Penelope Mistress of the ManorChapter 3
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Curtis Flannery was conflicted. He had a good job. His Lordship gave him much more say in the breeding program than most lords would. That was part of the problem, actually. He had noticed the signs that his sons were sniffing about this or that girl on the estate. But all boys did that, and he hadn't given it a thought. And he almost never went up to the manor itself. He told himself that was why he hadn't noticed all the pregnant lasses around the place. He had been shocked nearly out of his mind when he walked into the garden, ostensibly to watch his sons marry girls he thought were decent women, only to find that his new daughters-in-law were pregnant sluts. That was just the beginning. Wearing his best yeoman's shirt, under his freshly brushed jerkin, he almost pissed his Locksley pants as he saw all the extra brides, those women obviously being sluts also!
In truth, he should not have cared that his sons had married, particularly since they had both wed girls who already worked on the estate. In fact, their future was guaranteed, assuming they weren't so foolish as to go off and try to make it on their own. And a more practical man might have tried to put the best view on it by saying that his new daughters-in-law were obviously fertile, and he wouldn't lack for grandchildren.
But like Aldo and Horace, he was peeved that no one had thought to involve him in the process. The first he knew that his boys were taking wives was when, standing together, they informed him they were taking time away from their duties for the wedding. He hadn't even been invited to the ceremony! He didn't complain, of course. He wasn't stupid enough to hazard his own job, especially since that whore's daughter, Penelope Farnsworth, probably thought his sons could easily replace him.
And a whore's daughter she surely must be. He'd seen her wandering about, the lace that should have been affixed to her bodice conveniently "forgotten" and displaying most of her noble teats to all who cared to look. And he'd seen how Jack looked, when he came back from their rides, fatigued as if they'd ridden days, instead of only an hour or two. And, on top of that, there had been a blanket left in the carriage one day, after Nigel had taken the lady for a ride through the forest, and when he shook it out, to fold it properly and return it to the shelf, he'd noticed the spots on it.
He'd also sniffed them.
He was no fool. He knew well what Nigel did when he took His Lordship around to visit the other lords. Nigel had even admitted it once. He crawled between the thighs of those self important women, who were married to men who couldn't ride them as well as they rode a horse! And if the slut wasn't out "riding" with Jack, Nigel was taking her in the carriage to look at trees? Hah! She was a whore, and her sinful stain had transferred to his sons.
And His Lordship! It was sad. He had been a fine figure of a man, back when Curtis was a lowly groom. He sat on a horse as if he had been born there, back in those days. But these last few years had taken their toll on him. He only rode rarely these days, and more than once Curtis had found himself thinking he should tie the man on, just to ensure he stayed in the saddle. Sooner or later the drunk, old, fat bastard would fly out of the saddle. And it would be Curtis who was blamed.
No ... he was pretty sure he knew what both Jack and Nigel did when they were alone with the whore's daughter.
He just couldn't do anything about it.
And he blamed her for the way his sons had been taken from him without so much as a how do you do. He knew that he should be proud that Charley had bagged a lady's maid. But he had also seen that lady's maid coming from Hugh Hinkman's forge several times. And as best he could tell, she had neither brought anything to repair, nor taken away anything fixed. So what had she been doing in there all those times without a chaperone?
And it wasn't possible that all those girls should swell up like they'd swallowed a pumpkin, without their lady knowing about it.
He wasn't happy ... but there wasn't anything he could do about it.
Geoffrey Flagman had always considered himself as a man who did God's work. The Bible was full of references to grain, and flour, and God had created such that man might prosper. Most of that kind of thought had come straight from his father, who had owned the mill before Geoffrey, and who had taught Geoffrey his trade.
Geoffrey had also taken the scriptures literally when it came to doing his part to populate the Earth. He had sired six daughters, and four sons in that effort. It had eventually killed his wife to do so, but he simply blamed that on her lack of faith.
It had been a tough life, trying to raise that many children and run a mill at the same time. His elder daughters had taken his wife's place, in terms of raising the younger ones and doing the housework. And his sons had come to work in the mill with him when each was six. It had seemed to be the hand of providence when Lady Farnsworth had invited him to send his youngest daughter to be her lady's maid. It had raised his status in the village, and there had been one less mouth to feed.
