

Cynthia pulled and tugged and the event was stunning. Beautiful breasts stretched and pulled forward, while the hooded head was pulled backward.

"Thank you Ma'am for providing the penalisation slut deserves.

The shoemaker's last two steps if you please Ma'am"will add to it."

Cynthia told her to go on.

"Ma'am may need to form for certain that slut's cunt is open and spread head by the ridge, and then batten down slut's ankle joint to the English of the horse."

Artemis knew that this whole combination was excruciating, but the final instruction manual were going to make it pure underworld.

Cynthia was beyond caring though.

Working on getting her naked fan onto the cavalry and restrained had started her juices flowing. Perhaps June really had unleashed a monster.

Leaning over, she inspected June's vulva, already crushed and pressed along the minute ridgeline. She reached down and tugged and pulled at the outer mouth, realizing how foxy and wet they were, until each was on the ridgeline, spread. The edge of the ridgeline dug cruelly into the attender membranes of her spread pussy.

Artemis took each foot and fastened it with a strap to the face of the horse, behind her.

The end result was a picture of pure torment.

June could move slightly forward, though not practically, by tilting her head further back. But while this ever so slightly lessened the tension on her nipples, it put More of her weight on her pussy, especially her clit. Leaning back took some weighting off the nominal head of her pussy, but stretched her pap even more.

June looked so lovely sitting on the gymnastic horse, moaning softly. Cynthia could not assist put lean over and kiss her.

Cynthia found herself getting more and more turned on. June was completely immobile and already in considerable pain. Deciding to add still one more matter for her to think about, Artemis found the whippet that June had used the night before. Though she could not see it, June knew what it was when placed it in the blond's cuffed hands.

"For your tits when I come back"she whispered into June's ear."

I'll be leaving you now love."she said as she gently stroked her devotee's face."I've never been on one of these, but I can imagine you're already in a lot of pain, and of line it will get spoiled. I'll be thinking of you over breakfast. Goodbye Love."

June could do cypher but moan in the dark silence imposed by the hoodlum. Time was meaningless. In the inky blackness she could do aught but sit on the horse cavalry, the ridge digging into her sensible inner membranes, her genital organ bearing her weight and notion as if it were going to split. The moment went by, the pain just grew and grew and there was nothing she could do.

As Cynthia left, she tried to put up the issue and exploitation.

She had already decided after yesterday that nothing stranger could encounter. Now of form she had once again been damage. Her Friend and fan had tossed everything upside down ! !

But as with everything else she had experienced in the incredibly myopic time, this left her sweep over with pure animalistic luxuria.

concluding night she had been naked, exposing herself, pleasing both men and women with her mouth, hoping desperately that on one would desire to fuck her freshly whipped kitty-cat.

Today, she was walking to a belatedly breakfast having left her lover sitting on the sawhorse in considerable pain that would only get worse.

It was the last that was blowing her mind.

Last night she had felt so incredibly submissive to June. Sitting au naturel at her fundament had seemed the most natural, the most right-hand thing in the world.

Today her panties were soaked at the genial icon of June straddling the sawbuck, her soft pussy crushed by the sharp ridge, her nipples clamped and pulled.

As she had so many metre, she decided not to worry about it. It was gratifying. It was hot. There was no sense analyzing everything to death.

And oh yes, did she mention it was hot ? ?

She thought about going to her own room for some relief before eating, but decided against it. The day was young and she wanted to quell on an titillating edge as long as she could.

Entering the dining way she noticed Robert was there, enjoying a cup of coffee bean, looking very a great deal she thought like the proprietor of this orchard must take appeared days ago.

He motioned her to join him and poured her coffee and juice.

"Forgive me for being presumptuous but I couldn't assistance but notice that you came from the striver quarters and that your lovely companion of late is not with you. Would I be good in assuming that she is otherwise occupied and will not be joining us for quite some time ?"

Cynthia could not avail but smile at the manner in which Robert had put it.

He too was such a whirlwind of contrast. The owner of a delightful haunt, polite to a error. But when condition allowed, not only a purveyor of the deep art of whips and chains, but a man who would readily alternate between tormenting a woman and being her abject slave.

She could not help but be amazed at how so many personalities could reside in one mind.

"I think ‘ otherwise engross'is a very good way to put it Robert"Artemis answered.

Then smiling even more, she went on…"as we speak she's actually riding the horse cavalry that you so thoughtfully made available"

Now it was Henry Martyn Robert's number to smile."terrific"he said, pausing for a instant. Cynthia could almost see the workings of his mind as he formed a mental scene of the lovely blond naked, fastened astride the cruel device. He went on.

"You know you should deal yourself blessed and rosy. June is a exceptional, a very special individual and holds a place near and dear to me"

Cynthia turned, urging him with her speculative face to continue.

"I've already told you about the stock of this station. Eric and June were early invitee before the striver quarters were remodeled, and we soon became friend. Long before anything had been done to the facility, over some nice cognac - probably a looking glass or two too many - we learned of our mutual pleasures."

"I would love to get word how that came about .interjected Cynthia."How do you sit there in genteel company and get it up ? There have to be some signal or clew. I mean it can't just be ‘ please could I deliver some more wine and by the way, I love to be tied up and whipped"?

Henry Martyn Robert chuckled at that and went on."No of course it's more pernicious than that, but perhaps not as subtle as you might think. June and Eric are a ripe object lesson.

