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Nothing spices up a loving marriage like something new, but when Katie
nad her husband begin to experiment with bondage she finds herself
helplessly drawn deeper and deeper into the fantasy and life of becoming
a true sexual slave.
She washed herself, then her hair, then rinsed off and climbed out
of the tub. She was gleaming wet and naked, and stared at herself in the
mirror as she stood there, pushing her hair straight back from her
forehead. She posed in different positions, hands behind her head,
facing the mirror, turning from it, bending over. She grinned at
herself, and at her full, trim body.
Then she grabbed a towel and dried herself, picked up the brush,
and carefully blow dried her hair, taking her time. She brushed it into
shimmering silk, then finally opened the door and walked out. She
grabbed a robe, then hesitated. Why bother? Anyway, Mark had something
he wanted her to wear.
"Maark?" she called.
"Coming."
He grinned as he walked into the room, his eyes moving instantly up
and down her body with obvious appreciation. Katie straightened her back
and gave him a sexy smile as he carried a small black box over to the
dresser and set it down.
"Okay, pervert, what've you got now?" she snorted.
"Hey, you watch your tongue, missy, or you're gonna get a spanking."
He took out a small mass of black lace, then ordered her to lift
her leg. He held it out and she saw a Y-shaped garment that looked about
as large as a six year old child's bathing suit. She lifted her leg and
he stepped into it, then lifted her other leg. He pulled it up her body,
and helped her pull the thing over her shoulders, then turned her to
view herself in the mirror.
The thing was almost entirely see-through. The lower part, from
crotch to belly, was perhaps two inches wide. It split at her belly,
split in two, with two narrow strips of black lace going up across her
breasts. These strips too were only a couple of inches wide, and though
they pulled tight across her breasts, they didn't cover much more than
her nipples. Cover, of course, wasn't really the right word since they
were see-through. As for the back, it pulled up tight between her
buttocks and didn't cover much of them either.
"Just the kind of thing to wear when visitors are coming over," she
said sarcastically.
"That depends on the visitors," he leered, sliding his hand up and
down her ass. "If I invited a couple of guys over to enjoy my pretty
little fuck-toy I'd say this is exactly what you'd be wearing.
She turned and stared at him in surprise, then let him turn her
around as he reached back into the box.
The next thing he brought out was not soft lace but hard metal. It
was a kind of gold plated metal bracelet about an inch wide. It parted
in the middle, and had, she saw, a little keyhole, and a round ring. He
snapped it over her wrist and when she pulled at it with her other hand
it wouldn't come off.
"There's a bracelet you ain't gonna lose," he laughed.
"Mark, you're not gonna hang me up and leave me alone again are you?"
"I hadn't planned to, though you seem to find your own amusements
when I do."
"Ha, ha," she said, a little annoyed, a little amused.
He took out another metal bracelet, identical to the first, and
locked it around her other wrist, then took out two more. These were
almost identical, but were a bit heavier and a bit thicker. He locked
these around her ankles. Then, finally, or so she thought, he drew out a
collar made of the same metal. It was about two inches wide, and fit
loosely around her throat, though not so lose it could get off over her
head.
But then he reached into the box again and brought out a length of
chain. Actually, it was several lengths of chain, and it was gold plated
like the bracelets and collar.
He snapped a short one...about six inches long...to her two wrist
restraints, locking her wrists together in front of her. Then he took
another one, this only a couple of inches longer, and locked them to her
ankle restraints, or shackles as he called them. A much longer chain, he
managed to attach to the other two, locking it to the middle of the
chain between her wrists, and the middle of the chain between her
ankles. It was loose enough that she could raise her hands as far as her
lower chest, but no further.
Not unless she got down on her knees anyway.
Which she had a feeling she'd be doing soon.
Katie had been getting hotter and hotter since she'd donned the
slutty black lace thing. The shackles, actual metal shackles, were
incredibly erotic to her way of thinking, and chains were even more so.
She turned around and around, staring at herself in the mirror, moving
her hands just to feel the weight of the chains and make them clank.
"Wow," she breathed.
"Hot looking little slave girl, aren't you," he breathed, sliding
his hand up and down her belly.
"Yeah."
"And who's your master?"
"You are, Master," she sighed.
"A true little slut."
