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The short blonde with the legs of a dancer ans slightly exaggerated breasts stood unsure and naked within the cone of bright light. It's heat made her skin feel like the beginning of a sunburn. Her hands crept, shakily toward covering her private parts.
„Don't even think about it,“ Madame Loraine commanded, looking right trough Melissa.
Her hands fell, helplesly at her sides. She opened her mouth to plead, but she was so frightened nothing came out.
Madame's deep green eyes took in every curve and nuance.
„Turn,“ her gravely voice demanded, wiping away any thought of noncompilance.
Madame continued the examination as her gaze caressed pale framed but not hidden the pronounced ass if this latest addition to her stable. The way she clinched nervously accentuated it's appeal. If ever an ass was built for a whipping it would look like that one.
„Turn,“ she commanded once more.
Her view came back to rest on the youthful beauty of Melissa's flawless cherub face. Her mouth was small, but her lips were full, just perfect for service. Curly blonde hair framed an expression of fright contrition that gave Loraine a glorious tingle.
Madame nodded.
Melissa gasped, but stood trembling as a fitted black leather hood slid over her head. It laced behind and fit snug about her face and throat. The hood allowed sufficient air trough holes at the nose and a generous slit at the mouth, but no light. A soft silken glove slid over each hand up to the elbow. All the while she turned her head from side to side, but her world had been limited to the darkness behind the mask. She dizzled on the verge of fainting.
Melissa yelped in pain when strong hands grasped her upper arms and drew them back until her elbows touched. Leather shackles buckled tight, locking them there.
Her ample tits with those wirginal pink nipples jutted forward as if to scream for attention. It all made her feel so much more naked. Warm tears moisted the hood.
„Pick up your right foot,“ Madame ordered.
The little one tried, but balance lay beyond her ability. Strong, callused hands again grasped her shoulder from behind. Her raised foot received a shoe, tight and extremely high heeled. A heavy strap buckled about the curve of her ankle. Likewise with the left. A chain rattled as it was attached to each ankle strap.
A canvas raincoat wrapped about her bare shoulders. The coat belt encircled her body just below her breasts and across her elbowsto be cinched there. Tender nipples tingled from the harsh cloth rubbing against them. She whimpered as a jerk took the belt to its tightest notch.
Madame approached slowly and opened the coat, axposing those sweet mounds. She bent for a long, suckling kiss upon each one. Melissa moaned and tried in vain to turn away. Madame parted those inviting lips with her knowing tongue. Melissa emitted two short moans of surprise and pointless protest. A wet, suckling sound punktuated Loraine's leisuring parting.
„Take her to the car. This one will not cause them trouble. Will you?“
„Please, don't...“
„What?“ Loraine snapped.
„No...Madame.“
The shapely young thing shuddered as tears again flowed within the hood.
A shove caused Melissa to stumble forward, almost falling. Loraine's chilling lough filled the room, echoing in Melissa's shrouded head as she was taken out the back door.
The limousine finally came to a halt at the front door of a mansion in the heart of London, though Melissa had no knowledge of it.
The car door opened.
„Would you kindly follow me, miss?“
A butler?
Melissa slid over to the door and eased a tentative foot outside to find the ground. She tottered slightly on cobbled pavement, but managed to stand. A hand grabbed her arm and yanked the frightened girl a few stumbling feet just as the car door slammed. The limousine sped away, leaving her who-knows-where in the company of strangers, in numbing fear of whatmay happen to her. This, with no way allowed to see or prevent it.
„Well, are you coming then?“
The butler's voice sounded as if she were supposed to know that he had already begun climbing the steps before her. She shudered in his direction.
„Hurry along, miss. We can't have you parading youself about out here all night.“
„Yes...Sir,“ she whispered.
The video camera surveying her cloaked features recording her trembling response.
A large, ornate front door opened on silent hinges.
„Step forward, up slightly. Door still you know.“
Her short, klicking footstepsand the rattling of her chain across the marble floor echoed through the entry as she followed verbal commands which brough her to a halt before a stairway.