With just a little reflection, it became quickly apparent that he was subservient to her. Her glass never was empty. He never sat down in a elbow room until she was seated. If he was speaking and she started to say something, he was immediately quiet.

Finally that evening, as I say, perhaps after one glass too many, I simply gave them the opportunity to open up. After a few comments designed to let them love that I was tolerant minded, I mentioned that it appeared that they had a peculiar human relationship.

That sort of comment can be brushed off as generically complimentary, or it can be an opportunity to share. June took it that evening as the latter, and after just a abbreviated pause during which she was obviously appraising me, casually responded that Eric was in fact her slave.

From there of form, as they say, the residual is chronicle. The end issue was that they convinced me that there was a indigence for this kind of place. Eric even loaned role of the capital needed to renovate the play space, and he and June helped situate some of the item and arranged for them to be shipped here.

So as you can see, they are extra people to me. And you and June as I've noticed, seem to take formed a very close-fitting bond very quickly. I'm happy for you.

Now, tell me about the plight of the cleaning woman we both dearly love."

Cynthia proceeded to tell Robert how June had blown her away by wanting to be taken and punished.

"Of path as I think about it, I realize that she and I are really practically alike. I thought I was just screwed up because I loved it so much when you opened my eyes as a subservient, and then at the same fourth dimension got so turned on when June topped you and Eric. Your explanation and confidence by the way went a farsighted, long way toward helping me come to grips with all that."


"You have no idea how much I have enjoyed watching you pick up yourself here. But plenty of all of this - this is talk for a cigar one evening. For now, tell me about our delightful submissive for a day"

"wellspring she asked me to go to the slave quarters - I thought she was going to pick up where we left off. She made it clear that today it would be her that suffered. I was a little apprehensive at get-go, but that went away. She got into the character of letting me know what she needed, how she could be tormented."

Henry M. Robert smiled."Yes she's very good at that - from both sides. It's something I find incredibly hot, again from both side of meat. It's a cancel onward motion from the ‘ thank you may I have another'response demanded by many giving corporal punishment. variety of helps provide feedback and some guidance and at the Lapp metre so very humiliating to be specifying your own penalty. But I apologize - please go on"

"At outset I was uneasy, but as soon as she stripped to the waist and I had her bridge player cuffed behind her I knew it would be fine. She was so beautiful standing there.

I moved her interior and finished stripping her. Then I made her present.

I don't know what it's like for a man, but for a woman, spreading like that, not just exposing yourself, but actually presenting your pussycat is so fucking embarrassing.

And it doesn't matter how many times the early person has seen you naked. When they're fully clothed and you're lying back with your peg spread, then pull them up to give them an even better view. It's always so very awful and so very hot !"

Robert smiled at her as she visibly squirmed a bit in her chair.

Cynthia continued.

"Not much more really, I asked her what sort of punishment she thought would be appropriate, thinking in terminal figure of locking her in a cell with some constraint. She mentioned that she deserved something a little more severe and suggested the horse. And there she sits as we enjoy our coffee.

I left her with mamilla clamp pulling her white meat forward, her nous pulled back, and holding the whippet that I promised I would use on her breasts when I returned.

Now it was Artemis's turn to smile as glance at his crotch revealed his growing erection.

"Oh and of course, June wanted me to let you have intercourse that you are more than welcome to link in her penalty today. She mentioned that you might be especially brutal after the way she treated you the other day."

"Thank you. I would dearly relish that and oh yes, be assured that I have some particularly vivid torture in mind for our mutual booster.

She really does lust pain in the neck, much more so than you or I. It's one of many rationality she comes here.

Eric is a complete submissive and loves her far too much to sacrifice her the pain in the ass she needs.

Ironically, just because I do love them both so a lot, I am perfectly leave and in fact love taking her to those special post she needs to go. seminal fluid, let's go and visit our victim. I think this is going to be a delicious day ! !"

As they walked back to where the lovely June sat in anguish, Robert was quite animated.

"You are the one that will be topping your lovely friend, but if I may, can I make a brace of proffer ?"

Cynthia replied enthusiastically that she would prize that, that as a novice she was afraid of not being intense enough on the one had, or too intense on the other. Robert assured her that with June, short of injuring her, there was no such matter as too intense, and that it would be June craving More that Artemis was willing to dish up out.

"Don't worry Robert explained, we'll have a skillful clip with her. But for now, I would suggest getting her off the horse reasonably soon. She's been on it a while. In an extreme academic term I once made her sit it for three 60 minutes, but she was unable to walk until the next day. We might want her available for a few more, shall we say ‘ activities'before then"

Cynthia nodded."I confess I had not meant to leave her this prospicient - kind of lost caterpillar tread of time as we chatted. But I think she can ride out on it long enough for a nice breast walloping. I did leave behind her holding the whippet, and would not want to disappoint her ”.

"Ahh yes"Henry Martyn Robert sighed deeply."The erotic pleasure of a woman's breasts. So beautiful, so titillating, and so very sensitive. Punishing them is always intense for both parties ! I think that is an fantabulous mind.

wealthy person you used the whippet before ?"When Cynthia shook her head no, Henry M. Robert explained.

"It's really quite easygoing and secure. Because it's so thin it digs inscrutable, but because it's so light, it won't drive any injury. A utter little toy to make your victim howl and cry. And Cynthia, with June, there is no need to hold back, You'll see what I mean, but unless she's really crying out, it's not enough !"

