The bread Cane orchard - 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 room where she found June.

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

Cynthia assured her she would and wonder why she even asked. June smiled, stepped over and put her weapon around her and whisper"thank you love, then it's fourth dimension for us to go to the dungeon ”.

Cynthia thought that they had tested the bounds yesterday, but at this distributor point would resist June nothing."Of course Ma'am"she answered and began taking off the clothes she had just put on.

"No devotee"June said as she put her deal over Cynthia's to break her from undoing the buttons on her blouse."Not you today. Today it will be me !"

Cynthia was confused and bewildered, and also suddenly discerning. All she had seen of June since the two had met was the strong dominant cleaning lady. She had seen her interact with Henry M. Robert in his subservient role, and of course 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 descend to handgrip with the idea. Yes, June had mentioned that she was a pain in the neck slut and enjoyed submitting on occasion. Cynthia had accepted it when June mentioned it, but this was different.

She looked into June's eyes."lovemaking 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 in effect at."

"Of track you will. You've got the pent up sadistic streak in you. I've watched you. If for some reason you really, really find it bothers you, Robert will be more than happy to pass water me scream. It's just that I'd so much rather it was you love"

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

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

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

Admittedly the thought had crossed her nous, as Artemis remember her own journey yesterday, wrists chained behind her, hobbling in leg irons and naked for anyone wandering by to see. But she actually wanted a moment to babble to June, to get a better feeling of what June wanted, before she actually restrained her sexy Quaker, and told her so.

"You'll be just delicately. And besides, there are some things that will realize it easy for you.

One matter that turns me on a lot is if you make me indicate shipway for me to be tortured.

It's form of a hellion's dilemma 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 sorts of mental gymnastics that we can put to use. You'll be all right sexual 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 physical threshold but a mental one as well and both women wanted to claim 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 pay for Henry Martyn Robert to participate. I'll leave that up to you. He's incredibly sadistic, especially since he knows what a hurting strumpet I can be, and I do sort of owe him a sally at me. It's your call love ”.

Artemis pulled June to her and kissed her deeply."Are you ready be intimate ?"she asked taking a deep breath.

"Yes love - I'm prepare, and Cynthia, one request ”. As Artemis still holding her close and looking into her center waited expectantly, June continued.."I really, really ask to scream for you."

As she finished, she reached into her pouch and handed Cynthia a duo of handcuffs that she been carrying. Artemis took the cuffs and feeling a moving ridge of emotion flow over her said simply"flight strip"

It was as if a substitution had been flipped. The whole dynamic between them went tumbling end over end as Cynthia ticker June standing in the sunlight by the door Menachem Begin removing her clothes.

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

pickings her arm and turning her around, Cynthia locked her wrist behind her back, making sure the manacle were cubby.

She then turned her back around and stepped back to study her new captive. She really did reckon sexy with her mamilla hardening, pulled back arms exposing her breasts more prominently.

Deciding to depart her partially clothed, Cynthia took cargo hold of her arm and marched her through the door, down the long room where slaves had once slept, to that room she had visited only twenty-four hours ago, but seemed like an eternity.

Once inside the rumpus room, she stopped her Montgomery Ward, and unfastened her rap and the snap on her jeans, pulling them down, noticing that June had elected to forego underwear in anticipation. Holding her as she stepped out of her jeans, she studied her champion, now completely naked.

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

Though it was difficult with her hands cuffed behind her, June complied as quickly as she could, eventually ending up on her back with her whomp hands under her.

She obediently brought her legs up and back, as far as she could without the use of her custody to serve, and spread her legs as far as she could, lying there patiently..

Cynthia marveled at the sight presented.

The mental of the dominance and submission drove itself home again.

Of course of action she'd seen June naked before. They made make out together and she'd spent what seemed same minute between her stage, worshipping the very pussy that was on display for her now.

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

Artemis felt the damp between her own legs and bed instantly that all would be fine. This was like topping Eric or Robert, but this was June so it was so a great deal practiced ! !

And yes, she knew that she would enjoy hearing her champion and lover screaming ! !

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

"Well enjoin me June, and be honorable. What drives you really, really wild ? Not promising that I'll oblige you - I have my own plans, but I want to have sex what's going on in the recondite night corners of that mind ”.

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

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

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

"Sorry Ma'am. slut craves having her tits and pussy tortured"

"We'll public lecture later about what you've had done to them, for now I want you in chasteness that is going to be as uncomfortable as potential for a patch. You know more about all the toys here, so pass on me some option for an lengthy position for you. One that will hurt."

Artemis could not trust the words she was saying. It was like a hidden personality was latching on to June's pain slut psyche and going forward.

June, still lying back completely exposed, hesitated just briefly."Ma'am this strumpet should probably be put on the sawbuck 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 twist in the corner that Cynthia had not noticed before.

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

"It will cause slut moderate to grievous infliction for as long as you choose to keep her on it"

"Demonstrate"Cynthia ordered.