He had promptly forgotten about Sally, though he wouldn't have characterized it that way. He was simply a busy man, with a lot to think about. And she was off in a safe place, getting a better education than he could have given her.
Or at least he had thought so.
He had known the old lady died, and a new one came to replace her, but he hadn't paid any attention to it. The manor still ordered grain and flour, and his sons still delivered it. It was paid for on time. That was all he cared about.
Or it had been until he found out the truth of things.
As a regular and ardent member of the church, he had been among the first to welcome Vicar Jameson to his new parish. And he was one of the first to listen, in horror, as the vicar whispered of what he had seen in the garden at Farnsworth Manor.
His dear, beloved, pure little Sally had been soiled, possibly even tied down and raped! It must have happened that way, because his precious Sally would never have voluntarily entered into the depravity of being bedded before she was properly married. Of that he was positive.
And, like Curtis Flannery, he was also positive that it was not possible for all those girls to be with child, and the lady of the manor not know of it.
His logic was simple. The lady of the manor was responsible for the safety and security of the girls in her employ. Before the new Countess of Haversham arrived, all had been well. After the new lady arrived, the place had become a den of iniquity. Penelope Farnsworth was responsible for that.
And Penelope Farnsworth must therefore be punished.
He waited for God to smite her.
And while he was waiting for that ... he caught his youngest son Louis sneaking out of the house one night. After liberal application of the rod, the boy confessed as to where he was going ... and what he had expected to do once he got there.
That was when Geoffrey Flagman, filled with righteous indignation, decided God was taking too long to punish the harlot who had caused so much sin to soil his children.
It could be said that Geoffrey was the most intelligent of the men who came together to exact satisfaction from the lady of the manor. The main argument for that would be that he knew that exacting such satisfaction could have serious consequences, unless it was done the right way.
To his mind, the proper punishment was to flog her, as Christ had been flogged by the Jews. It didn't occur to him that that made no sense. It just appealed to his somewhat limited imagination. In his twisted dreams, the stripes left on her bleeding body would heal into scars that would brand her to all who saw her as the sinner she no doubt was.
He was also intelligent enough to know that a single man could not achieve this goal. He would need help. And it seemed obvious there would be other fathers who felt the same way he did.
So he sought them out.
He found eager allies in Aldo and Horace. To be fair to Geoffrey, he did not explore with them what kind of justice they thought was appropriate. To be honest, there were some convergent lines of thought among the three of them. She should feel extreme shame at the end of her punishment, for example. And all thought she should be stripped naked during her punishment. At that point their imaginations diverged. The purpose for stripping her, to Geoffrey, was simply to expose all her skin to the lash. Aldo and Horace had other reasons in mind.
The problem, now, was access to the bitch. None of the men could think of a way to get onto the estate, and into the manor, without being either seen, or caught. And neither of those outcomes was acceptable.
It was purely by accident that a solution to that problem presented itself.
Curtis Flannery came to Geoffrey's mill to discuss changing the mix of grains used to feed His Lordship's breeding horses.
Sally wasn't concerned that her brother Louis had failed to appear as planned. She had, the last time he delivered flour, invited him to come see her new cottage. She couldn't invite him to the wedding, because the wedding was being done in secret. Things had gotten mildly out of control when it turned out there was no vicar to perform the marriages, when the marriages were originally planned.
But she could invite Louis to come and stay with them overnight in her new house. She was, in fact, going to introduce him to Cynthia, at Lady Penelope's request. It was true that Louis was two years younger than Cynthia, but Sally knew Louis was much more mature than his chronological age. In any case, Her Ladyship said she had a plan involving Louis and Cynthia, and that Cynthia was eager to pursue it.
When Louis failed to appear, as scheduled, Sally simply assumed there had been some problem that prevented him from getting away.
Had she been able to see him, bruised and battered, lying in a fetal curl on the woven reed mat that had been substituted for his straw mattress, she would have been horrified. And hearing his sobs of pain and humiliation at having betrayed her and her friends ... she might have known something was coming.
Instead, she and her new husband served Cynthia a modest meal, and they got to know each other a little better.
Curtis knew he couldn't take part in the comeuppance the whore's daughter was going to get. He would be recognized by his voice alone.
But he could grant the others access to their target.