Henry M. Robert followed behind her as they made their way into the game room.

God the sight got her succus flowing. She could feel her panty getting wet.

June was moaning, lightly rocking back and forth as she straddled the vicious horse. Her titty were stretched out in front of her, the nipples and angry red from the clamps.

Stepping closer she could see June's punished vulva swollen and an raging red from being crushed against the sharp ridge.

But if she had had a moment's dubiousness about where her fan went while she had been gone, it vanished as soon as she saw the wide of the mark wet stigma below the banquet pussy.

She reached out to touch the pussy, feeling the hot, wet glibness. June was in her own quad fueled by luxuria and pain.

Reaching behind her captive, Cynthia took hold of the whippet. The contact brought June back the real world. Back to the never-ending painful sensation of her stretched nipples and the splitting agony in her fork. She was moaning, begging to be let down. Still blindfolded by the thug, while she knew that Cynthia was there, she had no way of knowing that Henry Martyn Robert was standing next to her.

Cynthia decided without saying anything to remove the nipple clinch.

That they had hurt was obvious by the screech that gurgled out of June's throat as they came off and blood flow was restored. An inspection revealed angry red, swell nipple with the indentations of the jaws of the clamps clearly visible. Cynthia stopped to stroke and drub them bringing more moans from her prisoner.

"Time for my hussy to experience a nice tit whipping"she said as she continued to stroke and badger the endearing chest.

She reached behind June and unfastened the snap holding her wrists to the collar shoulder strap.

June instantly reached behind her grabbing the top of the horse, trying the lift her crotch off of the demonic ridgeline. Cynthia though was having none of that, and novice though she was, was learning quickly.

She began tightening the strap going to the spine of the hood. With her breasts freed, June found herself leaning further and further backward. Finally Cynthia fastened the cuffed wrists to the same halo as the hood shoulder strap. Her hired hand could no longer uprise her off the horse and found herself leaning back along the ridgepole of the sawhorse in a backward arch. At least the pressure on her pussy shifted from the centre of attention of her vulva backward, closemouthed to her ass.

Robert admired Cynthia's handwork and smiled. She had shifted her cathexis from sitting astride the horse cavalry to arched backward on it. She was still hooded so could not see what was going on, but realized that her caput was pulled far back and her breasts were throw upward, obscenely exposed.

Artemis was in no rush. She knew the issue of prolonging and anticipation.

And hell, it was getting her wet too !

Taking her time to stroke and tease, she was enjoying herself.

June shivered whenever she let the tip of the whippet lightly graze a pap. Cynthia was surprised that June could palpate at all, after the clinch had mauled her nipple for the last hr or so.. June was still lightly moaning. The hurting had lessened with the shifting of her weight backward, but now the precipitous ridgeline of the horse was beginning to defecate itself matt-up on her perineum and even her asshole.

Cynthia continued lightly teasing, alternating between her finger's breadth and letting the whippet graze the endanger titty. Then she had a Revelation of Saint John the Divine.

She handed the whippet to Robert and without saying anything gestured that he should proceed. Henry Martyn Robert smiled wordlessly and stepped over. Cynthia used one hand to tease June's right breast, letting the fingerbreadth of the other tease the inflamed and raw pussy sassing. Robert lightly extended a digit and traced a line on the underside of Junes left white meat, at the base.

The realization that somebody other than Cynthia was there hit June about the same sentence that Robert snapped the whippet squarely into the flesh at the base of her breast.

As her knocker exploded into pure fire she screamed freely, shaking her head teacher as a good deal as the retaining strap would allow, and jerking her body across the brutish ridge of the horse.

Before she could take a breath to gasp, he snapped the whippet onto the Saami breast, this sentence squarely catching the nipple.

Cynthia felt her kitty throb and gush at the sight and audio.

The whippet buried itself, virtually bisecting the nipple, going abstruse into the breast before it stopped.

The angry red and swollen mammilla pushed far in to the white meat before it bounced back, the knocker itself deeply indented and flattened on her chest, and of course the howling howler as she thrashed around trying to get off the tremendous pain that coursed through the whole titty.

Robert handed the tight piddling pawn to Cynthia, who leaned down and whispered to her lover, through the goon -"subscribe to a deep breath love - this is really, really going to suffer ”.

She then attacked the early breast. She used the same technique that Robert had. offset the tender bottom, then the tit itself. The she worked outward from the nipple catching the slope, then the top. All the prison term June screamed like a mortal possessed, begging her to stop, yelling that it was too a good deal - More than she could stand.

Finally, after what seemed like an infinity, the flogging stopped, and Cynthia held and comforted her friend and lover as Robert removed shoulder strap and cuffs that had held her so tightly to the gymnastic horse. Helping her down, they both supported her until she could stand up, albeit gingerly.

But her trial by ordeal was not over and she knew it. transport control were applied. A chain locked tightly around her waist with a articulatio radiocarpea handcuff at each side. Her hands were pulled across her body and locked it the opposite cuff - created a sort of straitjacket event. Oversized handcuffs rather than regular leg irons were locked on her ankles so she was limited to tiny, shuffling steps.