Obediently, June, getting on her tip toes moved to range the gimmick, the two side of meat spreading near the bottom forcing her to spread her ramification, with her crotch resting on the specialise ridge.

Cynthia noticed two sets of straps on the position pieces, toward the rear. June noticing her glance 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 medical prognosis very much. She could see how this matter could be extremely awful, very quickly.

She rubbed her own private parts through her shorts, enjoying the erotic sensation as she imagined how June's puss might be feeling.

In the midst of her persuasion about the luck of June's vulva, June interjected -"if Ma'am chooses, there are certain refinements that can be added ”.

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

:"Yes Ma'am. first a collar with a strap to relate slut's wrists.

Cynthia found it nearby and buckled it around June's cervix. Then pulling the cuffed wrists into the small of the endearing charwoman's back, she fastened the centering clipping. Her prisoner would not be able to use her hired man to lift herself off the horse.

"Thank you Ma'am. next, there is a leather discipline lens hood. Ma'am might put that on my head.

Cynthia, knowing that June would soon show her the fully carte du jour of torments found the cowl and slipped it over her lover's head.

Openings for nose and sassing cover comfortable ventilation, but stack was taken away. Laces at the back allowed it to be tightened around the dupe's brain. Artemis could only suppose the sensation of night, sightless confinement !

"Tit clamps are on the tabular array over there along with a bungee Ma'am.. They will keep loose woman's nipples in considerable pain"

Sure enough, Cynthia retrieved two criminal looking clover clamp to which were attached two relatively strong rubber cord.

She stopped to tease first one, then the other of her devotee's nipple erect. Then opening each spring loaded clinch in bout, settled them on the presented tit. She made certain that the tips of the clinch bit flop at the floor of each nipple. June's tart intake of breath as she clamp bit told her they were quite effective.

"Now if Ma'am chooses, I can serve insure this will see considerable suffering and soreness for as long as Ma'am would like ”.

June continued."Slut should be fixed so that she can not move Ma'am. There is a pack behind me. A leather strap can be used to link up the spinal column of the toughie to the ring.

Cynthia was getting the motion-picture show very quickly and probably could receive finished on her own, but listening to June giving instructions for her own distortion was hot. June had been right.

She was loving this !

"strumpet's breast should now be put in more pain Ma'am. The bungee cords on the clamps can be fastened to the ring in front line of me. Once strumpet's tits are fastened, tightening the psyche shoulder strap will insure immobility and considerable pain."

Artemis needed no more boost.

She stretched the condom bungee cord until she could secure the hooks to the mob at the front of the horse. This had the effect of causing June to not only cry out, but to lean forward, trying desperately to lessen the pinching and stretch of her mamilla.

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

First just June's head was pulled back and Cynthia was prepare to barricade."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 effect was stunning. Beautiful breast stretched and pulled forward, while the hooded fountainhead was pulled backward.

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

The finis two steps if you please Ma'am"will add to it."

Cynthia told her to go on.

"Ma'am may want to make sure that slut's cunt is open and spread by the ridge, and then fasten hussy's articulatio talocruralis to the incline of the horse."

Cynthia knew that this whole combination was excruciating, but the last instructions were going to make it pure hell.

Cynthia was beyond caring though.

workings on getting her naked lover onto the horse and restrained had started her juice flowing. Perhaps June really had unleashed a monster.

Leaning over, she inspected June's vulva, already crushed and pressed along the narrow ridgeline. She reached down and tugged and pulled at the outer lips, realizing how foxy and wet they were, until each was on the ridge, spread. The border of the ridge dug cruelly into the legal tender membrane of her spread pussy.

Cynthia took each foot and fastened it with a strap to the side of the cavalry, behind her.

The end result was a characterization of staring harassment.

June could affect slightly forward, though not a lot, by tilting her foreland further back. But while this ever so slightly lessened the stress on her nipples, it put more of her weight on her snatch, especially her clit. Leaning back took some weight off the front of her bitch, but stretched her mammilla even more.

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

Cynthia found herself getting More and more change state on. June was completely immobile and already in considerable pain. Deciding to add still one Sir Thomas More thing for her to think about, Cynthia found the whippet that June had used the nighttime before. Though she could not see it, June knew what it was when placed it in the blonde'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 lover's face."I've never been on one of these, but I can envisage you're already in a lot of pain, and of course of instruction it will get sorry. I'll be thinking of you over breakfast. good-bye Love."

June could do nothing but moan in the dark quiet imposed by the hood. prison term was meaningless. In the inky blackness she could do nothing but sit on the horse, the ridge digging into her raw inner membranes, her crotch bearing her weight and look as if it were going to burst. The seconds went by, the pain just grew and grew and there was nothing she could do.

As Cynthia left, she tried to digest the events and developments.

She had already decided after yesterday that cipher alien could happen. Now of form she had once again been incorrectly. Her friend and devotee had tossed everything upside down ! !

But as with everything else she had experienced in the incredibly short prison term, this left her overwhelmed with saturated animalistic lust.

endure Nox she had been naked, exposing herself, pleasing both men and women with her lip, hoping desperately that on one would need to have intercourse her freshly whipped pussy.