"Yeah. I'm a slut. I'm a cock hungry little whore," she gulped,
turning to see herself from behind.
"And you'll obey your lord and master, won't you? Otherwise it's to
the dungeon for you."
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, though not too
roughly, and bit down on the front of her exposed throat. She groaned in
pleasure, especially after raising her hands, and finding they wouldn't
go that high.
"This is all the clothes a slut like you needs, baby," he said,
gripping her arm and giving her a kind of shove towards the door.
And for the rest of the day that was pretty much it. He treated her
not much different than normally, except for more groping and more
stroking and caressing, and a lot more dirty talking. She did some work
on a file she'd brought home the previous night, she did some cooking
and cleaning, and she and Mark watched TV, read books or papers, and
talked about politics or gossiped about friends.
But she did it mostly naked, and in the chains.
There was two other differences, one, she was kind of horny all
day, and two, whenever she disagreed with him, or he caught her trying
to stroke her pussy, Mark would give her a slap on the ass, or the hip,
or once on the breast.
Also, several times, once when she was washing the dishes, once
when she was changing the bed linen, and once when they were watching
TV, he slid his hand in between her legs and began to jerk her off,
plunging his warm fingers deep into her pussy hole and stroking her
clitty with his thumb. He would work on her until she was panting and
moaning, and her hips were humping and jerking, then he would stop, and
forbid her to touch herself.
Just being dressed - if she could call it dressed - like she was,
and wearing the shackles and chains made her pussy warm and moist, and
left her in an all day heat, but the rubbing and fondling made her pussy
boil with lust, and had it yearning for a deep, hard, rough pounding
cock. Even after she begged him to fuck her, though, he wouldn't.
Once she was so horny she said the hell with him, and continued to
rub at her pussy after he stopped, ignoring him as he slapped her bottom
several times. She was on the verge of coming when he grabbed her wrists
and pulled her hands away.
She cursed him, but he held her struggling body, then produced
another chain, this one that went snugly around her belly. It had a ring
in the middle, and he attached her wrist shackles to it so she couldn't
move them more than a few inches up or down. She was thus no longer able
to rub her pussy.
Then to make sure she didn't rub her thighs to a cum, which she
immediately tried to do, he got an ice cube and forced it up her pussy.
She snarled and cursed at him for that, but couldn't reach her pussy
with her fingers, and the discomfort eased her heat enough that she
couldn't bring herself off by rubbing her thighs together alone.
As the day turned to evening he got worse, rubbing and groping her
more often, and using the ice to cool her down when she was too hot. He
got hard too, but wouldn't fuck her, even though she begged. He wouldn't
even fuck her ass, though she begged for that too, thinking the hard
pumping against her ass would make her come.
Instead he made her kneel and suck his cock, then had her deep
throat it. She did so, hoping against hope he would then use his
spit-wet cock to fuck or sodomize her. Instead he pulled it out of her
mouth and shoved it between her breasts, crushing them together around
it as he humped into her again and again.
His sperm shot out over her breasts, and he directed some of it up
into her face and mouth, then bent her across the table, and used the
vibrator on her pussy until she was screwing her bottom around wildly,
and humping back against it while yelping and grunting in pleasure.
Then he popped an ice cube up into her anus, another up her pussy
hole, and rubbed a third up and down her slit, then over her breasts and
nipples.
She cursed him foully, and for that he turned her over his lap and
gave her a spanking. The spanking made her bottom burn, and made her
squeal and curse and cry out in pain, but it didn't make her come.
Immediately after that she straddled the arm of the sofa and rubbed
herself back and forth against it, heating up her super-sensitive pussy
once again, and bringing her so close to a come that had he not grabbed
her and rushed her into the bathroom, then turned the shower on to cold
and forced her into it, she would have been surely riding an orgasmic
whirlwind.
Instead she came out of the shower dripping, and freezing and sulking.
He dried her, and brushed out her hair, drying that, then led her
back into the living room.
"I swear to God I'm gonna get you for this, Mark," she growled as
he shoved her along.
"If you really want a cock inside you, you had better start acting
like it."
"What have I been acting like!?" she demanded in frustration.
"You haven't been acting like a good little slave."
"What do you want me to doooooo?" she moaned.
"Beg for it."
"I have!"
"Not really, not in the right tone. I want you meek and submissive
and desperate."