He tried to be clever about it. He actually sought me out, coming into the manor, and asked me what time folks up in the manor doused their lights and went to bed. He said he wanted to do some repairs that would involve hammering, and didn't want to disturb anyone's sleep.
I thought it a singularly odd thing to plan ... hammering a nail in the dark, when he would have just had a whole day's sunlight to assist him. But it never occurred to me that there was evil in his heart, and so I informed him of the usual time when things got quiet.
Of course now that the girls were wed, things were a lot quieter in the manor of an evening. In the wait for the vicar to appear, four cottages had been completed. They were set beside each other in a line, and all were alike. There would be a shared garden some day. The lodgings were most modest, and would be too small if more than two children were produced by any couple, but they had been built such that a room could be added onto the back, if required.
This did not mean, however, that it was quiet in Her Ladyship's bedchamber. As an example of the very definition of 'irony', while all her servants got with child ... she did not.
It wasn't for lack of trying. She had Jack at her beck and call. Jenny, having been thoroughly debauched, did not mind Nigel also contributing to the cause. And the other girls were just as lost to moral decency. None of them would have tried to deny their new husbands the opportunity to breed the mistress of the manor.
It was a climactic point in poor Suzette's miserable life. The privation of her diffident youth was suddenly assuaged by the overwhelming appreciation Stephan heaped upon her. It was not love ... not then ... but each offered the other a measure of sequacious adoration that left both of them in a torpor, until they could catch their breath, and roll toward each other, beginning anew. Suzette had always held something back from the world, hoarding that little bit that was hers and hers only...
Jenny was, indeed, walking on her own as they approached the manor. Her malady was more one of the mind, rather than some physical illness that required time to heal. In truth, the normalcy of the three of them caring for her had done much to banish the shock that had so immobilized the girl. Of course I was aware that the three of them were approaching. Cynthia, the parlor maid, notified me. I suppose I should explain that. There may be some among you who are not familiar with life as it...
Mere images in the mind might have been all Jenny had to think about, had her mistress been content to wait a week to further her plan. But Her Ladyship was called into the lord's chamber twice that week, where he roused himself from his drunken stupor enough to heave his bulk on top of her. He managed to get hard enough to fuck her on one of those two occasions, and duly deposited his aged sperm in her nubile womb. The other time his body failed him, and she took pity on him and brought him...
Geoffrey's protestations that he had no part in the rape Aldo and Horace intended now had no ability to protect him. He could not testify that he had sought only to "teach the bitch a lesson." In these more modern days, women have attained higher status in the world, but back then, it was commonly held that sometimes, women had to be taught their proper place. Had Geoffrey been dragged in front of a tribunal, that argument might have struck a chord with some. But if ever Geoffrey Flagman...
Hugh was a smart fellow, for the dearth of formal education he'd received. Within minutes, his brain began to work again, and some instinct told him what was going on in this room was not normal behavior. His conundrum was that he liked what was going on very much, and didn't want it to end. Trying to decide what to do was difficult, by virtue of the fact that the naked girl in his arms was almost entirely distracting. His penis had stiffened again, rising to lodge between her legs. He was...
Jack had never met a woman like Penelope. In truth, the only females he knew anything about were the village girls, most of whom found no interest in him. He had somehow found his way between the thighs of some half dozen girls, but that was primarily because he was in position to inherit his father's smithy. Never had their desire to find a man who could support them (eventually) survived actually engaging in a relationship with Jack, though. And so Jack was completely unprepared when, in...
Sally was not alone in conditioning Hugh, if that's what I should call it. Jenny and Jane always spoke to him if, they encountered him during the day. It was merely "Good morning, Hugh," or "Good afternoon, blacksmith," or some such thing. It all made him feel good, as if he truly were coming into his manhood. But it was always Sally who brought him a dipper of water, or some treat from the kitchen, as he labored his assigned tasks. Then one day, as he installed the finished lock plate...
I had to leave my post. I had been missing too long. I was to learn, though, that much more happened after I left. He stayed, of course. Who would miss him? Well ... I found that out when Stephan returned from his errand with six bottles of sweet wine for Her Ladyship. Luckily, he came to me when he could not locate Jack in the stables. What was I to do? The mistress wasn't due for supper for two more hours, and when she was closeted in her rooms, only I was authorized to disturb her. If I...