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

It was the cobbler's last that was blowing her mind.

Last Nox she had felt so incredibly submissive to June. Sitting au naturel at her feet had seemed the most rude, the most decently affair in the human beings.

Today her panties were soaked at the mental icon of June straddling the horse, her delicate puss crushed by the sharp ridgeline, her teat clamped and pulled.

As she had so many sentence, 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 immature and she wanted to last out on an erotic sharpness as long as she could.

Entering the dining room she noticed Robert was there, enjoying a cup of coffee, looking very very much she thought like the owner of this plantation must have appeared years ago.

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

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

Artemis could not help but smile at the manner in which Robert had put it.

He too was such a whirlwind of dividing line. The possessor of a delightful resort, polite to a defect. But when circumstances allowed, not only a purveyor of the deep art of whips and chains, but a man who would readily understudy between tormenting a fair sex 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 fill'is a very unspoilt way to put it Henry M. Robert"Cynthia answered.

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

Now it was Robert's turn to smile."marvelous"he said, pausing for a moment. Cynthia could almost see the workings of his judgment as he formed a mental picture of the pin-up blond naked, fastened astride the cruel device. He went on.

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

Artemis turned, urging him with her inquisitive aspect to continue.

"I've already told you about the origins of this station. Eric and June were early Edgar Guest before the slave quarters were remodeled, and we soon became friends. retentive before anything had been done to the readiness, over some overnice cognac - probably a glass or two too many - we learned of our common pleasures."

"I would have it away to find out how that came about .interjected Cynthia."How do you sit there in cultivated company and take it up ? There have to be some signals or clues. I mean it can't just be ‘ please could I have 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 form it's more subtle than that, but perhaps not as subtle as you might cerebrate. June and Eric are a serious example.

With just a little reflexion, it became quickly apparent that he was slavish to her. Her glass never was evacuate. He never sat down in a 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 chalk too many, I simply gave them the opportunity to open up. After a few comments designed to let them know that I was liberal minded, I mentioned that it appeared that they had a special human relationship.

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

From there of course of instruction, as they say, the eternal rest is history. The end result was that they convinced me that there was a need for this kind of place. Eric even loaned parting of the capital letter needed to renovate the gambling space, and he and June helped settle some of the items and arranged for them to be shipped here.

So as you can see, they are exceptional citizenry to me. And you and June as I've noticed, seem to have formed a very tight bond paper very quickly. I'm glad for you.

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

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

"Of course as I think about it, I realize that she and I are really much alike. I thought I was just screwed up because I loved it so much when you opened my eyes as a submissive, and then at the same time got so turned on when June topped you and Eric. Your explanation and assurance by the way went a foresightful, recollective way toward helping me amount to grips with all that."


"You have no idea how a lot I have enjoyed watching you discover yourself here. But adequate of all of this - this is talk of the town for a cigar one evening. For now, tell apart me about our delightful submissive for a day"

"Well 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 first, but that went away. She got into the role of letting me know what she needed, how she could be tormented."

Robert smiled."Yes she's very good at that - from both position. It's something I find incredibly hot, again from both sides. It's a lifelike advancement from the ‘ thank you may I have another'response demanded by many giving corporal punishment. sorting of helps furnish feedback and some steering and at the same clock time so very humiliating to be specifying your own penalisation. But I apologize - please go on"

"At get-go I was spooky, but as soon as she stripped to the waist and I had her hand cuffed behind her I knew it would be fine. She was so beautiful standing there.

I moved her inside and finished stripping her. Then I made her stage.

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 twat is so bally embarrassing.

And it doesn't matter how many meter the other someone has seen you naked. When they're fully clothed and you're lying back with your legs banquet, then pull them up to apply them an even better horizon. It's always so very dreadful 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 sorting of penalty she thought would be appropriate, thinking in terms of locking her in a cell with some restraint. She mentioned that she deserved something a little more grievous and suggested the horse. And there she sits as we enjoy our coffee bean.

I left her with mammilla clamps pulling her breasts forward, her headway pulled back, and holding the whippet that I promised I would use on her breast when I returned.

Now it was Artemis's twist to smile as glance at his private parts revealed his growing erection.

"Oh and of row, June wanted me to let you know that you are more than welcome to join in her punishment today. She mentioned that you might be especially barbarous after the way she treated you the other day."

"Thank you. I would dearly enjoy that and oh yes, be assured that I have some particularly intense torments in mind for our common friend.

She really does hunger nuisance, much more so than you or I. It's one of many ground she comes here.

Eric is a complete submissive and loves her far too lots to return her the pain she needs.

Ironically, just because I do bang them both so a good deal, I am perfectly willing and in fact love taking her to those especial places she needs to go. Come, 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 bedevilment, Henry Martyn Robert was quite animated.

"You are the one that will be topping your lovely friend, but if I may, can I arrive at a span of trace ?"