„Step down. Not a word, miss.“
The butler showed unexpected gentleness, helping with Melissa's descent. Upon reaching the bottom she heard another voice.
„Walk this way,“ it commanded from twenty or thirty feet, hell, maybe a thousand miles away.
Melissa felt so alone and out numbered.
Her right shin struck a hard object with a layer of cloth covering. It brought her to a sudden, startled stop.
A few snickers and restrained loughter punctuated the event.
„Turn.“
She put the back of her legs to a bed, centered in the secret, „play room“ of this well know and respected residence. The bed was surrounded with candles. A bright chandelier, heavily built, hung on a strong chain above.
The buckle on the belt holding the only protection she had, loosened. No sooner had it's ends parted when the coat jerked from her naked body so violently that she fell back on the bed. Full, young breasts swayed with the sudden movement. Her chin fell to her chest, hope gone.
„Stabd up! Turn,“ that frightened male voice ordered.
As soon as the elbow restraints and leg chains fell away, each arm and ankle was grabbed, lifting her, struggling, off the floor suspending her above the bed. Then she dropped on her back.
„Please, please let me go. I don't want to do this.“
„Shut up, worthless little bitch.“
That voice put an instant stop to her feeble protests.
Her wrists became encased in leather shackles centered low on the head board.
Each ankle was attached to a corner post at the foot of the bed.
Struggling proved useless, though she was allowed to continue. Every move and undulation was duly recorded by the ever present cameras.
Melissa tried, but could not quite bring her knees together. Observers watched with heated interest, until she stopped trying. She lay covered with a thin film of perspiration, breathing hard from both the struggle and anticipation of unseen possibilities about her.
She raised her head, turned on way then the other in a vain attempt to see or hear anything. Not a sound, nor so much as a breath but her own could she find. She tried the restraints again as if they had been somehow removed.
„Pleeease! Whoever is out there, please let me go. I'm scared. Please...please...let me...go.“
Her small voice died away from a cream to a whisper.“
Melissa writhed, deep in the midst of her own scenario as a strikingly beautyful woman with long silken dark hair approached. Her shapely body showed the effects of years of concentrated effort at perfection.
This was her home, her show. Had the bound beauty been allowed to see, this one would have been recognized immediately from times seen on the silver screen as well as television, and the „rags“.
She approached on bare, salon pedicured feet, silently watching every desperate move. Her form was not hidden by the black mesh body stocking with it's crotch wide open from the waist in front to back. This area had been attended only by a slight leather t-back, which had been donned outside of the revealing costume, just in case it proved a hindrance.
Her artistic sculptured breasts, nipples erect, showed easily through the transparent body garment. In her right hand a riding crop dangled.
This beauty halted at Melissa's left within reach of her hand a table with leather, rubber and metal objects neatly arranged upon it.
Melissa jerked.
„Is somebody there? Please answer. Please. Is somebody there? Don't hurt me...please.“
The pleading voice died away to a whisper once again, just as the folded leather tip of the crop poised obove her rapidly heaving left breast. The silently dominant smiled at the friends and close acquaintances seated just a few feet from the foot of the bed. She mouthed a voiceless.
„Should I do it?“
Unisoned nodding heads served as her reply.
A light tap on the left nipple sent the startled young woman into a frenzy of pulling, jerking and twisting, all to the utmost enjoyment of those whose silence was no longer required.
„Stop! Please don't hurt me!“
Melissa dizzed in the mask, but eventually ceased her struggles. After all, it had not hurt, much. The right nipple received a tap, causing renewed, though slightly less violent, thrashings.
While the hooded figure strained against her bonds the crop made light contact with her cream smooth, shaved lower lips, increasing the urgency of her writhing. It drew up and down along the delicate opening with ever increasing force until it dipped just inside the soft folds. Melissa began a motion belying an unexpected response.
A sharp stroke brought a surprise scream. Her head lifted as if she could see the point of contact, then fell back and rolled from side to side. Her breathing remained deep, though less forced.
„Please Master...Mistress, please stop!“
The raven haired beauty drew the flexible tip over legs, hips, belly and breasts, alternately tickling and stinging with sharp slaps. Her helpless subject gasped and writhed in confused reaction to this tortured onslaught.