Only then was the thug removed. June stood there, eyes bloodshot and red from crying, blinking at the twinkle. She was already exhausted from her trial by ordeal and the day had just begun. To her credit, though she did not blank out what was expected of her.

"This slut thanks you Ma'am for torturing her puss on the gymnastic horse and whipping her tit ”.

Artemis could not help but snog her deeply, then let Robert extend her out of the rumpus room, past the infamous breeding rack to the cells. Leading her inside he picked up a gravid cup of water and let her salute her fill before himself kissing her deeply and locking the cell as he stepped out.

June's situation was far beneficial than it had been. She was merely tightly restrained hand and foot, and locked in a cellphone.

She would obviously be allowed prison term for the tortured body office to recover.

God how she wanted to rub her burn and aching breasts.

The whippet was brutish. Because it was so dilute the reversal impacted deep into the tissue. It was a completely unlike and more intense effect that being slapped or flogged. Not only did her breasts sting and burn on the surface, especially the wretched mistreat nipples, but each breast itself throbbed and ached.

Her vulva was so sore it pained her to put her legs together. In asking for the horse she had forgotten how badly it hurt a woman from the last time Robert had put her on it. It was such a terrible and informal pain. It was going to be a rough day.

In the meantime Henry M. Robert and Cynthia left and returned to the main house. Artemis decided to slacken by the pool for a while. Henry Martyn Robert left to tend to matters around the inn. Both very much aware that their tutelage lay naked and restrained in a cell, trying to retrieve from the start of what would be several atrocious interludes.

As she walked in from enjoying her afternoon in the tropical sun, she met Eric coming out of his room as she was opening hers. Pleasantries exchanged, he observed that she had been sunbathing. She acknowledged and mentioned that she was going to grab a shower, carefully avoiding any mention of going back to the donjon where June waited in considerable less comfort than she. What Eric said next caught her completely unprepared.

"Since I assume June is indisposed for the day, I would be felicitous to be of service to you in any way that you would like. I would love to help you with your shower Ma'am."

Her kickoff answer was to politely slump, but she stopped herself."What the hell"she thought to herself. He had seen her splayed and exposed, she had not only seen him getting his tool whipped, but had watched him being broken down in the fiddle"

She turned to Eric and replied"I think I would care that. That would be very nice"

It would be my pleasance Ma'am"said Eric as he followed her into her room.

She started to remove her courtship, but Eric stopped her saying"please, provide me to do that for you ”.

He turned on the exhibitor to let the weewee flow, tested the temperature himself, then carefully removed her bathing suit top and then the bottoms. Cynthia began to get a short self conscious as he first undressed her, then helped her into the exhibitor then realized, he was not in any way lusting after her, or staring at her. He was concentrating on attending to her.

As she stood and let the warm body of water run over her body, she realized that Eric had removed his own clothing, and had stepped behind her, taking a wash textile, and gently soaping and rubbing her backrest, then her articulatio humeri.

He began to massage the muscles there and she had to accept that it felt bully. As she turned around, she glanced down to see his dick securely imprisoned in the metal cock cage, held in seat with a small establishment padlock. Obviously despite his hammer whipping June, knowing she would not be around all day, wanted to make believe sure that Eric did not transgress.

Something about standing naked in the exhibitor with this man who was sexually incapacitated gave her a sentience of lecherousness and powerfulness. She knew she could, and realized now that she probably would, postulate sexual pleasure from a man who could not experience vent himself.

She closed her eyes, letting her mind impetus as she felt his textile covered hand lightly massaging her white meat, then drifting down her stomach.

He surprised her though by urging her to sit on the work bench in the shower and starting to lave her hair. As he stood before her his imprisoned peter only inches from her face, she savored the incredibly erotic feeling of his hands and finger skillfully massaging her scalp. It felt heavenly. As he took the hand schnoz and gently rinsed her hair she could not help herself - she reached out and took his shut away cock and heavy balls in the palm of her hand.

"Is it terribly frustrating Eric ?"she asked."Wouldn't you like to be stroking that cock, or having me stroke it ? Perhaps take it in my backtalk ?"At which item she leaned over and placed her lips around the jug cock, feeling small patches of skin through the evenly spaced rib of the John Milton Cage Jr..

She knew he could palpate her mouth on isolated parting of his cock too. As was gentle to predict, she watched his cock try to grow in its batting cage .It had nowhere to go. The ribs and rods of the shaft cage were digging cruelly into the side and the brain of Eric's cock, and he moaned.

"Yes Ma'am it is extremely bilk, but I'm glad to do it for my schoolmistress. But yes, right now you are driving me crazy. But of course you've done that intentionally, which is your right ”.

Cynthia loved the power. She slid back on the terrace, opening her legs, enjoying watching Eric's eyes locked on her pussycat.

"You may stay on"she said. Eric got on his knees with the washcloth and ever so gently, but thoroughly washed her slit, gently parting the lips to lightly clean in between, then moving lower with his fingers. Cynthia gasped as his cloth covered finger lightly rubbed around her asshole, pushing just slightly inside.

"Grabbing a smattering of his hair she pulled his face into her crotch with the single command"slug !"

Eric was devoted to pleasing women and if June was not here, he would do his best to pleasure Cynthia who he knew was his wife's friend and lover.

He put his heart into it, laving the lips with his tongue, teasing the clit out from its hood, forcing his knife up inside of her, then putting his head down as far as he could to rim her freshly washed arse. He labored ceaselessly to pleasure this fair sex, any view of his own sexual pleasure or acquittance long forgotten.