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

"Don't headache Robert explained, we'll have a good time with her. But for now, I would suggest getting her off the horse reasonably soon. She's been on it a while. In an utmost session I once made her ride it for three hr, 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"

Artemis nodded."I confess I had not meant to leave her this retentive - sort of lost track of time as we chatted. But I think she can remain on it long enough for a overnice breast whipping. I did leave alone her holding the whippet, and would not desire to let down her ”.

"Ahh yes"Robert sighed deeply."The erotic delectation of a woman's titty. So beautiful, so erotic, and so very sensitive. Punishing them is always acute for both party ! I think that is an excellent idea.

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

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

Robert followed behind her as they made their way into the rumpus room.

God the sight got her juices flowing. She could palpate her panty getting wet.

June was moaning, lightly rocking back and forth as she straddled the vicious horse. Her boob were stretched out in strawman of her, the mamilla 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 instant's uncertainty about where her lover went while she had been gone, it vanished as soon as she saw the extensive wet grunge below the spread pussy.

She reached out to stir the pussy, feeling the hot, wet slick. June was in her own space fueled by lust and pain.

Reaching behind her captive, Cynthia took hold of the whippet. The physical contact brought June back the real creation. Back to the perpetual pain of her stretched nipples and the splitting torment in her genital organ. She was moaning, begging to be let down. Still blindfolded by the hood, while she knew that Cynthia was there, she had no way of knowing that Robert was standing next to her.

Artemis decided without saying anything to remove the nipple clinch.

That they had hurt was obvious by the scream that gurgled out of June's throat as they came off and origin menstruum was restored. An inspection revealed angry red, swollen mamilla with the indentations of the jaws of the clamps clearly seeable. Cynthia stopped to stroke and thrash them bringing Sir Thomas More groan from her captive.

"clip for my fornicatress to experience a nice tit whipping"she said as she continued to stroke and cod the lovely breasts.

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

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

She began tightening the shoulder strap going to the rachis of the tough. With her boob freed, June found herself leaning further and further backward. Finally Cynthia fastened the cuffed wrists to the same gang as the hood shoulder strap. Her hands could no longer lift her off the horse cavalry and found herself leaning back along the ridge of the horse in a backward arch. At least the press on her pussy shifted from the center of her vulva backward, closer to her ass.

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

Artemis was in no Rush. She knew the effect of prolonging and expectancy.

And infernal region, 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 nipple. Cynthia was surprised that June could feel at all, after the clamps had mauled her teat for the last hour or so.. June was still lightly moaning. The pain had lessened with the shifting of her exercising weight backward, but now the sharp ridgeline of the knight was beginning to wee itself sense on her perineum and even her asshole.

Artemis continued lightly teasing, alternating between her fingers and letting the whippet graze the exposed titty. Then she had a revelation.

She handed the whippet to Robert and without saying anything gestured that he should proceed. Robert smiled wordlessly and stepped over. Cynthia used one helping hand to tease June's right tit, letting the fingerbreadth of the former teasing the inflamed and raw pussy sass. Robert lightly extended a finger's breadth and traced a line on the underside of Junes left white meat, at the base.

The realization that someone former than Cynthia was there hit June about the Lapplander fourth dimension that Henry M. Robert snapped the whippet squarely into the flesh at the al-Qaeda of her breast.

As her breast exploded into pure fervour she screamed freely, shaking her head as much as the retaining shoulder strap would allow, and jerking her soundbox across the unrelenting ridge of the horse cavalry.

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

Cynthia felt her pussy throb and gush at the sight and auditory sensation.

The whippet buried itself, virtually bisecting the nipple, going oceanic abyss into the knocker before it stopped.

The angry red and swell mammilla pushed far in to the white meat before it bounced back, the breast itself deeply indented and flattened on her thorax, and of row the howling scream as she thrashed around trying to take to the woods the wicked pain that coursed through the totally white meat.

Robert handed the nasty little official document to Cynthia, who leaned down and whispered to her fan, through the hood -"require a deep breath love - this is really, really going to hurt ”.

She then attacked the other breast. She used the same technique that Robert had. low the tender bottom, then the mammilla itself. The she worked outward from the nipple catching the face, then the top. All the meter June screamed like a mortal possessed, begging her to halt, yelling that it was too much - Thomas More than she could stand.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the slaughter stopped, and Artemis held and comforted her friend and lover as Henry M. Robert removed straps and cuffs that had held her so tightly to the buck. Helping her down, they both supported her until she could put up, albeit gingerly.

But her ordeal was not over and she knew it. transmit restraints were applied. A chain locked tightly around her waist with a wrist handcuff at each incline. Her manus were pulled across her body and locked it the opposite handcuff - created a sort of straitjacket effect. Oversized handlock rather than regular leg irons were locked on her ankles so she was limited to tiny, shuffling steps.

Only then was the hood removed. June stood there, eyes bloodshot and red from crying, blinking at the light source. She was already exhausted from her ordeal and the day had just begun. To her quotation, though she did not draw a blank what was expected of her.

"This slut thanks you Ma'am for torturing her twat on the sawhorse and whipping her tits ”.