The hostess then laid the whip aside and picked up a single, long stemmed rose, thorns and all. She drew the flower lightly across Melissa's parted lips causing to the withdraw them suddenly and bite down to stop the tickling tingle that resulted. She rolled her head away from the woman.
The soft pedals of the rose traled down her neck to the left nipple where it became centered, twisted and laid across in brush strokes. As the right nipple received in the same tratment, the commanding beauty bent to kiss and suckle the now erect left. Soon enough the alternate but received the same attention. Melissa's breathing took on the rhythm of passion as the rose gently stroked her moist lower lips. She hunched wantonly. She could not help it.
The woman looked along the sweat coated form of her captive while continuing the seductive manipulations upon her sweet slit. The hostess faced her audience, closed her eyes and licked her lips with a lascivious smile.
Just as the helpless young woman was at a peak of arousal, the rose moved high above her. It hesitated. Then whipped violently up between her parted legs.
Hysterical writhings and screams ceased suddenly as two massive hands covered her mouth and shoved her head into the pillow.
A red trail across her mound marked a thorn's course.
„Shut up!“
Little Melissa swallowed so hard, she almost choked.
„Open your mouth,“ the male voice said.
She hesitated. It took more than she could muster, even the state of helpless fear, to give the last bit of herself over to them. A hand closed over her nose. She gasped for air with opened mouth just as a large, rubber phallus forced it's way inside, almost into the throat. The breadth of this instrument of subjugation was all her yielding lips could encompass.
A leather harness held it in place, buckling at the back of her neck. Continued protests came as garbled music to those in attendance, and the video camera.
Her tongue instinctively tried to eject this unwelcomed intruder, but managed no more than a strong stroking, effect. She gagged at it's depth.
Melissa eventually calmed, adjusting to the object which filled her mouth and thoughts. Saliva formed involuntarily at the beckoning of this monster. Everyone had a good laugh as they observed her throath at the first swallowing contractions.
The dark haired beauty removed the net garment and wisp of leather that had hidden so little of her. She stood at the foot of the bed with her artistically shaped ass toward her guests. She brushed her luscious lips with that talented and famous tongue then crawled up on the bed, between splayed legs.
The bound girl started struggling yet again, but with noticeably less enthusiasm. A wet tongue preceded a kiss inside the left knee. Then the right. Long black hair brushed gently over and between the firm, young legs. The hungry tongue trailed a moist path up the left thigh as the older woman eased her hands, palms up, under the girl's hips and over. Fingers with perfect, false and bright red nails, parted the drooling labia. The captor paused to look up along the heaving belly, pas the luscoius tits to the gag which seemed to be locked in it's own pre-orgasmic throes. With a deep inhale she reveled in the pungent, beckoning aroma of aroused woman flesh. Then she parted her famous lips, extended her tongue and entered the passage way to her weakness.
Passion met passion as the bound victim became the eager, willing partner, thrusting against the famous mouth with uninhibited abandon.
Just as a crushing climax came within reach, a wet, suckling „plop“ signaled her denial by the irresistible power of this woman.
The same lips, sparkling as light reflected off pre-orgasmic fluid coathing them, came to encircle the nipple of a still heaving left breast. Fingers explored the depths of Melissa's pulsing cunt, propelling her beyond care for how her orgasm came so long as it did before insanity supplanted it's absence.
Cool air replaced warm lips as the woman rose and stepped off the bed. Melissa raised her encumbered head again in a breif, vain attempt to see then let it fall back upon the pillow.
Her tongue eased back and forth along the under side of her now accepted intruder-guest. Warm juice pulsed along tender folds to trickle between her ass cheeks. She hunched the emptiness betwen her legs and squirmed as the precious lubricant worked it's way deep within the crevice. It's slippery penetration magnified her teased lack of fulfillment.
A gentle hand, fingers like a paint brush, stroked so lightly as to cause the girl to bring her thighs inward to increase the pressure, to no avail. The tormenting finger nails strummed tender labia with excruciating lightness. An occasional contact with the throbbing clit sent a warm electric flow through her darkened world.