Finally Artemis came explosively as the water cascaded over the two of them. Shaking and shuddering after her sexual climax.

She allowed Eric to help her up, on rickety legs, and stood, leaning against the counter as he dried her off. He found some powder and lightly dusted her, then rubbed ointment into her skin.
"June was a lucky cleaning lady"she thought to herself ”. She could not commemorate when she had been pampered like this. It was hotter still because the one indulgence her was himself raw, with his cock locked safely away. There is was no possibility that he expected anything in issue. Just the chance to give delight.

She thanked Eric and he quickly dressed and withdrew. Before he left he stopped and looked at her.

"Thank you for giving June what she needs. I wish I could do it, but I just can't stand to even see her injury, let alone anguish her. You two are good for each early"

Before she could answer, Eric had slipped out the door. These two were so lots on love it blew her away. And saddened her a bit.. She wished she had soul that worshipped and adored are as much as Eric did June.

It was previous afternoon when she joined Robert for a get off supper. He suggested that since it might turn into a late night, perhaps a cigar and little glass of cognac on the verandah would be appropriate. Cynthia agreed and joined him.

"I had one of the missy go and check on June to give sure she's alright and have sure she had mass of weewee. No food –she'll be a thirsty girl tonight."

"So tell me"he asked Artemis,"have you given any opinion to what June will meet through tonight ? Anything specific, or a combination of kickshaw ?"

"June has made several comments about bondage allowing the slattern in us to surface. I'm going to give her that tonight. And I really, really want to give her a unplayful snatch whipping. How about you ? Anything special you have in store ?

Henry M. Robert exhaled and watched the cigar smoke helix up to the ceiling, then answered.

"Oh definitely. Something she has asked for indirectly but craves. I'll tell you if you insist, but if I can orchestrate it all properly it will be very hot and vivid - I think you'll appreciate being surprised."

"My man of closed book and surprise. Of course I'll delay. I owe you so very much for opening my eyes. I'll reliance you to crap it a fantastic coda ! !"

Together they made their way down to the donjon, Cognac snifter and cigars in hand it was almost as though they were enjoying a leisurely tropical stroll.

Once inside, cigars and brandy finished, they made their way to their dupe. Hearing them enter, June did her best to move to the bars and introduce herself. Her restraints did not set aside the kind of pic that was expected, but nonetheless she tried to obey.

Naked and restrained, June looked hot. There was no other way to put it.


"clock time to get you ready for the evening love life"Cynthia shared as she unlocked the cellular telephone door.

She quickly unlocked the restraints, replacing them with a locking leather cuff on each radiocarpal joint and ankle.

"take on a consequence to unfold, then it's fourth dimension to fix you properly for your evening. June complied, flexing her arms and pegleg briefly, then allowed herself to be led out of the mobile phone.

Cynthia led her to the upbringing rack, and knowing what was expected, June positioned herself on the embroider eternal sleep, waiting to be restrained.

As Robert obligingly strapped her tightly into the device, Cynthia took the time to stand by her nous, tightly locked down into the front brace, and stroke her case.

"Tonight dear we will belong to each other. You've already taken me as yours. Tonight you're going to be mine. I was a minuscule aflutter at first, but you made me infer that I really, really postulate to pull in you scream and beg tonight. And you will eff. Tonight I'll make you scream from your soul."


With her hand on the pocket-sized of June's arched back, she felt the womanhood tremble and shudder. She couldn't tell though if it was because of what she had told her, or because Robert had taken the chance to stroke and bait June's pussy, so blatantly presented by her stead.

Cynthia suspected it was the arousal. She stepped behind the bound woman and as was now almost the norm in this place, felt the sexual spate at the sight. Ass pushed high in the by her arched back, legs splayed apart. From behind she was all ass and slit.

The swollen backtalk of her vulva were knife thrust backwards, pouting invitingly, droplets of moisture easily visible.

Cynthia remembered that just a few days ago it had been her fastened that way. She reached out to gently stroke and bug the offered pussy, loving how June tried, as little as the tight strap allowed it, to press her pussy against Cynthia's handwriting as she moaned in frustration.

Only yesterday it had been her. Today it was June who suffering from a need bred through a combination of agony, teasing and restraint, had been reduced to an animate being in warmth, craving any kind of intimate contact.

Artemis went into the other way and brought back the quirt. Based on her own experiences, and seeing the obvious physical arousal of her subject, she decided that a combination of erotic pain in the ass along with some prickteaser and denial would consume June to even higher levels of frustration.

She began by using the quirt on June's presented ass, standing to the slope, whipping across both checks.

June moaned, but both women knew this was just a warm-up.

Robert too waited patiently, understanding where this was going.

The blows increased in speed and force, the tip of a thong from meter to clock time snapping between the splayed legs. Those brought pant from the tightly restrained woman as a knotted did its impairment.

Then suddenly stopping, Cynthia stepped forward and again began teasing and caressing the exposed and gaping puss. June moaned Thomas More at this wizard than she had during the whipping.

Cynthia realized she must be more homosexual than heterosexual because the sight of a totally aroused woman drove her looney. There was something incredibly titillating to her about the contrast that woman such as June could demo.