I leaned back, to ease the sore muscles in my back and knees. But I couldn't keep my eye from the spy hole for long. I had to hear the story too. As I peered once again through the hole in the wall, this is what I heard. "Once upon a time there was a girl who had an uncle. She loved him very much, because he knew her better than anyone else in her family. He was kind to her, and answered her questions. He assured her she was pretty, when she doubted that. When others ignored her, she sat...
The mistress had him where she wanted him - helpless. Whether it was due to shock or something else, she cared not. She simply wanted him malleable enough to bend to her desires. "Girls?" She needed say no more. Both girls stepped delicately into the tub, Jenny behind Stephan, facing his back, and Sally in front of him, facing him. They, too, sank down. I imagined Jenny's thighs sliding past Stephan's hips, her soft skin caressing his, and her firm young breasts pressing into his back....
What happened next must have seemed like a dream to Marie. First, Sally went to the door and left through it ... stark naked. Then, a few minutes later, she returned, followed by Nigel, Jack and Hugh. I was unaware of it, but Stephan was currently unavailable for this task, by virtue of the fact that he was with Suzette, in her room. Her broken limb was still healing, and he spent as many hours with her as possible, even doing some of her work. Likewise, Charley was currently secreted in...
Penelope knew her forest warden was confounded. I have described her actions as if she had not a care in the world, but that was not so. She merely knew she needed to keep him off balance until she could calm his mind. That she was sure she could calm his mind is astonishing enough. So as soon as he was down, she seated herself on a fallen log nearby and pointed to a spot down the log from her. "His Lordship demands I provide him an heir," she said, without preamble. "His age, and...
Even then, Mistress Penelope did not pull in on the reins of her original plan. The only flaw in it, actually, had been that she assumed all the young women in the manor were engaged in sexual affairs already. It shocked her to find out they were not. Personally, I blame that on the fact that life in the manor was so dismal, and we had such few staff that everyone was busy all the time, and had no time for the frivolity of sex. Actually, come to think of it, the only residents of the manor...
No one was surprised, of course, when Cynthia announced she was pregnant. She and Louis had only been married two months, and the baby "they" created was born only five months later. By then, of course, the peace and solitude that had been the rule for so many years in the halls of the manor had been completely destroyed by the bawling of babes. Soon that bawling would change to the pitter patter of little bare feet, leaving prints on the shiny floors, followed eventually by the nattering...
Sex is its own reward. By that, I mean simply that once the ecstasy of a good romp is experienced, no one needs bully one into engaging in the sport again. Jane was not a complete idiot. She knew that there was something a bit off about it all. The songs are all full of courtship, and anyone could see that whole process had been skipped over without a nod. But here were two girls she desperately wanted to be like, two girls who had the ear of the Lady of Farnsworth Manor herself, and they had...
I thought that might be all that was planned, and I was in the process of getting my nightshirt in order again when there was another tap on the door. It was actually louder than a tap ... loud enough that the frivolity in the tub ceased. The lady finally moved, and sat at her vanity, her arms up and hands busy with her hair. "Enter," she said, clearly. Jane gasped. My eyes went to the door, of course, as it opened. In stepped Jack, followed by Stephan ... and his brother, Charley. Jack...
Jack and Hugh had never been close, probably because Jack was a bully back in the days when he still lived at home with his little brother. Jack's attitudes had changed radically, once the mistress took him firmly in hand. I intend no pun there, though I notice one exists. I rather suspect there had been little intercourse between the brothers since Jack's ... awakening ... and so I imagine Hugh expected his brother to still be an insufferable oaf. If so, he was pleasantly surprised. That...
I stayed late that night. They got her up after she was so brutally used, and she finally got her bath, though I don't know how hot the water was by then. She recuperated while the men deposited their seed in their other partners, whereupon she was taught how to use her mouth to make a man ready. By then, she was no longer astonished by anything. I think all her astonishment had been used up. When given her choice, she took Jack again, but ended up beneath all of them again, as they...
The intruders were huddled on the floor, their masks askew. None of them had been able to defend themselves in any way because they couldn't see her attacks, and their hands were too busy trying to fend off blows. Those hands had been reduced to bloody lumps. While Jack and Nigel stopped, staring at the astonishing scene before them, she whacked each one an additional time. She could have stabbed them, but did not. "Bastards," she panted. "You think you can violate my privacy, and do...
