Blonde Fury

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make passes in the air above it to manipulate the girl into any posture he cho se. As Clive joined the group, the man had just made an expand and rise gesture over the pad and the device had extended the pole running up from the floor and bent back the arms and legs so that the girl was now presented at face height wi th her pelvis thrust forward but the rest of her body and her arms and legs bent sharply backwards, as if she was being launched skywards. There was some laughter and applause. The man made some more passes and lowered the pole, made bending back gestures at either side and low down on the console and w ith a quiet humming noise the sD ock lowered its cargo , bending her legs back from the knees and he guided it to a halt – by holding his palm out to the console – when the girl was kneeling in front of him, her torso now upright and her mouth at the perfect height for cock sucking. Urged on by the onlookers, he freed his cock fro m his trousers and guided it to rub against her lips. Immediately she opened them and he slid himself into her.
    “We’ve been training the slaves to it for a couple of weeks now, ” Bob Barber told Clive. “They squealed rather a lot to start with but they’ve settled down to it now. They know that it won’t bend them in any way that’ll cause damage. ” Just below her hood the men could see how eagerly the slave was hollowing her cheeks as she sucked and how much of him she was getting down her throat as his pubic hair almost brushed her nose.
    Suddenly the man jerked his pelvis frantically at the girl’s mouth and clutched the back of her hood as he came and then stood back. His place was taken by a woman. She had obviously been watching carefully and made a revolve motion over the console and the girl was spun around so that her back was to the woman, then a quick upwards beckon at the far end of the console had the girl lifted and tipped back so that she lay face up. Demurely the woman lifted the front of her long skirt and stepped forwards slightly, spreading her legs as she did so. A look of utter pleasure softened her rather hard face as she felt the girl begin to tongue her. She made the gesture of opening her fingers over the console and the girl’s legs were drawn wide apart. A man that Clive assumed was her husband – but at an arena one could never be sure – placed himself at her open cunt, unzipped his flies and began to fuck her.
    The woman’s skirt was long enough and cut generously enough to hide everything that was going on underneath, it was a fashion that was beginning to catch on in quit e a big way. Free women had begu n to cover up as a direct reaction to the amount of naked female slaveflesh that was on show at the arenas, via the internet and increasingly on some streets in better off areas of British towns and cities. It wasn’t a prudish covering up – at the moment, necklines were daringly plunging, but it was a definite move away from free women needing to bare their legs in particular. It merely differentiated them from slavegirls but it didn’t in any way inhibit them from enjoying them , or from being enjoyed by their men .
    Clive accepted another drink from a waiter as the woman flung her head back and climaxed noisily while her partner did the same at the slave’s other end. Then, smiling happily they stepped away from the splayed body and left it to the next customer. Clive looked on proudly as the console was manipulated again by the man who spun the girl so that she lay with her head away from him and he had her arms and legs stretched out fully and then slightly bent back so that she was arched up towards him as he moved in to fuck her, pausing only to have his own slave kneel and lick the last man’s sperm from her.
    The company that had patented the sD ock had been a company that Clive’s administration had helped with grants and loan guarantees. Now it was clearly ready for the market and it would secure Britain’s

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