On the one script a reasonably advanced woman, often fashionably dressed, hair styled, nails done, wearing a refined total of jewelry, clothes that flattered but were not gaudy.

Then there was her June, here, tonight. Naked, restrained, sweating and, there was no early, or better way to put it - in heat ! She moaned at the slightest touch to her pussy.

Her pussy itself was pure lust ! Engorged with increase lineage flowing, the outer lips gaped. The inner back talk were bright red. The swelling had caused the hood to pull back exposing the delicate pearl of her clit. The opening of the vagina was clearly visible. The moisture that earlier had been just a droplet or two, now freely collected along her labia, and the scent of her arousal was overpowering.

Cynthia reached under June's belly from posterior and gently stroked her script down, lightly grazing her sex, heedful not to maintain too a lot pressure.

"Umm you look so beautiful my jade"she whispered in her engrossed's ear."And so hot"she continued."I'll bet you'd love to cum if I let you, wouldn't you ?"

"Oh yes Ma'am - I need to fare so badly, please, please ”.

As she was almost gasping her plea, Cynthia had been ever so lightly letting her finger meet around the opening of June's vagina, comb-out and ever so slightly probing. The effect was galvanizing as June tried to thrust backward, but the shoulder strap were too plastered.

"I'm wondering what you'd promise me now if I let Henry M. Robert slue his cock into your puss"Artemis murmured as she continued to beleaguer.

She motioned to Robert, who taking the cue, pulled his set up dick from his pants and stepped behind the gasping woman.

"Oh God please"she cried out as she felt the hot point of his putz lightly graze and rag her gaping vulva."Please"she cried out, trying futilely to arch her puss back.

Artemis could suppose what she was feeling - the ceaseless tantalization, the stimulation.

She had experienced it herself - the aching need in her sex where it seemed as if she would do anything to get the fullness of a peter penetrating her.

"You are such a wanton slut June"Cynthia told her as she watched her lover trying to jerk her hips to get her pussy further backward.

"You look like a bitch in heat. I'll bet you'd love to feel that cock slide cryptic inside you wouldn't you ?"

"Oh God yes, please I need it so badly"June gasped.

"Say it - say us what you are and what you need slut"

June responded immediately - modestness and decorum long gone.

"I'm a loose woman Ma'am. I need to badly to be fucked. I'm null but a cunt in estrus for you, delight, please let Henry Martyn Robert eff me !"

Artemis said nothing, just motioned Henry M. Robert to step back, and as he did, brought the quirt snapping in an upward motion directly into the open pussy.

The knotted G-string buried themselves in the balmy, puffy pussy sassing. She repeated immediately with separatrix after CVA upward into the fragile folds of the gaping sex. June screamed freely, thrashing wildly in the shoulder strap holding her, begging and pleading for the awful pain to block up.

Of grade Cynthia didn't stop.

The experience fresh in her own brain she knew the blank space she wanted to take her buff.

Every so often a brief suspension to stroke and pester the swollen and bruised flexure and lips, then more reprehensible strokes right to June's core with the quirt.

She alternated the whipping and comb-out, occasionally letting a finger slip inside the hurt and swollen pussy, while her pollex teased the tuck asshole just as obscenely presented. The solid area between June's branch - her kitty-cat, perineum and skin around her anus was red and bruised from the impact of the little knots on the quirt's thongs.

Finally after a series of accident working on the vagina and anus, which brought shrill screams from June, Cynthia relented and motioned to Robert.

She stepped back and watched as he buried his cock to the hilt in the maltreated pussy. It took just a few strokes before June stiffened and cried out again, centre rolling back, as she jerked wildly in her control. Her orgasm seemed to never end. The muscle spasm in her abdominal muscles were readily visible, as was the clenching of her cunt and asshole. Her fluids ran down her thighs freely and the elbow room reeked of sex.

"tinker's dam this was making her horny"Cynthia thought to herself as she watched her champion and fan come down from the most intense orgasm Cynthia had watched her experience.

walking back up to her as Robert unfastened June from the facts of life wrack, she stroked her face, kissed her deeply and whispered to her"glad you enjoyed the warm-up love life - now it's clip to see what variety of pain sensation jade you really are ”.

June moaned incoherently as they led her into the game room and positioned her against the St. St. Andrew cross.

A work of art almost - polished burnt sienna, oozing shoulder strap and fastening points, with a large tramp bolster at center that could be moved up or down.

As they fastened June tightly to the cross, Robert adjusted the pad so it was right in the belittled of her back. As the straps were tighten the effect of the innovation was clear - her pelvis was arched forward while her subdivision and legs were pulled backward. June was not going anywhere.

Still dazed from the whip on her puss, and the intense orgasm, she could do nothing but hang in her straps, waiting for what she expected would be some vivid torment.

Her fears were confirmed when Henry M. Robert set a covered tray on the table following to the crossbreed, along with a Charles Grey box. He stepped up and gently caressed her aspect, then her breasts, speaking to her softly."You are such a special lady, June, and I know what you need, I really do, and I'm going to injure you - very a lot ”.

June began to beg and plead, asking to be let down when she saw the grey electro-stim unit of measurement.

"No Sir, please not the electricity - I can't stand it. Please anything else"she begged.


"You haven't had a chance to follow electricity play yet have you ?"he asked.

Cynthia shook her head and watched as he began to lay our brace of wires and as June was still begging him not to, taking deep breathing place in her restraints.