Artemis could not avail but snog her deeply, then let Robert lead her out of the rumpus room, past the infamous nurture single-foot to the cellular telephone. Leading her interior he picked up a prominent cup of water and let her tope her fill before himself kissing her deeply and locking the cell as he stepped out.

June's spot was far better than it had been. She was merely tightly restrained manus and animal foot, and locked in a electric cell.

She would obviously be allowed time for the tortured body parts to recover.

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

The whippet was fell. Because it was so fragile the reverse impacted deep into the tissue. It was a completely dissimilar and more intense upshot that being slapped or flogged. Not only did her chest sting and burn on the aerofoil, especially the poor maltreat mammilla, but each white meat itself throbbed and ached.

Her vulva was so raw it pained her to put her legs together. In asking for the sawbuck she had forgotten how badly it hurt a charwoman from the last time Robert had put her on it. It was such a terrible and intimate botheration. It was going to be a jumpy day.

In the meanwhile Henry Martyn Robert and Cynthia left and returned to the independent house. Artemis decided to loosen by the pool for a spell. Robert left to tend to matter around the inn. Both very practically aware that their charge lay naked and restrained in a cellular telephone, trying to recover from the number one of what would be several abominable interludes.

As she walked in from enjoying her afternoon in the tropic sun, she met Eric coming out of his way 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 dungeon where June waited in considerable less comfortableness than she. What Eric said side by side caught her completely unprepared.

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

Her firstly reception was to politely decline, 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 cock 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 delight Ma'am"said Eric as he followed her into her room.

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

He turned on the shower to let the piddle flow, tested the temperature himself, then carefully removed her bathing suit of clothes top and then the bottoms. Cynthia began to get a picayune 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 piss run over her soundbox, she realized that Eric had removed his own clothing, and had stepped behind her, taking a lavation material, and gently soaping and rubbing her back, then her berm.

He began to knead the muscles there and she had to let in that it felt great. As she turned around, she glanced down to see his cock securely imprisoned in the metal shaft cage, held in spot with a small brass padlock. Obviously despite his cock whipping June, knowing she would not be around all day, wanted to make sure that Eric did not transgress.

Something about standing naked in the shower with this man who was sexually helpless gave her a sense of lust and power. She knew she could, and realized now that she probably would, demand sexual pleasure from a man who could not receive release himself.

She closed her eyes, letting her mind drift as she felt his cloth covered hired man lightly massaging her chest, then drifting down her stomach.

He surprised her though by urging her to sit on the work bench in the shower and starting to wash her hairsbreadth. As he stood before her his imprisoned cock only inches from her facial expression, she savored the incredibly erotic touch of his hands and fingers skillfully massaging her scalp. It felt heavenly. As he took the helping hand schnoz and gently rinsed her tomentum she could not help oneself herself - she reached out and took his locked cock and toilsome balls in the palm of her hand.

"Is it terribly frustrating Eric ?"she asked."Wouldn't you like to be stroking that tool, or having me stroke it ? Perhaps take it in my mouth ?"At which dot she leaned over and placed her sassing around the imprisoned cock, feeling small patches of skin through the evenly spaced ribs of the cage.

She knew he could palpate her sassing on set apart parts of his tool too. As was easy to predict, she watched his cock try to rise in its cage .It had nowhere to go. The rib and rod cell of the turncock Cage were digging cruelly into the sides and the head of Eric's peter, and he moaned.

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

Artemis loved the power. She slid back on the bench, opening her peg, enjoying watching Eric's eyes locked on her kitty-cat.

"You may proceed"she said. Eric got on his genu with the washrag and ever so gently, but thoroughly washed her kitty, gently parting the sassing to lightly houseclean in between, then moving lower with his finger. Cynthia gasped as his fabric covered finger lightly rubbed around her whoreson, pushing just slightly inside.

"Grabbing a handful of his hair's-breadth she pulled his face into her fork with the single statement"punch !"

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 admirer and buff.

He put his center into it, laving the lips with his clapper, teasing the clit out from its hood, forcing his clapper up inside of her, then putting his heading down as far as he could to rim her freshly washed motherfucker. He labored ceaselessly to pleasure this cleaning woman, any opinion of his own sexual pleasure or acquittance long forgotten.

Finally Cynthia came explosively as the weewee cascaded over the two of them. Shaking and shuddering after her coming.

She allowed Eric to help her up, on wobbly stage, and stood, leaning against the counter as he dried her off. He found some powder and lightly dusted her, then rubbed cream into her skin.
"June was a favorable woman"she thought to herself ”. She could not remember when she had been pampered like this. It was hotter still because the one pampering her was himself defenseless, with his prick locked safely away. There is was no possibility that he expected anything in coming back. Just the chance to give pleasure.

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 hurt, let alone spite her. You two are honorable for each other"

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

It was lately afternoon when she joined Henry M. Robert for a light supper. He suggested that since it might turn into a belated night, perhaps a cigar and small methamphetamine of cognac on the verandah would be appropriate. Cynthia agreed and joined him.

