She pulled the bra, belt and chaps off the girl, leaving only the black eye patch.

The blow of the lash Claire again made her kneel in front of my armchair. She told the unfortunate woman to continue, but she picked up her application with the subtlety of shame and pleasure:

- Do not forget about the ass!

Ryka slipped behind the back in the gap between the buttocks. Probably, the girl was very sensitive in this place, because she almost immediately got excited again. However, instead of letting her experience her highest singing, Claire grabbed a girl and, pushing one of the columns, pressed her back to the stone. In the blink of an eye, little Anne found herself tied up in the pykam and legs, as if paped on the cross, with wrists and ankles pulled together behind the column. I directed to the luy side of the projector and approached. The legs and legs were coupled with two pairs of diametrically oppositely spaced rings using leather bracelets, which are sold in some Parisian stores and familiar to most of the young women loved by the fake. The upper pair was located at the proper height (almost two-meter) in order to stretch the body as much as possible and at the same time avoid the risk of causing damage to it.

Clare resumed her fiery caresses and with such a passion dug into the victims that it was already impossible to die for sure, whether the cries caused by her belong to the cries of pain or pleasure. All doubts were dispelled when Claire again began to whip her wide open thighs and groin. The displaced ydary, inflicted with all despair and artificially lying one on another, forced the girl to wriggle furiously, forgetting about the tying paths. Her body was so beautiful that by the time she committed suicide my admiration only grew stronger.

Claire, exhausted from strength, allowed herself to breathe and brought a gag that was supposed not to let the captives of the captive tell the whole quarantine. After that, she placed a spirit beside her, placed for convenience on an iron stand. Filling the spray gun, she put the tools on the fire.

I admiringly looked at the long metal needles with sharp tips, which had from the other end on the wooden piece, thanks to what they could be held without burning. Having waited until they were scattered on the spot, Claire went to a sophisticated torture, first with one hand, then with another; after that, she came to the very top of the inside bends of the thighs, but she did not get the whip.

She did this slowly, lovingly calculating the intensity of the intricate moments: she began with light touches to the very surface of the skin, and ended up driving the needle points a millimeter into the meat.

Desperate girl throwing somewhat hindered her work. However, the growl of pain that we still heard, despite the gag, compensated for its pains. Tears rolled out now from under the black bandage and ran down along the nostrils of the victim. She tried to breathe. When Claire returned to her mouth and gently concentrated her attention on the circumference near her armpits and her nipples, I thought that the girl was breaking her feet and legs, with such force she pushed the rings that tightened her.

Then I took the whip and otted Claire to the side, so that, as promised, would itself whip the lips. I inspected the girl, given to me at the mercy. She was utterly exhausted by her struggle and vain hope of compassion. And with delight, with all my strength, ydapil her ...

I stopped only when a delicate short-lasting scar flashed on the delicate skin.

“Untie her,” I said to Clap. - Take the blasts off her ... take out the gag ... take off the blindfold ... Put it on the bed ...

Little Ann did not move. She was lying on her right, facing back to the wall and knees. Her shoulders and buttocks were worn on stone columns. I lay down beside. I hugged her from behind, and our bodies merged ...

And I raped Ann, not paying attention to her miki, put into her, half-dead, through the smallest hole. CHAPTER TEN: ORDER IS RESTORED That night I had a dream ... I again entered the gothic hall. But only now it was bigger, the ceiling was higher, and the whole room was like a church from my childhood. For two stone columns tied to a naked girl, one stands in front, another - back to me. I understand that they are both dead, but have not yet had time to cool down. Their bodies in the most attractive places are represented by countless three-pronged stylet. At the back of each punch, there is a bit of blood. Having tried my finger, I conclude that the blood is just beginning to turn.

I lick my finger. The blood is sweet on the stick. It remembers fryktovy juice. At that moment, I discover that another woman is standing in front of a lamella window with a luminescent glass. She is dressed in a magnificent, with many folds of clothes, like the Madonna of the Renaissance. She sits on the pitch and majestically stretches pyky before herself. She has a clap face. She gently smiles at me, but her smile is distant and mysterious. As I come to her, I notice that she is being removed. Having come to light, I smiled at the thought of dreaming such an allegorical character and so senseless. Nevertheless, I thought that I could expect Claire’s visit, although she didn’t say a word about it in the evening.

When I was called soon, I realized that it was she. Condemning myself in the order and nakinov top pajamas dressing gown, I went to open. Claire was pale and slightly spayed. It was the beauty of a wild animal trapped in a trap.

“Good day,” I said. - How is your teammate?

At this time she did not ask what kind of friends I have in sight. With Ann, everything was in order. Evening her tired, and now she was still asleep. Claire has been courting her like a mother, so that after a few days from yesterday and there will be no trace. Only on the grydi, in the place where the skin was cut, maybe there will be a shimmering strip.

- Very sorry...

“On the contrary,” she said. - Bydeta very beautiful ... Her voice sounded gently, helplessness reflected on her face. She did not dare to look at me. We were still standing in the hallway, and I did not know what she was waiting for.

“And you yourself,” I said. - How are you? She looked up at me with wide-open eyes. But right away poypilas.

- I have arrived.

“Excellent,” I said. - Follow me.

When we were in the bedroom, I sat down in an armchair and examined it, standing next to the bed in a pleated skirt and white shirt. And I gave the same order.

- Undress!

Claire hesitated only for some share of seconds. Putting her knees down on a sheepskin rug in front of me, she became one thing after the friend, according to pitaly, to take off her clothes. The lingerie on her turned out to be the same as it was in her time on the waist. No tpsikov. Undressed before me naked, she spread her knees wider and raised the pyki over her head. I left her standing in that position for a few minutes.

- Look at me! - She looked up again.

- Do you like to kneel?

She nodded earnestly and scrolled:

- I belong to you, you can do whatever you want with me ...

“Okay,” I replied. - Go and lay on the bed. She lay down on the downed sheets.

- Spread your legs! ... Ryki for spiny! ... Open your mouth! ... She smoothly executed orders. I got up, took off the slicker and was next to it. One palm I put on her head.

- Have you ever been beaten?

She made it clear that no, and her eyes turned black from fear.

- Well, then I would be the first.

I slapped her face, right on the right cheek, then - on the left, just, friend. I looked at her for a long time, after which I said that she was beautiful. The palm slipped to the groin, and I stuck my thumb right next to her ... how wet she was ...

Caressing, I kissed her. Then I pushed myself up on my elbow and again gave her much more than five or six times.

- Say: I love you, - I ordered.

She repeated “I love you” and added that from now on she is my slave and I can beat her to death if I like it. I have long and purposefully caressed her guides and intercourse. Then he told me to lick my fingers. When I intervened in her truly, she cried out, began to call by name and repeated everything that she loves me ...