When Cynthia burst through the door to her father's cottage, he was sitting in a cloth covered chair, an old cast off from the manor, stuffed with horse hair. He sat beside the unlit hearth in the weak light of an afternoon sun trying to pierce a layer of clouds that filled the sky. She skidded to a stop. He seemed so still. "Is it true, Papa?" she asked, breathlessly. "Is what true?" came his deep voice. "Did Mistress Penelope find you? Did she tell you? Did she ask you if you...
We've been married fourteen years Pen and I. I'm Oscar, Oscar Whitman, age thirty-six, I tape in at five-six and one-forty. Penelope, my wife, also thirty-six, comes in at around five-nine, one-twenty-five. Oh, and she's a very nice looking lady with some really nice female equipment: 36Cs and a truly sensational butt. Until today our lives have been pretty typical, mundane, routine: the stereotypical middle class couple. None of which, I'm discovering, are good things and maybe not normal...
Again, I was not to directly witness Suzette's depravity. This was because it took place on a Sunday, the only day Jenny and Sally could arrange another picnic, to which both Jane and Suzette could be invited. The guest list made it quite clear to me that they intended much more than simply eating outdoors. It was well thought out, because in addition to snaring poor Suzette, the trap was also set for Nigel. Suzette didn't have to invite Stephan. That was arranged for her. But the other...
Once Cynthia had weathered that first orgasm, which actually frightened her initially, she was insatiable. He only lasted another five minutes before, with a bellow, he filled her as he had dreamed of filling her for years. Now that his shame was banished, he gloried in lifting her into the air as his seed burst into her passage. After they rested, their second engagement was of a different kind. He took her in the usual way, looming over her and thrusting hard enough to make the bed squeak...
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I stayed, even though my libido was satiated for a while. I felt it was my duty to observe, and later record in my journal, all that happened. I didn't know how, or even if that journal might become valuable some day, or who its value might assist. That is why I witnessed them sink to the depths of perversity. After each wife accepted her husband ... she accepted the others as well. They went on like that for hours. Eventually even Cynthia succumbed to the depravity, and was bred in equal...
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Indru tamil kama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana magalum pinbu vithavai ammavaiyum eppadi usar seithu matter poten endru ungaluku solugiren. Suvarasiyam athigam irukum kama kathaikul selalam vaarungal, en peyar karthik. En veethiiyil oru pen ilamaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, avalai thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. Thinamum aval kalluri sendru varum pozhuthu iru velaiyilum sight adika arambithu viduven. Aval peyar nandhini vayathu 21 irukum, avaluku veetil aan thunai kidaiyaathu. Veetil oru amma iru...
Another Session with Mistress by tiedbiyouI thought I was ready for Mistress... but I was mistaken. When I heard footsteps approaching slowly I could tell it was her. I was in the middle of the room facing the fireplace. I was on my knees, face down and ass up. I had on my collar and leash holding the leash in my teeth, ready to give it to her. I had my wrist and ankle restraints on and my hands were behind my back. I was naked except for the collar and restraints. There were the assortment of...
But here I was, driving to HER place and thinking how wild this long weekend would be, so wildly fucking exciting. My mind drifted from one thing to another. I did not know how a switch could be a Dominate one day then a submissive the next. I am pretty sure of my thoughts that a Dom is a Dom and sub is a sub, it is in their nature to be one or the other, and any attempt to cross over would just end up in the realm of role-playing. Even though I said I would take a “submissive role” for...
The MistressA soft glow from the desk lamp illuminated slender black leather gloved hands caressing a riding crop. The silence was palpable. The only sound was the soft rasp of a tongue gliding over polished leather. The Mistress’s gaze was piercing as she read the financial report. She was not pleased with her accountant, and she would soon demand answers from him personally. The white male slave that had brought the financial report stood at attention with his eyes downcast. He sensed...
The lure of Mistress BettyPart 1Here he was confused, bewildered and scared to death. How did he get here? Why had he consented to be treated this way? Alan felt like quite a fool, deceived by his weakness for a face sitting, the all compelling sight of a full bottom and a strong willed woman. No not merely a woman, but a Dominatrix, a Mistress. He was alone now in a tiny cold room awaiting his fate. In the silence he thought about the events that lead him here. It had all began through...
