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"Arnold Sloan" <Nowhere@at.all> skrev i en meddelelse
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> Hannah Quinn is a lovely young girl entering university. Little does
> she know that one of her professors had once had her own mother in a
> dark sexual relationship, that her mother had once knelt in bondage
> before the arrogant Erika Wolf. Flattered by the professor's attention,
> wide eyed at the feelings the beautiful woman rouses in her, she soon
> finds herself helplessly ensnared in a web of blackmail and submission.
> Yet much darker things are to come as she becomes a pawn between Wolf
> and and a ruthless treasure hunter. Transported to the Peruvian jungles
> as they search for the lost Tomb of the Amazon warriors she finds
> herself battered by the lusts of cruel men and women. And then, a
> helpless prisoner, she is used as bait, forced to endure pain and
> torments as the clever, sadistic traps of the sullen tomb are sprung on
> her vulnerable body.
>
>
>
> Jessica stood up at last, far from confident she had what Wolf would
> consider an appropriate summation. Time was gone, however, for any
> alterations. Wolf had only grudgingly permitted her this attempt to
> make up for a poor exam grade, and it must be handed in early, before
> Wolf's first class.
>
> She gazed down at her dress, then chewed unknowingly on her lip once
> more. This would certainly not do. It was, according to her clock,
> quarter to seven. However, she had set it forward a good quarter hour
> two months before to prevent herself being late for classes. So she had
> the time to clean up a bit.
>
> She reached behind her and quickly unfastened her dress. It was a
> simple garment, for, when away from her parents, she was not much given
> to fripperies. She stripped it off and stepped out of it, moving
> quickly to her wardrobe.
>
> She took down her green dress, for it set off her soft, wavy chestnut
> hair so nicely, and slipped into it. She decided it was too formal. She
> removed it and drew on a white one, pretty, and somewhat short (for
> her), and quickly buttoned it up before turning to the mirror.
>
> "Damn," she said deliberately.
>
> She removed the elastic which had bound her shoulder length hair back
> in a loose tail and brushed at it furiously, working at the bangs to
> get just the right look, brushing it out so it tumbled glossily over
> her shoulders.
>
> Finally, glancing at the clock, she sighed and grabbed her papers. Ms.
> Wolf was a fanatic about punctuality, and she couldn't risk being a
> single minute late.
>
> She cut across the south common, and in her haste failed to notice the
> hose snaking its way along the grass to the sprinkler sweeping water
> back and forth. Her ankle caught on the hose at the top of a low
> hillock and she went flying forward, the report spilling from her
> hands. She wound up on her stomach in the wet grass and dirt, her skirt
> up around her waist.
>
> She lay stunned a moment, water raining down on her, then scrambled to
> her knees with a cry of dismay, shoving her skirt back down. She stared
> around wildly, then snatched at the nearest paper, already somewhat
> damp. She twisted and snatched at another, then crawled to a third,
> hurriedly lifting them and holding them protectively beneath her chest
> as the water continued to patter down onto her back and head.
>
> With the last of them in hand she scrambled out of range of the
> sprinkler, and stood still, panting for breath and staring down at the
> wet papers, the ink already running in numerous places. Water was
> trickling down her cheeks as well, and in a moment, she knew, her tears
> would join it.
>
> There was no time to return and change, not without further provoking
> Ms. Wolf by being late. She hurried on, hoping her explanation would
> do, and the woman would be a little sympathetic to her bedraggled
> appearance.
>
> The building which housed the comfortable flats provided to unmarried
> professors who chose to stay on campus was only a few hundred feet
> along, and she was soon tugging the heavy door aside and trotting up
> the stairs. She was breathless as she reached the door to Ms. Wolf's
> apartment but she was on time -she thought, though she had cut it quite
> close despite her best intentions.
>
> There was no answer to her knock, and, chewing lightly on her lip, she
> knocked again, louder. She was about to knock for a third time when Ms.
> Wolf opened the door.
>
> "McMann," she said, her voice cold.
>
> Jessie was caught by her own surprise at sight of the woman. She wore a
> long robe, and her heart beat faster at the thought of what lay
> beneath.
>
> "Ms. Wolf," Jessie whispered, clutching the papers to her chest.
>
> "What time did I set for the delivery of your report?" she demanded,
> ignoring the water dripping from her hair.
>
> Jessie blinked in surprise. "Seven, Miss."
>
> Seven. Not quarter past seven.