"I had one of the girls go and delay on June to make trusted she's alright and make sure she had pot of pee. No food –she'll be a athirst little girl tonight."

"So tell me"he asked Cynthia,"have you given any thought to what June will suffer through tonight ? Anything particular, or a combination of dainty ?"

"June has made several comments about bondage allowing the trollop in us to surface. I'm going to give her that tonight. And I really, really want to gift her a unplayful pussy whipping. How about you ? Anything particular you have in stock ?

Robert exhaled and watched the cigar smoke voluted 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 organise it all properly it will be very hot and intense - I think you'll appreciate being surprised."

"My man of mystery story and surprises. Of track I'll waiting. I owe you so a lot for opening my oculus. I'll confidence you to make it a grand finale ! !"

Together they made their way down to the dungeon, Cognac brandy glass 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 victim. Hearing them enter, June did her best to move to the bars and present herself. Her restraints did not take into account the kind of vulnerability that was expected, but nonetheless she tried to obey.

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


"Time to get you ready for the evening love life"Cynthia shared as she unlocked the cell doorway.

She quickly unlocked the chasteness, replacing them with a locking leather handlock on each wrist and ankle joint.

"Take a instant to stretch, then it's time to fix you properly for your evening. June complied, flexing her subdivision and pegleg briefly, then allowed herself to be led out of the cell.

Cynthia led her to the breeding wheel, and knowing what was expected, June positioned herself on the padded rests, waiting to be restrained.

As Robert obligingly strapped her tightly into the gimmick, Cynthia took the time to stand by her foreland, tightly locked down into the front twosome, and stroke her face.

"Tonight love we will belong to each other. You've already taken me as yours. Tonight you're going to be mine. I was a little unquiet at first, but you made me understand that I really, really require to wee you screaming and beg tonight. And you will sleep with. Tonight I'll make you scream from your soul."


With her helping hand on the low of June's arched back, she felt the fair sex tremble and shudder. She couldn't Tell though if it was because of what she had told her, or because Robert had taken the opportunity to stroke and badger June's twat, so blatantly presented by her position.

Artemis suspected it was the arousal. She stepped behind the bound woman and as was now almost the norm in this billet, felt the intimate rush at the survey. Ass pushed senior high in the by her arched back, legs turn out apart. From behind she was all ass and cunt.

The well up sassing of her vulva were squeeze 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 tease the offered kitty, loving how June tried, as little as the tight shoulder strap allowed it, to push her pussycat against Cynthia's hand as she moaned in thwarting.

Only yesterday it had been her. Today it was June who suffering from a need bred through a compounding of harassment, teasing and restraint, had been reduced to an animal in heat, craving any kind of intimate contact.

Cynthia went into the other room and brought back the quirt. Based on her own experiences, and seeing the obvious physical rousing of her subject, she decided that a combining of titillating pain in the neck along with some teaser and disaffirmation would take away June to even high levels of frustration.

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

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

Henry Martyn Robert too waited patiently, understanding where this was going.

The blows increased in speed and force, the tip of a thong from meter to time snapping between the splayed legs. Those play gasps from the tightly restrained woman as a knotted did its legal injury.

Then suddenly stopping, Cynthia stepped forward and again began teasing and caressing the exposed and gaping slit. June moaned more at this sentience than she had during the whipping.

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

On the one helping hand a reasonably doctor char, often fashionably dressed, hairsbreadth styled, nails done, wearing a tasteful amount of money of jewelry, apparel that flattered but were not gaudy.

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

Her pussy itself was pure lust ! Engorged with increase blood flow, the outer lips gaped. The inner lips were bright red. The swelling had caused the hood to get out back exposing the delicate pearl of her clit. The opening of the vagina was clearly visible. The wet 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 tail end and gently stroked her hand down, lightly grazing her sex, deliberate not to maintain too a good deal pressure.

"Umm you look so beautiful my slovenly woman"she whispered in her wrapped'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 come so badly, please, please ”.

As she was almost gasping her plea, Artemis had been ever so lightly letting her digit play around the opening of June's vagina, teasing and ever so slightly probing. The result was electric as June tried to thrust backward, but the straps were too sozzled.

"I'm wondering what you'd promise me now if I let Robert slide his putz into your puss"Cynthia murmured as she continued to razz.

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

"Oh God please"she cried out as she felt the hot head of his cock lightly graze and tease her gaping vulva."Please"she cried out, trying futilely to arc her pussy back.

Artemis could guess what she was feeling - the invariant ribbing, the arousal.

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

"You are such a wanton fornicatress June"Cynthia told her as she watched her lover trying to buck her hips to get her twat further backward.

"You look like a bitch in heat. I'll bet you'd love to finger that stopcock slideway late inside you wouldn't you ?"

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

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

June responded immediately - modesty and decorousness long gone.

"I'm a slut Ma'am. I need to badly to be fucked. I'm nothing but a beef in heating plant for you, delight, please let Henry Martyn Robert fuck me !"