Melissa begged in abject submission for an end, a climax release from the power which had taken control over her and filled the void within her mask. Her song would have gladdened the hearts of all, if it could have been understood.
Her muffled scream brought a titillating murmur from the audience as chrome alligator clips closed upon tender nipples simultaneously. She writhed anew as the pain shot through her in twin trails that met as one within her gut, leading straight to her quivering cunt.
A sparkling chrome chain between the clips d****d over a well manicured finger as the hostess lifted, stretching those sweet buds until they almost supported the weight of the girl's breasts.
Melissa stopped jerking. Her breath came in short pained gasps. She tried to raise her torso of the bed, only to cause a broad smile in the tormentor as the chain came up as well. The woman ran her finger from side to side along the chain, stopped and jiggled it firmly while Melissa's peaked breasts swayed in helpless accord.
She moaned at the surprising sensation as the biting clips were sudeenly removed. Not did she expect her own reaction as the new super sensitive nipples received simultaneous suckling kisses, both female. She hunched anew, not with reluctance, but hunger as the fire consumed her entire being.
Her flow increased and thickened. She gurgled into the penis gag, not for an end, but for more.
While the two unseen females continued their attentions on her breasts, the hostess re-assumed her favorite position: ass spread before her audience, arms beneath firm, young cheeks, fingers spreading a floading cunt and as much of her salivating tongue as possible inside.
Sweet Melissa, freed by the hood from the limiting effect of normal vision, journeyed beyond the shackles which held her body, beyond the unseen room with it's unseen inhabitants, up to the stars. Each heaving breath filled her as if filling the dark void she saw from inside.
An earthquake swelled up inside her, building one wave upon another. She buckled so hard, the dark haired beauty had to struggle to keep contact with the source of that delicious flood, not to miss one drop of sweet nectar.
„Well, Lissa baby, it seems you fulfilled my promise,“ the madame said, reaching for her cup of tea.
„Yes, Mistress,“ the sweet, penitent, but no longer innocent reply.
„I am told your services will be required again, soon.“
„Anything you wish, Mistress,“ sweet Melissa said with a smile.
„Don't even think about it,“ Madame Loraine commanded, looking right trough Melissa.
Her hands fell, helplesly at her sides. She opened her mouth to plead, but she was so frightened nothing came out.
Madame's deep green eyes took in every curve and nuance.
„Turn,“ her gravely voice demanded, wiping away any thought of noncompilance.
Madame continued the examination as her gaze caressed pale framed but not hidden the pronounced ass if this latest addition to her stable. The way she clinched nervously accentuated it's appeal. If ever an ass was built for a whipping it would look like that one.
„Turn,“ she commanded once more.
Her view came back to rest on the youthful beauty of Melissa's flawless cherub face. Her mouth was small, but her lips were full, just perfect for service. Curly blonde hair framed an expression of fright contrition that gave Loraine a glorious tingle.
Madame nodded.
Melissa gasped, but stood trembling as a fitted black leather hood slid over her head. It laced behind and fit snug about her face and throat. The hood allowed sufficient air trough holes at the nose and a generous slit at the mouth, but no light. A soft silken glove slid over each hand up to the elbow. All the while she turned her head from side to side, but her world had been limited to the darkness behind the mask. She dizzled on the verge of fainting.
Melissa yelped in pain when strong hands grasped her upper arms and drew them back until her elbows touched. Leather shackles buckled tight, locking them there.
Her ample tits with those wirginal pink nipples jutted forward as if to scream for attention. It all made her feel so much more naked. Warm tears moisted the hood.
„Pick up your right foot,“ Madame ordered.
The little one tried, but balance lay beyond her ability. Strong, callused hands again grasped her shoulder from behind. Her raised foot received a shoe, tight and extremely high heeled. A heavy strap buckled about the curve of her ankle. Likewise with the left. A chain rattled as it was attached to each ankle strap.
A canvas raincoat wrapped about her bare shoulders. The coat belt encircled her body just below her breasts and across her elbowsto be cinched there. Tender nipples tingled from the harsh cloth rubbing against them. She whimpered as a jerk took the belt to its tightest notch.