>
> "But... but I'm quite certain I'm on time!" Jessie exclaimed
> desperately.
>
> "You're quite certainly wrong then," the woman said with a scowl.
>
> But I...
>
> Then she remembered how Anne Baxter had been toying with the clock the
> other day, and her heart sank as she realized the girl might well have
> reset it to its proper time, all unknowing why it was fast. She
> hurriedly attempted to explain, but Wolf appeared less than impressed.
>
> "If you can't manage punctuality here in the school, McMann, how do you
> intend to do so in a future career?"
>
> Please, Ms. Wolf I -
>
> Pleas are for beggars and children. Which are you?
>
> Ms. Wolf -
>
> "What have you done to yourself?" Wolf looked at her dirty dress in
> disgust and Jessie felt on the verge of tears.
>
> "Oh, never mind. Get inside, girl," she said crossly.
>
> Jessie bit her lip and stepped inside, her eyes quickly darting around,
> thrilled, despite the situation, at being in Ms. Wolf's very own rooms.
>
> There was a comfortable looking sofa facing a small fireplace, and
> lovely curtains over the window. She wondered if Ms. Wolf had made them
> herself, for they did not look store bought. To one side was a narrow
> table of some dark, polished wood, with a sculpture of some sort atop
> it. Past the living room was an open door she thought must surely lead
> into the bedroom, and her heart beat quicker at the sight.
>
> "How, McMann, do you expect to make your way about the world if you
> cannot get across the campus?"
>
> Jessie tried to explain about the clock, and the sprinkler, her words
> tumbling over themselves before Wolf silenced her with two fingers
> against her lips.
>
> I don't want to hear it. You're babbling like a child, McMann.
>
> She gazed at Jessie for a long moment without speaking.
>
> "Take off those wet clothes and I will see if there's anything I can do
> for them. We can't have you wandering around the campus looking like a
> disreputable beggar girl."
>
> Jessie could hardly breath for a moment. She had judged every nuance of
>
> Ms. Wolf's words since her fantasies had appeared, desperately trying
> to determine if there might be the slightest interest in the kind of
> liaison tormenting her own imaginings. For every hint Ms. Wolf fancied
> women there was another which spoke to the contrary.
>
> Yet here she was asking Jessie to remove her dress!
>
> Of course, that could be entirely innocent. She might just mean to
> clean the thing a little for her, perhaps toss it into the washer. She
> might -
>
> Hurry up, child! You're dripping on my rug!
>
> Jessie shakily set down the report and reached behind her. Under Wolf's
> calm gaze she tried and failed to undo the buttons behind her neck. The
> woman finally shook her head with a tortured expression, gripped her
> shoulders, spun her about, and began to undo them herself.
>
> Jessie felt miserable at being seen as such a feeble, helpless child to
> Wolf. Yet at the same time a flood of embarrassment mixed with a
> strange excitement filled her as the woman's long fingers undid her
> dress and pushed it forward over her shoulders.
>
> She shrugged it down, bending to push it past her hips, then stepped
> out and turned, face scarlet.
>
> Wolf examined the dress for a moment, then looked at Jessie with a
> knowing smile.
>
> Are you embarrassed to be seen in just your underthings, McMann?
>
> "N-No, Ms. Wolf," Jessie breathed.
>
> She could feel the tight constriction of her bra against her swelling
> breasts.
>
> No? Why don't you remove your underthings then?
>
> "M-Miss?" she squeaked.
>
> "They seem to be somewhat damp as well," Wolf said with a raised
> eyebrow.
>
> Breathless, her heart pounding, Jessie reached behind her back and
> somehow, perhaps luck helped, undid her bra, then slipped it forward
> and off.
>
> Her breasts dropped a little without the support, but still thrust out
> quite firmly for their large size. She was both mortified and
> desperately proud at the obvious look of respect on Ms. Wolf's face as
> she examined her breasts.
>
> They were not enormous, but they were quite large for her slim frame,
> and almost perfectly shaped: round and firm, the nipples large and
> pink, inflating to embarrassing size when aroused or chilled.
>
> She stood there for an eternity, almost entranced, and it was not until
> Wolf pointed toward her bikini briefs that she abruptly slipped her
> thumbs into the sides, slipped them down and off, and stood upright
> once more.
>
> As the soft white fabric dropped to her ankles she looked down at
> herself, then stepped out of them, raising her eyes once more as Wolf
> snatched her things up and stepped back.
>
> "Don't move from that spot. You're still wet, and everything in here is
> an antique."