Thanks to Cappsters and Canadian Mike for their permission allowing me to rewrite this.Part 1Here he was confused, bewildered and scared to death. How did he get here? Why had he consented to be treated this way? Alan felt like quite a fool, deceived by his weakness for a face sitting, the all compelling sight of a full bottom and a strong willed woman. No not merely a woman, but a Dominatrix, a Mistress. He was alone now in a tiny cold room awaiting his fate. In the silence he thought about...
BLIND DATE WITH A MISTRESS by Submiss18 After having scoured several different adult personal services, it seemed I'd finally found a dominant woman who responded to me. Upon sending her an initial email to let her humbly know of my intentions and past experience as a submissive slave, Mistress Diana sent me several other emails questioning my level of commitment and I've learned she is very adept at prodding me to want to please her as soon as possible. She has given me...
Patricia had her fill of her husband Story Codes:? F/m F+/m M+/m Cross-dressing D/s B/D Bondage Humiliation Synopsis: Wife turns her chauvinistic husband into a sissy slut cross-dressing whore. Introduction:? Hello, I?m fairly new at writing stories and I write to help stimulate my fantasies and I hope that it may stimulate your fantasies.? I am not currently involved in a dom/sub relationship but I have had several real life Mistresses in the past and I find I crave the real life scene...
"Look at you Evie. You're so slutty in your teddy and stockings,” said Mistress Sarah. Then she looked down at my hard cock and said, "....and your clitty is so big. Excited are, you?" Mistress Sarah reached out and firmly squeezed my cock a few times. It was a welcome sensation that reverberated though my entire body. Before I could respond, she ordered, "Turn around slut. Let me see that arse of yours." Ever since I had met Mistress Sarah online, I had dreamed of her fucking me in the arse....
CrossdressingThe Continuing Pleasures of the Mistress *at the humble bequest of ?slave2isis?* The Mistress smiled lay on her luxurious bed as she had myriad slaves parade her new wardrobe before it was to be organized by her personal suite staff. Of course the robust healthy white males kept their eyes downcast and their penises flaccid. The ready whips of her personal bodyguards were eager to touch their tender skin in punishment. The slaves were performing against a losing battle as the Mistress had a...
Luke could feel the nerves building inside him. He had booked his appointment last week after months of debating. The Violet Club was like nothing Luke had ever imagined. Patrons were able to book sessions with professional dominants and submissives. In addition, they were able to customize them based on their fantasies.Luke had experimented a little with BDSM in his previous relationship, but once that relationship ended he knew he wanted to dive in further. Luke had typically found himself in...
BDSMDue to my work commitments I have been away for too long from Mistress Elektra's clutches whom I serve with the uppermost devotion. Serving Mistress Elektra has its long term benefits in having your limits stretched to the maximum ! Mentally as well as physically! !!!Oh yes !..... Mistress Elektra is a lover of stretching arseholes with her great selection of strap-on cocks from medium to massive (she doesn't do small !!) Mistress is also an expert in fisting her slaves as she pushes her...
Things went along very well for the first month or so. Mistress Madison did help Kim get caught up with her late bills and with what she made she was able to relax a bit on the grocery bills. Things were beginning to look up for her finally, and Kimberly could sleep peacefully for the first time in a while. She didn't have to worry about her ex leaving the country and cutting off her finances - she was able to make up for it and more now.And working for the Mistress was actually becoming fun....
FemdomThe Mistress and her Minion by Erin Tyler I had counted 98 days from the time I woke up in The Mistress' junk- strewn lab to the day I walked out of it. 98 days -- that's 14 weeks -- she had kept me trapped in that poorly-lit scrap heap with her broken anime character-wannabe of a robot sidekick, Natsuko. She had kept me stuck in a busted robot body, and I had to rely on my own ingenuity to get it into working order. It had been a stroke of luck that I had been able to steal...
My Life with Mistress VeronicaChapter I : A Sudden Change of RolesJanuary 4, Wednesday: It was raining hard, and I stayed inside my house watching an incredible bondage movie featuring a tall, beautiful, totally naked brunette whose hands were stretched so high above her head that her feet barely touched the carpet. The girl's breasts were perfectly exposed, round and shapely, not too big. And she was gagged, so all you could hear was her little moans and shrieks as the whip hit her. You could...