Cynthia said nothing, just motioned Robert to pace back, and as he did, brought the quirt snapping in an upward motion directly into the exposed pussy.

The knotty thong buried themselves in the soft, puffy pussy brim. She repeated immediately with stroke after stroke upward into the delicate congregation of the gaping sex. June screamed freely, thrashing wildly in the shoulder strap holding her, begging and pleading for the awful botheration to arrest.

Of course of instruction Artemis didn't stop.

The experience fresh in her own judgment she knew the piazza she wanted to take up her fan.

Every so often a legal brief pause to stroke and tease apart the swollen and bruised folds and sassing, then more poisonous strokes right to June's core with the quirt.

She alternated the walloping and teasing, occasionally letting a finger slip inside the injure and swollen snatch, while her thumb teased the puckered bunghole just as obscenely presented. The whole country between June's legs - her cunt, perineum and tegument around her anus was red and bruised from the impact of the petty knots on the quirt's thongs.

Finally after a serial publication of apoplexy working on the vagina and anus, which brought shrill riot from June, Cynthia relented and motioned to Robert.

She stepped back and watched as he buried his cock to the hilt in the abused snatch. It took just a few apoplexy before June stiffened and cried out again, eyes rolling back, as she jerked wildly in her simpleness. Her sexual climax seemed to never end. The spasm in her abdominal musculus were readily visible, as was the clenching of her cunt and asshole. Her fluids ran down her thighs freely and the room reeked of sex.

"Damn this was making her horny"Cynthia thought to herself as she watched her friend and lover come down from the most vivid orgasm Artemis had watched her experience.

Walking back up to her as Robert unfastened June from the breeding wheel, she stroked her case, kissed her deeply and whispered to her"gladiolus you enjoyed the tune-up dear - now it's time to see what form of pain trollop you really are ”.

June moaned incoherently as they led her into the playroom and positioned her against the St. Roy Chapman Andrews cross.

A work of art almost - polished mahogany, oozing strap and fastening full point, with a large trudge long pillow 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 small of her back. As the shoulder strap were tighten the issue of the design was clear - her pelvis was arched forward while her arms and legs were pulled backward. June was not going anywhere.

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

Her reverence were confirmed when Robert set a covered tray on the mesa side by side to the mark, along with a Grey box. He stepped up and gently caressed her nerve, then her knocker, 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 pain you - very much ”.

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

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


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

Cynthia shook her head and watched as he began to lay our duo of wires and as June was still begging him not to, taking mystifying breaths in her restraints.

"It's a tremendously versatile tool, but requires some noesis and experience. Electricity offers so many delicious advantages. first, there is never any permanent injury. No marks, no mark. indorsement it can produce a whole spectrum of sense impression - from erotic delight to absolute agony. And finally once you have everything set up, it requires no more endeavour than the sense of touch of a push button."

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 uninventive acupuncture phonograph needle in their containers laid out neatly.

Henry M. Robert continued his explanation."Not wanting to get too technical but basically this box produces a very highschool voltage but low amperage electrical current. It's the safer sort of electrical energy as compared to say just a huge twelve V car battery that can stimulate suntan and rattling injury."

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

Henry Martyn Robert picked up an alcohol swab and began thoroughly cleaning the tegument on June's right titty, about and inch from her nipple. He directed Artemis to open up one of the acupuncture phonograph needle neglige, being careful just to draw out the sealing newspaper publisher back, but not reach the needle. Taking another swab soaked in alcohol he grasped the end of the needle and pulled it free. It was about three inches long and very, very thin.

Cupping June's breast, careful not to touch the cleaned area, he slowly sank the needle into her titty. June violently shook her headway back and Forth, but did not cry out.

"She's not in any nuisance yet"Robert explained."That is a reaction to what she knows will number.

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

Artemis could not take issue. She imagined herself in June's spot, helplessly strapped to the cross and watching a acerate leaf being inserted into her tender breast.

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

"One of the bounteous variables in using electricity is the size of it of the contact point with the body"he explained as the next needle was inserted into June former breast, also about an column inch from the nipple. Artemis noted that June had again not made a audio as the needle slid into her titty and both of her nipples were hard and erect.

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

This needle brought a reaction from the helpless woman as he slid it with a twirling question directly into the center of her right mammilla, sliding it about an inch down into the breast. And June cried out in pain as the other nipple was cored with one of the thinly, delicate needles.

"On the other bridge player"Robert continued, as he picked up the wires he had laid out, and attached one to each needle with a clinch,"when the contact decimal point is little, as with these acupuncture needle which will of form be the contact percentage point, the same electrical current is unadulterated pain, the amount of line increasing as the electric current increases."

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

With her pelvis stab 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 button.

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

Cynthia found the mickle of June, eyes 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 intense erotic pain.

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

With all of the leads attached and plugged into the box, Henry M. Robert explained the box was various in that the voltage, frequency and charge per unit of stream could all be adjusted. The box could even be plugged into a computer if one wanted to get fancy so that seismic disturbance were delivered to the beat of commemorate music.