>
> She walked down a small side hall, leaving Jessie standing nude but for
> her shoes. She quickly removed them, examining the bottoms for dirt,
> then bent to place them next to the door.
>
> Her skin tingled from top to bottom at being nude in so public a
> fashion, for she was a naturally shy girl with few friends. There had
> been no girlish sleepovers with others, nor public showering among
> school teammates (Her Catholic school would certainly not endure such
> immorality).
>
> In truth, not a single person had seen her entirely nude since her
> childhood. Even Thomas Cox, the boy who had drunkenly used her several
> years earlier, as she had sought to escape her virginity, had done so
> in the darkness and cramped confines of the back seat of his car, with
> half her clothing still on. And there had been nothing since but
> occasional fumbles and gropings.
>
> So despite her play of indifference her nudity before Wolf was the most
> sexually exciting thing Jessie could ever remember experiencing, and
> she had to fight to keep from shaking at the excitement within her.
>
> As she straightened and turned she found with alarm that her nipples
> were swollen like raspberries. This was invariably embarrassing for her
> when she was in public, for their size meant, whether from cold
> (usually) or other reasons her nipples, when hard, became quite easily
> visible through almost any clothing. Now, of course, she could only
> hope Ms. Wolf would assume it was the chill of the water which had her
> in such a state.
>
> The woman returned, and Jessie bashfully covered her breasts with her
> arm, cupping her sex with one hand.
>
> She could feel the warmth of her groin through her hand, and watched
> Wolf with wide eyes.
>
> Wolf's own eyes flicked over her, and she blushed once again, trembling
> under that remorseless gaze.
>
> "Now then, McMann,' the woman said, picking up a half emptied cup of
> tea, "You have a report for me?"
>
> Jessie blinked in surprise, then looked around and spotted it on the
> floor. She bent and picked it up, still trying to awkwardly cover her
> nudity, and too daunted to ask for a towel or a robe.
>
> She held it out hopefully but Wolf simply sat on the sofa, crossing her
> legs.
>
> I don't think I want ink on my hands, thank you. You read it.
>
> Jessie blinked. "H-Here? I mean, now, Miss?"
>
> Ms. Wolf nodded absently.
>
> Standing naked by the door, then, her skin still moist, her hair
> frazzled and tangled from the sprinkler's unwanted attentions, Jessie
> held up the paper, and in a shaky voice, began to read.
>
> As she did so her embarrassment began to fade, to the point where she
> stopped attempting to hide herself. She was only serving to make
> herself look immature and stupid anyway, she thought. And her certainty
> that Ms. Wolf must have more than simple academics in mind had begun to
> rise, allowing her nudity to excite rather than shame her.
>
> She read for some minutes, her voice alternately breathless and steady.
> It helped if she didn't look up, for finding Wolf's eyes on her
> invariably caused her to falter.
>
> She found herself unconsciously clenching the muscles in her groin
> repeatedly, feeling a deep sense of anticipation and sexual need in the
> presence of the beautiful and impressive Ms. Wolf.
>
> Her nipples remained almost painfully, and obviously erect. Jessie knew
> that Wolf could not have missed them, and was unlikely to still
> consider them the product of her brief dousing. Every slight breeze
> wafting through the nearby open window set them tingling and sparkling
> as they seemed to become more and more sensitive the longer her own
> inner arousal remained high.
>
> She tried to ignore that arousal, however, and everything else of a
> sexual nature, as she did her best to impress Wolf with her
> intellectual capabilities.
>
> She spoke of the thefts which had taken place from the tombs of the
> ancient Egyptian kings, and the artifacts ruined by careless, often
> amateur archaeologists and greedy exploitation, then summed up what
> they had learned about the style of ancient Egypt from the Valley of
> Kings digs.
>
> When she was finished she let her arm drop, almost hissing aloud as her
> forearm brushed gently along her right breast and set it jiggling
> slightly. She held the papers clutched in her hand as she looked to
> Wolf, anxiously waiting her judgement.
>
> "Well, it wasn't bad on short notice," Wolf said with a shrug in her
> voice, "but it's hardly impressive enough for me to overlook you
> showing up looking like the little lost match girl, to say nothing of
> being late. Serious study requires discipline, McMann."
>
> "I-I have discipline, Miss," Jessie said.
>
> Not the discipline I require, girl.
>
> She sipped the last of her tea, then looked doubtfully at the empty cup
> before raising her eyes to Jessie once again. "Go and make me another
> cup, dear," she said, holding it up.