Madame approached slowly and opened the coat, axposing those sweet mounds. She bent for a long, suckling kiss upon each one. Melissa moaned and tried in vain to turn away. Madame parted those inviting lips with her knowing tongue. Melissa emitted two short moans of surprise and pointless protest. A wet, suckling sound punktuated Loraine's leisuring parting.
„Take her to the car. This one will not cause them trouble. Will you?“
„Please, don't...“
„What?“ Loraine snapped.
„No...Madame.“
The shapely young thing shuddered as tears again flowed within the hood.
A shove caused Melissa to stumble forward, almost falling. Loraine's chilling lough filled the room, echoing in Melissa's shrouded head as she was taken out the back door.
The limousine finally came to a halt at the front door of a mansion in the heart of London, though Melissa had no knowledge of it.
The car door opened.
„Would you kindly follow me, miss?“
A butler?
Melissa slid over to the door and eased a tentative foot outside to find the ground. She tottered slightly on cobbled pavement, but managed to stand. A hand grabbed her arm and yanked the frightened girl a few stumbling feet just as the car door slammed. The limousine sped away, leaving her who-knows-where in the company of strangers, in numbing fear of whatmay happen to her. This, with no way allowed to see or prevent it.
„Well, are you coming then?“
The butler's voice sounded as if she were supposed to know that he had already begun climbing the steps before her. She shudered in his direction.
„Hurry along, miss. We can't have you parading youself about out here all night.“
„Yes...Sir,“ she whispered.
The video camera surveying her cloaked features recording her trembling response.
A large, ornate front door opened on silent hinges.
„Step forward, up slightly. Door still you know.“
Her short, klicking footstepsand the rattling of her chain across the marble floor echoed through the entry as she followed verbal commands which brough her to a halt before a stairway.
„Step down. Not a word, miss.“
The butler showed unexpected gentleness, helping with Melissa's descent. Upon reaching the bottom she heard another voice.
„Walk this way,“ it commanded from twenty or thirty feet, hell, maybe a thousand miles away.
Melissa felt so alone and out numbered.
Her right shin struck a hard object with a layer of cloth covering. It brought her to a sudden, startled stop.
A few snickers and restrained loughter punctuated the event.
„Turn.“
She put the back of her legs to a bed, centered in the secret, „play room“ of this well know and respected residence. The bed was surrounded with candles. A bright chandelier, heavily built, hung on a strong chain above.
The buckle on the belt holding the only protection she had, loosened. No sooner had it's ends parted when the coat jerked from her naked body so violently that she fell back on the bed. Full, young breasts swayed with the sudden movement. Her chin fell to her chest, hope gone.
„Stabd up! Turn,“ that frightened male voice ordered.
As soon as the elbow restraints and leg chains fell away, each arm and ankle was grabbed, lifting her, struggling, off the floor suspending her above the bed. Then she dropped on her back.
„Please, please let me go. I don't want to do this.“
„Shut up, worthless little bitch.“
That voice put an instant stop to her feeble protests.
Her wrists became encased in leather shackles centered low on the head board.
Each ankle was attached to a corner post at the foot of the bed.
Struggling proved useless, though she was allowed to continue. Every move and undulation was duly recorded by the ever present cameras.
Melissa tried, but could not quite bring her knees together. Observers watched with heated interest, until she stopped trying. She lay covered with a thin film of perspiration, breathing hard from both the struggle and anticipation of unseen possibilities about her.
She raised her head, turned on way then the other in a vain attempt to see or hear anything. Not a sound, nor so much as a breath but her own could she find. She tried the restraints again as if they had been somehow removed.
„Pleeease! Whoever is out there, please let me go. I'm scared. Please...please...let me...go.“
Her small voice died away from a cream to a whisper.“
Melissa writhed, deep in the midst of her own scenario as a strikingly beautyful woman with long silken dark hair approached. Her shapely body showed the effects of years of concentrated effort at perfection.
