roiling belly.
"Not yet, slavegirl," the harsh order was accompanied by a patch of smarting heat on her right thigh as the Devil's Palm landed, but even this was unable to hold back the inexorable growth of Gemma's orgasm, serving only to add fuel to the flames of lust consuming her.
Twice more the leather cracked across Gemma's thighs, but her passion was beyond control and her belly began to pulse rythmically in the last seconds before her orgasm broke.
Fingers seized her throbbing nipples, pinching sharply and drawing a shrill gasp of delicious pain from her, the additional stimulation breaking down the last barrier.
Gemma convulsed hugely, her belly pounding and shuddering as sprays of love juices jetted into her and she surrendered to the furious passions unleashed by her bondage and arousal at the hands of trainers skilled in the art of subjugation and wise in the ways of slavegirls and what could be extracted from them.
Lost in her own world of passion and ecstasy, Gemma neither knew nor cared what her submission showed about her as she savoured every last drop of sexual pleasure to be had from her orgasm.
Later, Gemma would remember and wonder how it could be that she had become a slave, but at that moment her physical lusts ruled her completely and she could no more control her responses than she could escape from the chains and leather which held her captive.
As she returned to Earth from the sexual heights to which she had been transported, Gemma was confronted with cold, hard reality as she found that she was still securely bound and tightly gagged.
Worse, the third member of her trainers, the man, was staring at her with a cold, speculative gleam in his eye. A gleam that told Gemma that her ordeal was not yet over.
Forced to endure his long, slow, humiliatingly detailed inspection of her nude body, Gemma's face flamed a bright, embarrassed scarlet and her limbs tensed vainly against her bonds in her efforts to hide her shame at the all too obvious evidence of her surrenders to the two female trainers.
His eyes lingered briefly at her swollen nipples, then tracked slowly down across her rounded, sweat-streaked belly and Gemma whimpered softly into her gag as he bent his knees and subjected the engorged lips of her sex to a minute examination, his low chuckle adding to her misery as he gazed at the silvery beads of love juices bedewing her thighs and dark pubic hair.
An excellent job of preparation, ladies," he said, smiling up at his companions, "I feel sure that your efforts will make my task a simple one," and he lowered his head once more.
Staring down at the top of his sleek black head, Gemma's eyes bulged with the sudden knowledge of what was about to be done to her and the horrifying realisation that she could do nothing to prevent it.
His head moved forward and Gemma screamed in anguish as his lips and tongue found the most intimate and sensitive recesses of her defenceless sex, sending her hurtling into a whirling vortex of devastating arousal. The incredible sensations, coupled with her inability to move and the awful fact of her complete vulnerability to a man who held such absolute power over her, worked together to overwhelm Gemma's feeble resistance and her body writhed and plunged and bucked within the strict confines of her ruthless bondage until her entire shuddering form was bathed in sweat and her muffled screams and moans filled the cell.
Almost at her peak, she sobbed in disbelief and loss as the man sat back on his heels and stared deep into her frantic eyes, "Slavegirls like you are not permitted to control the responses of their body," he told her cruelly, "That is for their Masters to decide. You do understand that, don't you, slavegirl?" and he sat calmly waiting for Gemma to agree.
Shuddering in her intense need, Gemma longed to deny his words and prove to him that she still retained control of her own body and
"Not yet, slavegirl," the harsh order was accompanied by a patch of smarting heat on her right thigh as the Devil's Palm landed, but even this was unable to hold back the inexorable growth of Gemma's orgasm, serving only to add fuel to the flames of lust consuming her.
Twice more the leather cracked across Gemma's thighs, but her passion was beyond control and her belly began to pulse rythmically in the last seconds before her orgasm broke.
Fingers seized her throbbing nipples, pinching sharply and drawing a shrill gasp of delicious pain from her, the additional stimulation breaking down the last barrier.
Gemma convulsed hugely, her belly pounding and shuddering as sprays of love juices jetted into her and she surrendered to the furious passions unleashed by her bondage and arousal at the hands of trainers skilled in the art of subjugation and wise in the ways of slavegirls and what could be extracted from them.
Lost in her own world of passion and ecstasy, Gemma neither knew nor cared what her submission showed about her as she savoured every last drop of sexual pleasure to be had from her orgasm.
Later, Gemma would remember and wonder how it could be that she had become a slave, but at that moment her physical lusts ruled her completely and she could no more control her responses than she could escape from the chains and leather which held her captive.
As she returned to Earth from the sexual heights to which she had been transported, Gemma was confronted with cold, hard reality as she found that she was still securely bound and tightly gagged.
Worse, the third member of her trainers, the man, was staring at her with a cold, speculative gleam in his eye. A gleam that told Gemma that her ordeal was not yet over.
Forced to endure his long, slow, humiliatingly detailed inspection of her nude body, Gemma's face flamed a bright, embarrassed scarlet and her limbs tensed vainly against her bonds in her efforts to hide her shame at the all too obvious evidence of her surrenders to the two female trainers.
His eyes lingered briefly at her swollen nipples, then tracked slowly down across her rounded, sweat-streaked belly and Gemma whimpered softly into her gag as he bent his knees and subjected the engorged lips of her sex to a minute examination, his low chuckle adding to her misery as he gazed at the silvery beads of love juices bedewing her thighs and dark pubic hair.
An excellent job of preparation, ladies," he said, smiling up at his companions, "I feel sure that your efforts will make my task a simple one," and he lowered his head once more.
Staring down at the top of his sleek black head, Gemma's eyes bulged with the sudden knowledge of what was about to be done to her and the horrifying realisation that she could do nothing to prevent it.
His head moved forward and Gemma screamed in anguish as his lips and tongue found the most intimate and sensitive recesses of her defenceless sex, sending her hurtling into a whirling vortex of devastating arousal. The incredible sensations, coupled with her inability to move and the awful fact of her complete vulnerability to a man who held such absolute power over her, worked together to overwhelm Gemma's feeble resistance and her body writhed and plunged and bucked within the strict confines of her ruthless bondage until her entire shuddering form was bathed in sweat and her muffled screams and moans filled the cell.
Almost at her peak, she sobbed in disbelief and loss as the man sat back on his heels and stared deep into her frantic eyes, "Slavegirls like you are not permitted to control the responses of their body," he told her cruelly, "That is for their Masters to decide. You do understand that, don't you, slavegirl?" and he sat calmly waiting for Gemma to agree.
Shuddering in her intense need, Gemma longed to deny his words and prove to him that she still retained control of her own body and
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