She got down on her knees and made he eyes wide and round. "Please
fuck me, Master," she begged. "Please fuck my slutty little pussy crack!
Please fuck your dirty slutty little slave, Master! Please! Please!"
She rubbed her face against his thighs and crotch, much like a cat,
moaning and whining. He stepped back and grinned down at her, and she
felt a mixture of anger at him, and excitement at what she was doing, at
the degrading way she - Katie Mahoney, was acting.
"Lick my feet," he said, pushing his bare foot out at her.
She felt a shocking charge of excitement, immediately bent over and
began to slide her tongue over it, lapping steadily, then halting to
look up at him with imploring eyes.
"You know, I don't think I'm man enough to handle a girl as slutty
as you," he said. "Maybe I need some help."
She blinked her eyes in confusion.
"I know a guy who'd love to fuck you, baby. What do you say I
invite him over?"
"What?" she stared.
"He's one of the guys I play tennis with. He doesn't know any of
your friends either. He's got this huge cock that I bet your pussy would
love."
"You're serious!"
"Yeah," he grinned.
"Jesus Christ, Mark!"
"Why not? Wouldn't you love to suck my cock while a another one
else pounded up your pussy?"
"But - but - wouldn't you - care?"
"You love me, I love you, this guy would only be physical. Hell,
you don't even have to know his name if you don't want."
"You want me to let another guy fuck me?"
"I'd like to see it. I'd love to see how you'd fry another guy's
eyes, how you'd make his cock stick up in the air. You are so incredibly
erotic and sexy that I want to show you off like this."
"I - but I can't - I mean, Jesus, I couldn't let a stranger see me
like this!"
"You could. He's not gonna tell anyone you know."
"He'll think I'm a whore!"
"What do you care? Anyway, you are."
"I am not!" she glared.
"But you like acting like one, don't you."
"Well - yes but - I don't know - another guy - a stranger."
"Just think of the two of us getting you in a bed and fucking you
till you can't scream any more," he growled, sliding his hands through
her hair, then tugging it sharply to force her head back. "Just think of
two naked guys pounding their cocks into you."
She did think of it. His words were so graphic the images sprang
immediately to mind, and despite her fears and trepidations her loins
began to burn at the idea. She had thrown so many rules out the window
in the last week or so, had lusted after the rawness and bondage, that
she was tempted to agree, tempted to allow this other man, this
stranger, to come in and...and use her like a cheap whore.
But she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
"No," she said.
"You're sure?" he said, pulling her up to her feet by the hair,
though not too roughly.
"Yes," she gasped, as he pulled her head back.
He stroked his hand over her breasts, then slid it down into the
front of the lacy crotch, rubbing at her bare pussy crack. He slid his
fingers inside and stroked her clitty, then pierced her fuck tunnel and
pumped in and out.
"Just think how you'd blow his mind," he breathed. "Just think of
how hard he'd get at the sight of you, at how excited. You'd be
something he'd remember forever, the hottest, wildest fuck he'd ever had."
"Maaaaaark," she moaned, humping against his fingers as the images
burned into her mind.
"Maybe I could bring over five guys," he taunted. "Or maybe ten.
They'd all stand around you naked, their cocks all hard and throbbing.
You'd be tied naked to the bed, and they'd fight to be the first to
climb on top of you."
She moaned, and humped harder against his fingers.
"They'd fuck you one at a time, at first, one after the other, cock
after cock, then they'd take you two at a time, one fucking your pussy
while the other fucked your mouth, then maybe one more would fuck your
ass, and another would tit-fuck you. Naked men would be pumping their
cocks at you from every direction. Their hands would be all over you,
groping and squeezing and rubbing and touching you."
He had her bent way back, her legs spread wide as she moaned and
whined and humped against his hand.
"Gang banged," he growled. "Gang fucked, gang raped. You'd be
fucked seven ways from Sunday, cocks shooting off all over you, pouring
their sperm onto your tits and thighs and face."
"Maarrrkkk! Oh God! Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ooh pleeease!"
"Time to watch TV," he said, removing his hand and letting her
straighten up.
"NO! Fuck me! Mark! Fuck me, God damn you!"
"Not me. I've got a headache."
"Pleeeeasse!" she almost sobbed.
"I bet Sean would love to fuck you."
