them.
After six cuts, the man threw the cane aside, positioned himself between Vanessa’s scarlet buttocks and rammed his cock into the dark pit of her bottom.
Vanessa gasped as the piston of flesh parted her tight orifice. She’d never had proper anal sex. The rubber dildo had not prepared her for the feel of a real penis forcing its way up her most intimate entrance. She felt shamed, disgusted, violated … and more excited and aroused than she had ever known.
Desperately she jerked her hips the few centimetres her straps allowed and clenched her anal ring in a forlorn attempt to keep him inside her forever. His sperm pumped into her entrails as her own orgasm erupted, sending her body into a wild spasm.
‘Thank you …’ she screamed aloud.
When Vanessa became aware of her surroundings again through her post-orgasmic haze, the man was gone and Sandra was flushing his sperm out of her rectum.
But this time, before returning to her mat, Sandra gently stroked and patted Vanessa’s stinging thighs, her swollen pudenda and tender bottom cheeks. Vanessa was puzzled by the unexpected gesture. Was it meant as commiseration or encouragement? Perhaps both. Shortly afterwards, Miss Kyle arrived and Sandra was led away. Vanessa wondered whether she would see her again or ever know what she looked like under that mask.
Miss Kyle released the straps and clamps that had held her so firmly to the rack and tilted it upright. Unsupported, Vanessa slithered to the floor with a groan of pain. Her limbs were locked in the position she had been bound in. Miss Kyle chuckled as Vanessa twitched and squirmed painfully. ‘Don’t worry, girl, you’ll get over it.’
She then clamped Vanessa’s ankle with a metal cuff from which trailed a length of chain. As life gradually returned to Vanessa’s limbs, Miss Kyle made her crawl to a corner of the room where a rubber mat had been laid out, locking the end of the chain to a ring in the wall. Numbed and aching, hugging her sore groin, Vanessa curled up in a ball and fell into an exhausted sleep.
‘Wake up, Vanessa …’
Vanessa jerked suddenly into shocking alertness. Memory flooded back and her cheeks reddened with shame. It hadn’t been a dream. Shiller and Miss Kyle were standing over her. She shrank back into the corner, instinctively trying to cover her breasts and pubes, causing Miss Kyle to smile.
‘It’s half past eleven,’ the Director said briskly. ‘Shortly you will contact your editor, assure him you are well and that there is no need to call the police. You will arrange to meet him in person later this afternoon and he will drive you back to your flat.’ She saw the expression of hope on Vanessa’s face. ‘Naturally, we shall take precautions to ensure you do not reveal what you have discovered.’ She pointed to the bench on which an odd assortment of items had been laid out. ‘Our research department has some experience in producing specialised devices to control the activities of young women. They will ensure you say and do only what we allow …’
‘On your feet, girl!’ Miss Kyle ordered.
Vanessa was made to stand with her legs spread, back straight, breasts thrust out and hands clasped behind her head, lifting her thick mane of hair off her shoulders. The Director looked her over, noting the fading cane marks on her breasts and buttocks. Despite the punishment they had undergone, Vanessa felt her teats swelling and hardening painfully under her gaze. She hung her head in shame at her display, but the Director merely smiled.
‘First, we must be able to monitor your actions at a distance and communicate with you in turn …’
Miss Kyle pressed a slim, contoured metal plate to the nape of Vanessa’s neck just below the hairline. From each end of the box thin transparent arms curved round to her ears, where they divided into an upper loop, which extended over the top of each ear and round into the earholes, and a lower section tipped by a slim metal
After six cuts, the man threw the cane aside, positioned himself between Vanessa’s scarlet buttocks and rammed his cock into the dark pit of her bottom.
Vanessa gasped as the piston of flesh parted her tight orifice. She’d never had proper anal sex. The rubber dildo had not prepared her for the feel of a real penis forcing its way up her most intimate entrance. She felt shamed, disgusted, violated … and more excited and aroused than she had ever known.
Desperately she jerked her hips the few centimetres her straps allowed and clenched her anal ring in a forlorn attempt to keep him inside her forever. His sperm pumped into her entrails as her own orgasm erupted, sending her body into a wild spasm.
‘Thank you …’ she screamed aloud.
When Vanessa became aware of her surroundings again through her post-orgasmic haze, the man was gone and Sandra was flushing his sperm out of her rectum.
But this time, before returning to her mat, Sandra gently stroked and patted Vanessa’s stinging thighs, her swollen pudenda and tender bottom cheeks. Vanessa was puzzled by the unexpected gesture. Was it meant as commiseration or encouragement? Perhaps both. Shortly afterwards, Miss Kyle arrived and Sandra was led away. Vanessa wondered whether she would see her again or ever know what she looked like under that mask.
Miss Kyle released the straps and clamps that had held her so firmly to the rack and tilted it upright. Unsupported, Vanessa slithered to the floor with a groan of pain. Her limbs were locked in the position she had been bound in. Miss Kyle chuckled as Vanessa twitched and squirmed painfully. ‘Don’t worry, girl, you’ll get over it.’
She then clamped Vanessa’s ankle with a metal cuff from which trailed a length of chain. As life gradually returned to Vanessa’s limbs, Miss Kyle made her crawl to a corner of the room where a rubber mat had been laid out, locking the end of the chain to a ring in the wall. Numbed and aching, hugging her sore groin, Vanessa curled up in a ball and fell into an exhausted sleep.
‘Wake up, Vanessa …’
Vanessa jerked suddenly into shocking alertness. Memory flooded back and her cheeks reddened with shame. It hadn’t been a dream. Shiller and Miss Kyle were standing over her. She shrank back into the corner, instinctively trying to cover her breasts and pubes, causing Miss Kyle to smile.
‘It’s half past eleven,’ the Director said briskly. ‘Shortly you will contact your editor, assure him you are well and that there is no need to call the police. You will arrange to meet him in person later this afternoon and he will drive you back to your flat.’ She saw the expression of hope on Vanessa’s face. ‘Naturally, we shall take precautions to ensure you do not reveal what you have discovered.’ She pointed to the bench on which an odd assortment of items had been laid out. ‘Our research department has some experience in producing specialised devices to control the activities of young women. They will ensure you say and do only what we allow …’
‘On your feet, girl!’ Miss Kyle ordered.
Vanessa was made to stand with her legs spread, back straight, breasts thrust out and hands clasped behind her head, lifting her thick mane of hair off her shoulders. The Director looked her over, noting the fading cane marks on her breasts and buttocks. Despite the punishment they had undergone, Vanessa felt her teats swelling and hardening painfully under her gaze. She hung her head in shame at her display, but the Director merely smiled.
‘First, we must be able to monitor your actions at a distance and communicate with you in turn …’
Miss Kyle pressed a slim, contoured metal plate to the nape of Vanessa’s neck just below the hairline. From each end of the box thin transparent arms curved round to her ears, where they divided into an upper loop, which extended over the top of each ear and round into the earholes, and a lower section tipped by a slim metal
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