that she straddled her head groom’s upturned face, facing down the length of the pale body. Straightaway Patti began to lap eagerly between the blonde’s legs while Brian had her bend forwards so that she could nibble at Patti’s clitoris. Both women’s breasts squeezed outwards as the bodies settled into a sixty-nine and the relentless machine continued to fuck Patti.
Anne Marie, still leading Tigre who still sported a huge strap-on which glistened with the secretions from Rose’s cunt, positioned her behind Blondie and while she held her anus wide open, Tigre shuffled forwards until the strap-on was lodged at the entrance. Then Brian landed two hefty swipes with a riding crop to the gypsy’s backside and she rammed herself into Blondie’s back passage. The blonde’s groans joined Patti’s increasingly shrill cries as the dungeon began to resonate to the sounds of debauchery.
Blackie knelt before Raika’s spread legs and licked her out while the groom crotch whipped Legs, who had been thrown casually backwards across another bench. Helga was using a strap-on to fuck an ecstatic Jet who was in turn eating out Trouble. For once even Trouble’s normally jealous nature wasn’t causing any problems and beside her Ox had formed an impromptu sixty-nine with Rose. Carlo was taking Cherry doggy style and thrashing her with a strap as he rode her. Brian bent Tigre forwards and coated his cock in the juices that were pouring from the threesome in front of him before extracting screams and cries from all the participants as he thrust up into Tigre’s rectum and made her hammer all the harder at Blondie’s back passage so that she in turn chewed harder on Patti’s clitoris.
One by one the different groups achieved their orgasms and cocks and strap-ons were removed. Exhausted participants gathered around Patti and watched as the Terminator drained the last of her strength and she was propelled to one last screaming climax, her body thrashing about on the bench, her teeth clenching in a rictus of agonised bliss and her raw throat subsiding into mere hoarse groans. Carlo turned the machine off and freed her shackles then the stable’s complement watched in amusement as she fell sideways, making no attempt to cushion her fall, just landing in a heap and groaning softly, then slowly her bottom lifted into the air enough to allow her hands to make their way down under her sweating body and cup her burning sex.
“Come on, let’s get these lovely bitches back in their stalls!” Carlo called, as though Patti’s collapse had signalled the end of the celebrations.
The slaves were shackled and bedded down as they were, cleaning and grooming could wait till the morning. But Brian discovered that in all the excitement Purdy had been left, still with the vibrator inside her. She was writhing and whimpering on her straw, desperate for someone to fuck her and finish her off. He obliged and then took Raika up to his rooms. It was late but he was sure that after such a good session at some time in the night he would need the Indian girl’s exquisite and ardent mouth. Carlo slung the semi-conscious Patti over his shoulder and took her to his rooms. Brian vaguely heard her demented cries as he was drifting off to sleep and knew that Carlo was forcing one final orgasm from her ecstasy-tormented body.
Chapter 4
“Am I going to be tongue ringed?” Ayesha asked softly.
“And branded, yes. Tomorrow,” Brian answered, whispering as well while he chained her collar in her stall in the horse box. Nearly two weeks after her arrival, Patti’s diet, the Lodge’s kitchen and Raika taking her for gentle trots around the parklands between the shafts of one of the traps had worked their magic. Her figure had filled back out to its sensual best, her skin had healed well, although some yellowing bruises and a few scabs remained. Her hair shone once more and her big eyes were bright and intelligent again. But talking was a problem for
Anne Marie, still leading Tigre who still sported a huge strap-on which glistened with the secretions from Rose’s cunt, positioned her behind Blondie and while she held her anus wide open, Tigre shuffled forwards until the strap-on was lodged at the entrance. Then Brian landed two hefty swipes with a riding crop to the gypsy’s backside and she rammed herself into Blondie’s back passage. The blonde’s groans joined Patti’s increasingly shrill cries as the dungeon began to resonate to the sounds of debauchery.
Blackie knelt before Raika’s spread legs and licked her out while the groom crotch whipped Legs, who had been thrown casually backwards across another bench. Helga was using a strap-on to fuck an ecstatic Jet who was in turn eating out Trouble. For once even Trouble’s normally jealous nature wasn’t causing any problems and beside her Ox had formed an impromptu sixty-nine with Rose. Carlo was taking Cherry doggy style and thrashing her with a strap as he rode her. Brian bent Tigre forwards and coated his cock in the juices that were pouring from the threesome in front of him before extracting screams and cries from all the participants as he thrust up into Tigre’s rectum and made her hammer all the harder at Blondie’s back passage so that she in turn chewed harder on Patti’s clitoris.
One by one the different groups achieved their orgasms and cocks and strap-ons were removed. Exhausted participants gathered around Patti and watched as the Terminator drained the last of her strength and she was propelled to one last screaming climax, her body thrashing about on the bench, her teeth clenching in a rictus of agonised bliss and her raw throat subsiding into mere hoarse groans. Carlo turned the machine off and freed her shackles then the stable’s complement watched in amusement as she fell sideways, making no attempt to cushion her fall, just landing in a heap and groaning softly, then slowly her bottom lifted into the air enough to allow her hands to make their way down under her sweating body and cup her burning sex.
“Come on, let’s get these lovely bitches back in their stalls!” Carlo called, as though Patti’s collapse had signalled the end of the celebrations.
The slaves were shackled and bedded down as they were, cleaning and grooming could wait till the morning. But Brian discovered that in all the excitement Purdy had been left, still with the vibrator inside her. She was writhing and whimpering on her straw, desperate for someone to fuck her and finish her off. He obliged and then took Raika up to his rooms. It was late but he was sure that after such a good session at some time in the night he would need the Indian girl’s exquisite and ardent mouth. Carlo slung the semi-conscious Patti over his shoulder and took her to his rooms. Brian vaguely heard her demented cries as he was drifting off to sleep and knew that Carlo was forcing one final orgasm from her ecstasy-tormented body.
Chapter 4
“Am I going to be tongue ringed?” Ayesha asked softly.
“And branded, yes. Tomorrow,” Brian answered, whispering as well while he chained her collar in her stall in the horse box. Nearly two weeks after her arrival, Patti’s diet, the Lodge’s kitchen and Raika taking her for gentle trots around the parklands between the shafts of one of the traps had worked their magic. Her figure had filled back out to its sensual best, her skin had healed well, although some yellowing bruises and a few scabs remained. Her hair shone once more and her big eyes were bright and intelligent again. But talking was a problem for
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