"All right! All right! Bring him over! If you're not man enough
bring over the whole fucking club! I'll take them all on!"
She said it in anger and defiance, but a thrill of shocking
pleasure ran up her spine when she did.
She expected him to argue, or to go to the phone. instead he went
to the door to the hall and opened it, then called to someone. She had
just enough time to realize that someone was going to come in when a
tall, broad shouldered blonde man came inside, and Mark closed the door
after him.
She stared at him in utter shock, then turned red in embarrassment,
gave a shocked yelp, turned, and tried to run into the bedroom.
Mark caught her, twisting her around and holding her in front of
him, pulling back on her hair so that her back arched and her breasts
thrust out. She was breathless, shocked, stunned, as the strange man's
eyes bored into her. She had never felt as embarrassed in her life, and
her face burned with shame.
Sean simply stood there looking at her, and her eyes jerked away,
unable to meet his eyes, unable to speak for the humiliation she felt.
And yet - there was more than humiliation, and even the humiliation
was tinged with a strange dark hunger and heat.
"You were sure right, Mark," she heard. "She's one of the most
gorgeous babes I've ever seen. Talk about hot!"
"She's hotter than fire," Mark said with a note of pride. "She's
insatiable.
She gasped as he forced her head even further back.
"See the chain around her belly? I had to chain her wrists to that
to keep her from jerking off."
Katie felt a new rush of shame, and wanted to curse her husband, to
snarl at him in rage, to strike him, to kick him. She felt a burning
rage only suppressed by her humiliation before this stranger.
And by the dark hunger she felt between her legs.
She flicked her eyes over him, past him. He was as gorgeous as Mark
had described, and there was hunger and lust in his eyes as he stared at
her.
Her heart fluttered like a small bird trapped in a cage.
"Go on. Touch her," she heard Mark say.
She cringed, yet still said nothing, gulping and gasping and
looking away even as she felt him reaching for her. She jerked as his
hand met her belly, lay flat, and stroked her gently. She pushed back
against Mark, her head pounding, chest tight, and let off a small
whimper as the hand moved upwards towards her breasts. Then he cupped
her right breast, and she felt a gush of hot warmth between her legs as
an almost electrical shock of sexual exultation crackled through her
body and mind.
"Very nice tit," she heard, to her shame and excitement.
She felt his fingers on her nipple, then his other hand on her
other breast.
Her hands pulled feebly against the chains locking them down as he
fondled her breasts, growing bolder. Mark released her hair and there
was no longer a reason to keep her head back. She stared up at him,
jerking her eyes to one side at the leer on his face.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Katie," he said in a low voice.
The word were like a blow and she staggered mentally.
He pinched her nipples hard and she gasped, her eyes jerking up to
meet his.
"Slut," he said.
The blood drained from her face, and then she cried out as he
pinched tighter and raised his hands.
"Oww!" she cried, forced up onto the balls of her feet.
"Lovely little pink nipples," he said in a low growl.
He pulled harder and she was forced onto her toes, forced to dance
awkwardly as he led her forward by the nipples.
"P-please!" she gasped.
"Will you suck my cock, little Katie?" he asked.
It was as if they were alone, just she and a stranger, and she
stared at him in with a terrible mixture of lust and anxious shame.
"Down," he ordered, releasing her nipples.
He pushed down on her shoulders and Katie sank to her knees before him.
Katie couldn't help the lust that burned inside her, and the sight
of his face, the smile and excitement on it, and the lust in Sean's
eyes, made her defiant. Somehow the humiliation turned to excitement
within her. She truly was a slut, she thought, a sultry, sluttish tramp
that men used for pleasure.
She hadn't so much as touched either of them, but these two big
strong handsome men were burning with lust for her, and both wanted to
drive their cocks into her moist depths and fuck her brains out.
She stared as he undid his shirt and pulled it off to reveal a
muscled torso. She licked her lips, turning her head to see Mark with
the video camera in front of him. Another bolt of heat hit her in the
belly and she turned away, trembling.
Sean kicked off his shoes, then removed his socks, undid his belt
and opened his pants, dropping them to the floor. He wore a tiny pair of
bikini briefs, and they bulged with the size of his erection. And then
they were gone, and she was staring at his thick cock, the head only
inches from her face. Her hands again pulled against the chain and she
swallowed nervously, the shame beginning to leave her now that he too
was naked.