This was her home, her show. Had the bound beauty been allowed to see, this one would have been recognized immediately from times seen on the silver screen as well as television, and the „rags“.
She approached on bare, salon pedicured feet, silently watching every desperate move. Her form was not hidden by the black mesh body stocking with it's crotch wide open from the waist in front to back. This area had been attended only by a slight leather t-back, which had been donned outside of the revealing costume, just in case it proved a hindrance.
Her artistic sculptured breasts, nipples erect, showed easily through the transparent body garment. In her right hand a riding crop dangled.
This beauty halted at Melissa's left within reach of her hand a table with leather, rubber and metal objects neatly arranged upon it.
Melissa jerked.
„Is somebody there? Please answer. Please. Is somebody there? Don't hurt me...please.“
The pleading voice died away to a whisper once again, just as the folded leather tip of the crop poised obove her rapidly heaving left breast. The silently dominant smiled at the friends and close acquaintances seated just a few feet from the foot of the bed. She mouthed a voiceless.
„Should I do it?“
Unisoned nodding heads served as her reply.
A light tap on the left nipple sent the startled young woman into a frenzy of pulling, jerking and twisting, all to the utmost enjoyment of those whose silence was no longer required.
„Stop! Please don't hurt me!“
Melissa dizzed in the mask, but eventually ceased her struggles. After all, it had not hurt, much. The right nipple received a tap, causing renewed, though slightly less violent, thrashings.
While the hooded figure strained against her bonds the crop made light contact with her cream smooth, shaved lower lips, increasing the urgency of her writhing. It drew up and down along the delicate opening with ever increasing force until it dipped just inside the soft folds. Melissa began a motion belying an unexpected response.
A sharp stroke brought a surprise scream. Her head lifted as if she could see the point of contact, then fell back and rolled from side to side. Her breathing remained deep, though less forced.
„Please Master...Mistress, please stop!“
The raven haired beauty drew the flexible tip over legs, hips, belly and breasts, alternately tickling and stinging with sharp slaps. Her helpless subject gasped and writhed in confused reaction to this tortured onslaught.
The hostess then laid the whip aside and picked up a single, long stemmed rose, thorns and all. She drew the flower lightly across Melissa's parted lips causing to the withdraw them suddenly and bite down to stop the tickling tingle that resulted. She rolled her head away from the woman.
The soft pedals of the rose traled down her neck to the left nipple where it became centered, twisted and laid across in brush strokes. As the right nipple received in the same tratment, the commanding beauty bent to kiss and suckle the now erect left. Soon enough the alternate but received the same attention. Melissa's breathing took on the rhythm of passion as the rose gently stroked her moist lower lips. She hunched wantonly. She could not help it.
The woman looked along the sweat coated form of her captive while continuing the seductive manipulations upon her sweet slit. The hostess faced her audience, closed her eyes and licked her lips with a lascivious smile.
Just as the helpless young woman was at a peak of arousal, the rose moved high above her. It hesitated. Then whipped violently up between her parted legs.
Hysterical writhings and screams ceased suddenly as two massive hands covered her mouth and shoved her head into the pillow.
A red trail across her mound marked a thorn's course.
„Shut up!“
Little Melissa swallowed so hard, she almost choked.
„Open your mouth,“ the male voice said.
She hesitated. It took more than she could muster, even the state of helpless fear, to give the last bit of herself over to them. A hand closed over her nose. She gasped for air with opened mouth just as a large, rubber phallus forced it's way inside, almost into the throat. The breadth of this instrument of subjugation was all her yielding lips could encompass.
A leather harness held it in place, buckling at the back of her neck. Continued protests came as garbled music to those in attendance, and the video camera.
Her tongue instinctively tried to eject this unwelcomed intruder, but managed no more than a strong stroking, effect. She gagged at it's depth.
Melissa eventually calmed, adjusting to the object which filled her mouth and thoughts. Saliva formed involuntarily at the beckoning of this monster. Everyone had a good laugh as they observed her throath at the first swallowing contractions.
The dark haired beauty removed the net garment and wisp of leather that had hidden so little of her. She stood at the foot of the bed with her artistically shaped ass toward her guests. She brushed her luscious lips with that talented and famous tongue then crawled up on the bed, between splayed legs.