"It's a tremendously versatile dick, but requires some knowledge and experience. Electricity offers so many delightful advantage. start, there is never any perm accidental injury. No brand, no scars. s it can produce a whole spectrum of sensation - from erotic pleasure to absolute torture. And finally once you have everything set up, it requires no more endeavour than the touch sensation of a release."

As he was talking he had uncovered the tray, which brought a new round of almost incoherent pleading from June. She had started begging in earnest when she had seen the sterile acupuncture needle in their containers laid out neatly.

Henry M. Robert continued his account."Not wanting to get too proficient but basically this box produces a very high voltage but low amperage electrical electric current. It's the safer form of electricity as compared to say just a Brobdingnagian twelve volt car battery that can cause burn mark and real injury."

As he spoke he was plugging leads into the grey box, laying the wires out neatly, as June watched wide-eyed, still begging him not to do what he had planned.

Henry M. Robert picked up an alcohol swab and began thoroughly cleaning the tegument on June's right breast, about and inch from her nipple. He directed Cynthia to open up one of the acupuncture acerate leaf wrappers, being careful just to pull the sealing paper back, but not contact the needle. Taking another swab soaked in intoxicant he grasped the end of the needle and pulled it free. It was about three inch long and very, very thin.

Cupping June's tit, careful not to partake the cleaned sphere, he slowly sank the needle into her white meat. June violently shook her head back and Forth River, but did not cry out.

"She's not in any pain yet"Henry M. Robert explained."That is a reaction to what she knows will hail.

If you've ever had any acupuncture, you know that these needle are so dilute that there is virtually no painful sensation. It's more the psychological effect of watching the needle playground slide into you ”.

Cynthia could not disagree. She imagined herself in June's topographic point, helplessly strapped to the hybridisation and watching a phonograph needle being inserted into her sensitive titty.

As Robert picked up the next needle, he continued his lesson.

"One of the bragging variable star in using electricity is the size of the contact point with the body"he explained as the side by side needle was inserted into June former white meat, also about an inch from the nipple. Cynthia noted that June had again not made a speech sound as the needle slid into her breast and both of her mammilla were punishing and erect.

"If I use a orotund contact pad to conduct the electrical energy the sense impression is much like a vibrator. The electrical energy causes muscles to contract and relax involuntarily. In fact, with an internal vaginal probe and a well placed pad, I can literally induce an orgasm in a woman without any early link, and whether or wants it or not"Robert continued as he produced the third needle.

This needle brought a reply from the helpless charwoman as he slid it with a twirling move directly into the middle of her right mammilla, sliding it about an column inch down into the bosom. And June cried out in pain as the early nipple was cored with one of the thin, delicate needles.

"On the other paw"Robert continued, as he picked up the conducting wire he had laid out, and attached one to each needle with a clamp,"when the contact compass point is small, as with these stylostixis needle which will of course be the contact breaker point, the Lapplander electrical current is stark infliction, the quantity of class increasing as the current increases."

June started begging and pleading anew when Robert knelt down and began preparing her pussycat as he had the boob.

With her renal pelvis thrust forward her sex was well presented. He scrubbed the skin of her out labia at the top if her pouting lip, to either side of her clit.

She gasped at the burn of the intoxicant as he spread the backtalk and cleaned between them.
June had stopped begging, realizing that her fortune was sealed. She concentrated instead on preparing herself for what she knew was coming.

Cynthia found the wad of June, heart closed, trying to get herself braced quite erotic.

As always she imagined herself in that position. Tightly restrained, no way out, trying to get herself prepared for acute titillating pain.

June cried out only slightly as Robert slid a needle into each fleshy outer lip. The space between the two needle of course, across June's twat was only an inch or so, and just as clearly, the needles were placed so that her still hooded clitoris was between them.

With all of the confidential information attached and plugged into the box, Robert explained the box was various in that the electromotive force, oftenness and rate of current could all be adjusted. The box could even be plugged into a computing machine if one wanted to get fancy so that blow were delivered to the beat of recorded music.

As he spoke, he pushed a button and a series of luminance came on. He stepped close to June and caressing her gently, first her face, then the sides of her breast, then her hair's-breadth, he asked her if she was ready.

Cynthia watched the scene unfolding.

All the begging, and pleading were gone. June and Robert looked into each other's eyes. He knowing that he was getting ready to seriously hurt this lovely woman. She seeing in his oculus the certainty that within seconds she would be screaming.

June took a rich breath and nodded.

Robert pushed and held down the button. The effect was quick.

June jerked madly against the whip holding her to the cross and screamed, and screamed. betwixt scream she managed to gasp out prayer to please hold back, she couldn't handle it any more. Then the words were lost with new screams.

Henry Martyn Robert released the button and June just sagged in the restraints. Cynthia stepped up to her and beginning stroked her face, then kissed her.

The ferocity of June's response caught her off guard. June was literally trying to raven her lover's knife and sass, kissing her frantically. She had been in pain sensation, and would soon be again, but right now she was pure lust ! !

Cynthia stepped back and June started to cry our"nooooo"just as the electricity slammed into her teat and clit again.

This time Cynthia found she was definitely getting aroused as she watched June jerk and thrash in her restraints, and listened to her scream.

This was her fan, her tormentress, and now her dupe, all rolled into one.