He reached down and took her hair, pulling up sharply. Katie
gasped, lifted off her heels, forced forward so that her face rubbed
against his groin.
"This is for you, little slut," he said, taking his cock in hand
now and rubbing it across her face and forehead. "All for you."
He pressed against her mouth and she hesitated.
"Eat it," he barked.
He pushed forward and she let her mouth widen to take him in,
moaning softly as he filled her, as the head of his cock pushed against
the inside of her left cheek, then her right, then forward against the
back of her throat so that she gagged.
He held her hair in his fist, tightly bunched, and reached behind
her with his other hand to grip her head.
"Swallow it, you fucking whore," he growled.
Again the words struck her like a blow, raising fire and shock and
fear inside her belly as he pulled her head forward. She felt his cock
pushing through, and gagged again, then he was inside her throat and
pushing down, his head pulling her remorselessly forward as she stared
up at his flinty eyes, stared up until he was crushing her face into his
groin.
"This is how you treat whores, Mark," he said. "You show them their
place and keep them in it."
A little shiver ran through her even as she fought to cope with the
discomfort of his cock deep in her throat. She knew it was all a game,
knew he was playing a role, yet he sounded so serious. She could easily
imagine this was all real, that she was their prisoner, his prisoner, at
his mercy to do with as he chose.
He eased back, pumping slowly in her throat so that she tried to
cough and swallow, then pulled back entirely. She gulped in air, saliva
dripping over her lower lip and down her chest as he rubbed his cock
over her face.
"Dirty little slut. You need to be fucked, don't you? You need me
to fuck you."
He thrust her back suddenly and she cried out as she fell onto her
back. He moved forward and knelt, then gripped her legs in a grip of
iron and flipped her onto her belly as if she were a rag doll. He caught
her hips and yanked them up into the air then slapped her bottom
sharply. She felt the heat roaring up inside her, and panted, her face
against the carpet, moaning as he ripped the back of her lacy lingerie
apart and tore it away from her pussy.
Another cringe of shame as she recalled how naked she was there,
and another crackling shock of heat as his finger traced the line of her
moist sex. His fingers spread the lips of her sex and his thumb pressed
down firmly against her clit, rubbing.
"Oh! Oh!" she said in a choked voice. "Oh!"
"Dirty little slut," he said, slapping her bottom again.
"Please," she moaned in a choked voice.
"Beg for it, slut."
"Please" she groaned.
He slapped her bottom again, and his fingers caught her hair,
twisting it painfully up and back.
"Beg for it, slut," she heard Mark call.
"Please fuck me, Sean," she gasped.
"Master," he said. "Call me master."
"Please fuck me, master," she panted, half in frustration, half in
hunger.
She felt him push against her, and pull back, felt his cockhead
sliding up and down the length of her bare slit. Then he just rammed it
into her. She cried out, unprepared, her pussy aching a little at the
force of his penetration. But her mind spun up into a hot, swirling
cloud of eroticism as she realized she had him deep inside her, that she
was being fucked by a stranger.
She shuddered as he began to ride her, to pound himself against her
with total abandon. His hips lammed against her upraised rear as his
cock pistoned inside her
There was a stunning eruption of wildfire heat inside her, a
starburst of blinding sensory pleasure which turned to ecstasy and
screamed along her nervous system to tore her mind to shreds.
Her body had been burning for so long, her mind so taut and
strained by her need for relief that the hard pounding from the stranger
was too much to take. She came. She came and came and came, the pleasure
building past anything she'd ever felt before, shrieking higher and
higher and higher as Sean's cock pounded down into her.
She tried to scream but couldn't breath. She was ripped by a
devastating orgasm that seemed to have no end. Her mind howled insanely
as her body spasmed and shook and bounced in animalistic sexual
delirium. The world winked out, for nothing existed but pleasure and
more pleasure.
Mark watched in excitement and fascination. It was so incredibly
strange to see another man fucking his wife that he could hardly believe
what he was seeing. He was gripped by feelings of jealousy and
protectiveness. He was supposed to stop some guy from violently fucking
Katie, not stand there watching while he did it.