The bound girl started struggling yet again, but with noticeably less enthusiasm. A wet tongue preceded a kiss inside the left knee. Then the right. Long black hair brushed gently over and between the firm, young legs. The hungry tongue trailed a moist path up the left thigh as the older woman eased her hands, palms up, under the girl's hips and over. Fingers with perfect, false and bright red nails, parted the drooling labia. The captor paused to look up along the heaving belly, pas the luscoius tits to the gag which seemed to be locked in it's own pre-orgasmic throes. With a deep inhale she reveled in the pungent, beckoning aroma of aroused woman flesh. Then she parted her famous lips, extended her tongue and entered the passage way to her weakness.
Passion met passion as the bound victim became the eager, willing partner, thrusting against the famous mouth with uninhibited abandon.
Just as a crushing climax came within reach, a wet, suckling „plop“ signaled her denial by the irresistible power of this woman.
The same lips, sparkling as light reflected off pre-orgasmic fluid coathing them, came to encircle the nipple of a still heaving left breast. Fingers explored the depths of Melissa's pulsing cunt, propelling her beyond care for how her orgasm came so long as it did before insanity supplanted it's absence.
Cool air replaced warm lips as the woman rose and stepped off the bed. Melissa raised her encumbered head again in a breif, vain attempt to see then let it fall back upon the pillow.
Her tongue eased back and forth along the under side of her now accepted intruder-guest. Warm juice pulsed along tender folds to trickle between her ass cheeks. She hunched the emptiness betwen her legs and squirmed as the precious lubricant worked it's way deep within the crevice. It's slippery penetration magnified her teased lack of fulfillment.
A gentle hand, fingers like a paint brush, stroked so lightly as to cause the girl to bring her thighs inward to increase the pressure, to no avail. The tormenting finger nails strummed tender labia with excruciating lightness. An occasional contact with the throbbing clit sent a warm electric flow through her darkened world.
Melissa begged in abject submission for an end, a climax release from the power which had taken control over her and filled the void within her mask. Her song would have gladdened the hearts of all, if it could have been understood.
Her muffled scream brought a titillating murmur from the audience as chrome alligator clips closed upon tender nipples simultaneously. She writhed anew as the pain shot through her in twin trails that met as one within her gut, leading straight to her quivering cunt.
A sparkling chrome chain between the clips d****d over a well manicured finger as the hostess lifted, stretching those sweet buds until they almost supported the weight of the girl's breasts.
Melissa stopped jerking. Her breath came in short pained gasps. She tried to raise her torso of the bed, only to cause a broad smile in the tormentor as the chain came up as well. The woman ran her finger from side to side along the chain, stopped and jiggled it firmly while Melissa's peaked breasts swayed in helpless accord.
She moaned at the surprising sensation as the biting clips were sudeenly removed. Not did she expect her own reaction as the new super sensitive nipples received simultaneous suckling kisses, both female. She hunched anew, not with reluctance, but hunger as the fire consumed her entire being.
Her flow increased and thickened. She gurgled into the penis gag, not for an end, but for more.
While the two unseen females continued their attentions on her breasts, the hostess re-assumed her favorite position: ass spread before her audience, arms beneath firm, young cheeks, fingers spreading a floading cunt and as much of her salivating tongue as possible inside.
Sweet Melissa, freed by the hood from the limiting effect of normal vision, journeyed beyond the shackles which held her body, beyond the unseen room with it's unseen inhabitants, up to the stars. Each heaving breath filled her as if filling the dark void she saw from inside.
An earthquake swelled up inside her, building one wave upon another. She buckled so hard, the dark haired beauty had to struggle to keep contact with the source of that delicious flood, not to miss one drop of sweet nectar.
„Well, Lissa baby, it seems you fulfilled my promise,“ the madame said, reaching for her cup of tea.
„Yes, Mistress,“ the sweet, penitent, but no longer innocent reply.
„I am told your services will be required again, soon.“
„Anything you wish, Mistress,“ sweet Melissa said with a smile.
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