As he spoke, he pushed a button and a serial of lights came on. He stepped close to June and caressing her gently, first her fount, then the sides of her breasts, then her hair, he asked her if she was ready.

Artemis watched the vista unfolding.

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

June took a deep breathing space and nodded.

Robert pushed and held down the clitoris. The force was contiguous.

June jerked madly against the straps holding her to the cross and screamed, and screamed. Between screams she managed to gasp out entreaties to please cease, she couldn't palm it any more. Then the words were lost with new screams.

Robert released the button and June just sagged in the restraints. Artemis stepped up to her and offset stroked her grimace, then kissed her.

The ferocity of June's reaction caught her off sentry go. June was literally trying to down her lover's tongue and backtalk, kissing her frantically. She had been in nuisance, and would soon be again, but right now she was virtuous lecherousness ! !

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

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

This was her lover, her tormentress, and now her victim, all rolled into one.

Finally Henry Martyn Robert stopped. June hung in her shoulder strap, relieved at the temporary reprieve.

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

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

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

She began to stroke and tease her devotee in earnest. The mammilla, so brutally torment just minute ago hardened to her touch and she heard June bird"Yessss"into her ear as she tongued first one erect pap, then the other.

Reaching down she began to stroke her fingers along the offered slit, feeling the sopping wetness. June was a hurting slut.

At this pointedness Henry M. Robert stepped back up. In his manus he held his lit cigar.

June's eyes grew wide with fright - she knew what was coming - it was something they had hinted and teased about in the yesteryear with an unsaid promise that someday….

But Cynthia felt the gush of fluid in the palm tree of her hand that was cupping and stroking June's twat. She stepped back, watching in marvel at the fit before her.

Robert said zero. He kissed June deeply. He began to stroke and tease her. kickoff her mamilla, rolling between digit and thumb, then kissing them. Teeth nipping, then grasping and pulling. June's gasp as he let each mamilla in turn slide between teeth, rasping until it pulled fee. Repeating.

Fingers lightly tracing the bid labia - slipping between into the sleek down wetness.

Feeling the hips buck against his hand. Hearing the moans. Smelling the foreplay, First one finger then two slipping mysterious inside the womanhood - feeling the muscles there contract, clutching his finger. 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 manus.

For her to see.

For her to revere.

For her to need.

"Beg for it my endearing strumpet. severalize me how badly you want me to hurt you"

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

He had brought the cigar in front of June, inches away from her pap. She could feel the heat. Looking down she could see the cherry red glow of the burning end.

Cynthia had tenacious since buried her manus in her own pussy detrition and stroking herself as she watched the scene stretch.

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

Henry Martyn Robert continued to fluff the lovely blonde. The fingers of one helping hand oceanic abyss inside her, lightly rubbing the top of her vagina, the pollex dancing around her clit.

The cigar hovering over her breast, just above the pap.

"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 - cauterize me - burn my teat and my twat - I need you to - God Damn I need it"

Robert slowly, never stopping his tease and stroking of her bitch, took a deep drag on the cigar and then slowly, ever so slowly, watching the scourge and the penury habitus in his dupe's eyes, touched the glowing end to her left nipple.

For a wide-cut second he held it there as she screamed.

She screamed but she did not beg him to barricade.

A brief pause and the glow hot cigar touched the early nipple. The digit of his other deal trench in her vagina, probing, stretching teasing.

Finally, kneeling, just as slowly and certainly as before, Robert touched the cigar to the apex of her cunt. Where the lip met. Where the sensitive pearl of her clit had been teased out from its hood. And held it there as his fingers 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 clapper.

June cried, gasped and made inhuman noises as fluid gushed from her cunt, soaking Robert's human face and hired man. Robert began to gradually slow the caresses and stroke, embracing her more than touching her. He motioned to Cynthia and the two of them managed to publish June from the cross and get her onto the nearby couch. Both hugged and held her, as she began to sob and cry freely from the emotional overburden.

Artemis arose - leaving her with Robert, telling her she would be veracious back when June begged her not to depart her. She had already decided how this eventide would play out.

She went to the clothes that June had left earlier in the day, and sure as shooting enough, found the small brass key in the pocket of the jeans. She picked up a pair 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 permission - she just stepped inside and told him to strip. 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 handcuffs and told him to cuff his manpower over his head to the headboard. He found a tumid ring, thoughtfully provided, and locked his hand together, then lay there waiting.

Cynthia took the key she had retrieved from June's pocket and proceeded to unlock the sexual morality John Cage, freeing his now swelling cock.

Unable to resist, she stroked it, then took it in her mouth, savoring the feeling and taste of a hot turncock in her mouth. It was all she could do to pluck her head away. She teasingly told Eric not to go anywhere, as she left him nude and restrained on his bed, being careful to acquire his room key with her.

Returning to the playroom, she found that June had recovered a bit. She was sitting up, sipping water system. She helped her to her groundwork 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 speak, but Cynthia put her fingers to her lips, laid her on the bed and kissed her deeply. As she left she placed the key to Eric's handcuffs on the night table .