Yet he also felt tremendous pride at being able to show off this
hot, gorgeous sexual creature he owned. Oh sure, his friends might have
met her and noted that she was beautiful, but that was nothing like
seeing her like this, naked and writhing in orgasmic glee, begging for
more, grunting and groaning and whining in pleasure as her hot, tight
cunt chewed on a big cock.
And then there was the excitement - the excitement that was so high
and hot that he had to fight from coming in his pants. He wanted to
shove Sean out of the way and bury his burning cock in Katie's guts, not
stand there and wait.
Fortunately he didn't have to wait long. Sean had been excited at
the sight of her, and riding this wild, gorgeous, woman through a
violent orgasm hadn't exactly left him capable of a long steady fuck.
His eyes were bulging out of his head as he struggled to keep atop her,
and even after, with a long, drawn out, shuddering moan she'd went limp,
he'd continued to hammer his cock down into her with blinding strokes,
smacking his hips into her upraised bottom with enough force to jerk her
forward on the floor.
Then he came, cursing and gasping as he arched his back, his cock
pistoning inside Katie as she moaned and sighed in pleasure.
Katie sagged limply but he didn't care. Mark shoved him aside and
tore his pants open. He pressed his cock against her round anus and
thrust in violently. She gave a soft grunt and then a long groan escaped
her as his cock rammed down into her ass and he was growling as he raped
her rectum.
Sean stumbled to his feet, and went to the nearby video camera,
still on its tripod. He pulled it around and started filming. Neither of
them noticed or cared. Katie had been stunned nearly senseless by the
force of the orgasms which had ripped through her, and Mark was too
horny, too hot, and too excited as he rammed his cock up her ass with as
much force as Sean had used on her pussy.
And then his seed burst out and flooded her asshole, and he could
finally release some of the pent up energy and frustration he'd been
holding in check.
It took all of them a few minutes to recover, needless to say. By
then Katie had begun to feel embarrassed again, especially since the
lacy fragments of lingerie which had covered her were gone and she was
now entirely naked. She was still excited, though, and when the two men
had her sit on the sofa between them, and then began to stroke and
fondle her body, she quickly began to fall back into the sexual haze
that had gripped her earlier.
Then Mark had put on the TV, and Sean had watched the lewd and
carnal scenes he had taped over the weekend. Katie was both deeply
embarrassed, and intensely excited by Sean seeing her like that. The
worst, though, was when he saw her pumping her pussy with the vibrator.
Mark took the clips off her wrists, freeing the shackles so she
could move, then gave her a vibrator and sat her on a chair facing the
sofa, then told her to spread her legs and jerk off for them live. The
idea was so horribly embarrassing that for a long moment she just froze.
But it was also so - wicked - so sluttish, and, well, they had both
seen her on the tape and - .
And she really wasn't thinking straight.
She drew her knees up and back and, her hands trembling, she turned
on the vibrator, and rubbed the nose up and down along her naked pussy
slit. She felt how hot and moist she was, and forgot her embarrassment
as she fed the thing up into her snatch. She fucked herself with it,
pumping hard and deep to be dramatic, to put on a really slutty show for
them.
And when she came, she knew that, more than the vibrator, more than
her fingers, it was their presence, their watching that drove her pleasure.
After that she was on her knees on the floor, and "forced" to suck
Sean off. Her shackles were locked behind her back as he held her hair
and "made" her suck him off, "made" her lick his balls and take his cock
down her throat.
Then Mark was beside him, and she had to take turns, sucking one
cock, then the other. Then both of them rubbed their spit-wet cocks over
her face. They put her on her side on the rug and forced her upper leg
high, painfully high and back, then, kneeling at her crotch, Mark forced
his cock up her pussy while Sean buried his in her asshole.
They fucked her long and hard, and she came repeatedly, lost in a
world of sexual gratification and glassy eyed pleasure.
After they had both come inside her they took off the shackles and
put on the leather cuffs, then forced the vibrators up her pussy and
anus again and hung her spreadeagled from the ceiling. They called her
obscene names, and suggested awful punishments for her as she came again
and again, their words stabbing into her mind like fire and inciting her
to greater and greater heights of ecstasy.
Afterwards, dazed and exhausted, she crawled across the floor on
her belly, licking at their feet as she begged them to rape her ass or
fuck her throat. Sean sodomized her a final time, then went home, and
Mark carried her into the bathroom and washed her off.
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From the ebook: Slave Girl, by Argus
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