Finally Robert stopped. June hung in her shoulder strap, relieved at the irregular abatement.

Robert began to stroke and caress her again, motioning Cynthia to join in.

As she stepped up to June, she watch as Henry M. Robert unclipped the electric leads from all of the needles. She was kissing June deeply, the two women feeding off of each other's lust.

She felt and heard June pant slightly as Robert removed the needles –she saw him out of the box of her eye toss them on the tray and step back.

She began to stroke and tantalize her lover in earnest. The teat, so brutally tormented just minute of arc ago hardened to her touch and she heard June whoosh"Yessss"into her ear as she tongued first one erect nipple, then the other.

Reaching down she began to stroke her fingerbreadth along the offered snatch, feeling the sopping wetness. June was a painful sensation slut.

At this point Robert stepped back up. In his helping hand he held his lit cigar.

June's middle grew full with fear - she knew what was coming - it was something they had hinted and teased about in the past with an unspoken promise that someday….

But Cynthia felt the gush of fluid in the palm of her hand that was cupping and stroking June's pussy. She stepped back, watching in wonder at the aspect before her.

Robert said zilch. He kissed June deeply. He began to stroke and tantalize her. beginning her nipples, rolling between finger and ovolo, then kissing them. teeth nipping, then grasping and pulling. June's gasp as he let each tit in twist slide between dentition, rasping until it pulled fee. Repeating.

fingerbreadth lightly tracing the tender labia - slipping between into the slick wetness.

Feeling the hips buck against his hand. Hearing the moans. Smelling the arousal, first-class honours degree one finger then two slipping cryptic inside the woman - feeling the sinew there contract bridge, clutching his digit. The pelvis moving as much as the shoulder strap allowed, she completely aroused and needing.

He standing, teasing, stroking, and the cigar held in the other paw.

For her to see.

For her to fear.

For her to need.

"Beg for it my endearing slut. assure me how badly you want me to hurt you"

Robert said in almost a whisper, continuing to stroke and tease apart.

He had brought the cigar in front of June, inches away from her nipple. She could sense the high temperature. Looking down she could see the cherry red glowing of the burning end.

Artemis had hanker since buried her handwriting in her own snatch rubbing and stroking herself as she watched the prospect unfold.

The intensity was overwhelming. She imagined herself waiting, needing….

Henry Martyn Robert continued to tease the lovely blond. The fingers of one manus deep inside her, lightly rubbing the top of her vagina, the thumb dancing around her clit.

The cigar hovering over her boob, just above the mamilla.

"Ask for it lovely lady"he said again.

Finally, needing it all so badly, in spite of knowing how badly it would hurt, June gave up and cried out

"Yessss - burn me - burn my tits and my cunt - I need you to - God tinker's dam I need it"

Robert slowly, never stopping his tease and stroking of her pussy, took a deep pull on the cigar and then slowly, ever so slowly, watching the holy terror and the motive build in his victim's eyes, touched the burn end to her give tit.

For a full second he held it there as she screamed.

She screamed but she did not beg him to stop.

A brief interruption and the glowing hot cigar touched the other nipple. The fingers of his other manus deep in her vagina, probing, stretching teasing.

Finally, kneel, just as slowly and certainly as before, Robert touched the cigar to the apex of her bitch. Where the lips met. Where the sore pearl of her clit had been teased out from its thug. And held it there as his fingerbreadth spread and stretched her, moving rapidly inside her. Her orgasm hit just as he removed the cigar, replacing it on her now brutalized clit with his tongue.

June cried, gasped and made inhuman stochasticity as fluid gushed from her pussy, soaking Robert's face and hands. Robert began to gradually slacken the caresses and stroking, embracing her more than touching her. He motioned to Cynthia and the two of them managed to release June from the hybridizing and get her onto the nearby lounge. Both hugged and held her, as she began to sob and cry freely from the excited overload.

Cynthia arose - leaving her with Robert, telling her she would be right back when June begged her not to leave her. She had already decided how this evening would play out.

She went to the clothes that June had left earlier in the day, and sure enough, found the small brass key in the pocket of the dungaree. She picked up a couple of handcuffs and made her way back to the inn.

Eric immediately opened the door to his room when she knocked. She did not ask license - she just stepped inside and told him to ransack. Eric, being Eric obeyed immediately even though he had no clue as to what she planned..

She ordered him onto the bed, on his back. She tossed him the handlock and told him to manacle his hired hand over his brain to the headboard. He found a magnanimous mob, thoughtfully provided, and locked his handwriting together, then lay there waiting.

Cynthia took the key she had retrieved from June's pouch and proceeded to unlock the virtue cage, freeing his now swelling putz.

Unable to protest, she stroked it, then took it in her backtalk, savoring the feel and taste of a hot shaft in her mouth. It was all she could do to pull out her head word away. She teasingly told Eric not to go anywhere, as she left him defenseless and restrained on his bed, being careful to take his room key with her.

Returning to the playroom, she found that June had recovered a bit. She was sitting up, sipping piss. She helped her to her feet and together they walked back to the inn, June hugging her tightly.

She took June to her room, unlocked the door and helped her to the bed. It was only then that June realized that Eric was naked and cuffed on the bed waiting for her.

She started to verbalise, but Cynthia put her fingerbreadth to her mouth, laid her on the bed and kissed her deeply. As she left she placed the key to Eric's manacle on the nighttime table .