>
> Jessie hesitated, then swallowed nervously and stepped forward,
> intensely aware of her own nudity as she bent forward to accept the
> cup. Ms. Wolf made little effort to stretch out her arm, and Jessie had
> to bend quite far, her breasts hanging obviously and heavily a spare
> foot or so from the woman's face.
>
> One sugar, dear.
>
> "Yes, miss," she gulped.
>
> And take your things out of the washer and put them in the dryer.
>
> Yes, miss.
>
> She walked through the living room, surrounded by a curtain of sexual
> heat, her eyes moving towards the small hallway. She turned to look
> towards Ms. Wolf, but the woman only smiled and waved her on.
>
> Just down the hall was the little kitchen. The tiles were cool to her
> bare feet as she walked to the stove and set the pot to boil, then
> rinsed out the cup.
>
> She looked behind her, then reached up and squeezed one breast. She
> drew in her breath sharply at the gush of pleasure and heat that oozed
> out of the soft, heavy orb into her chest. She could not remember her
> breasts ever feeling quite so sensitive, to say nothing of her aching
> nipples.
>
> The small washer and dryer were just across the little hall, and she
> quickly transferred her clothing, setting the dryer.
>
> Her every movement reminded her of her nudity, and despite her relative
> innocence she was quite certain Wolf was keeping her nude for a reason,
> and that something deliciously wicked would eventually transpire
> between them. Wolf had neglected to offer her any tea either, an
> inexcusable breech of etiquette normally. Since she was certain the
> woman would not be so crude she guessed she was merely being put in her
> place.
>
> That, of course, was not really necessary. She was well aware of how
> inferior she was to the beautiful, brilliant, worldly Ms. Wolf.
>
> She moved to the doorframe, peering down the hall towards the living
> room, then eased a hand down between her legs, her index finger
> pressing against her clitoris. It was hot and swollen and intensely
> sensitive.
>
> She clamped her lips together, pressing her cheek against the wood as
> she began to stroke her finger lightly across her clitoris. Being in
> Ms. Wolf's flat like this, naked, with Wolf just up the hall, made the
> act shockingly outrageous, and she was literally trembling with arousal
> as her hips began to roll in unconscious heat, her legs spreading as
> her breathing grew more and more ragged.
>
> She climaxed in seconds, barely able to keep from making a sound,
> jerking violently against the corner of the door frame as she jammed
> her pussy against her fingers.
>
> Then she staggered back, almost falling across the small table,
> standing there gulping in air as she tried to recover some measure of
> composure. She rested, getting her breathing back under control,
> waiting for her heart to stop pounding.
>
> Yet even as her breathing eased and her heart slowed she knew the
> climax had done little to suppress the heat within her mind and body.
> Instead she felt cocky and daring as she stepped to the counter. She
> let her body arch like a cat as she prepared the tea, and considered
> how she could let Ms. Wolf know what she wanted.
>
> She returned with the tea, her breasts jiggling slightly, the nipples
> still quite hard, and presented it to the woman, who took it
> negligently.
>
> Thank you, my dear.
>
> You're welcome, miss.
>
> Wolf sipped it, made a slightly disapproving face, then turned her eyes
> towards Jessie once more.
>
> So, McMann, you were telling me about your discipline and fortitude.
>
> "Well, once I put my mind to something, miss, I'll put forth quite a
> deal of work to bring it about."
>
> Will you now?
>
> Yes, miss.
>
> She shifted her weight awkwardly from one foot to the other, quite
> unsure what to do with her hands.
>
> And do you take... orders well?
>
> "Oh yes, miss,' she said, bobbing her head with certainty.
>
> Taking orders was something she was, indeed, quite practised at. Her
> parents had seen to that.
>
> And yet, you were not, as I ordered, here at Seven.
>
> "I'm sorry, miss," she said anxiously.
>
> You went to public school, of course, McMann.
>
> Yes, miss. McDonald Academy.
>
> And were you... disciplined there?
>
> "Well, yes, miss," she said uncertainly.
>
> "Do your British schools still use canes for discipline?
>
> I, er, not usually, miss.
>
> "No? Pity. You've suffered for the lack, I think. Turn around a bit,
> dear."
>
> Blinking in confusion, Jessie slowly turned, then when Wolf circled her
> finger, turned more, until her back was to the woman.
>
> "Yes, I can well imagine a flighty girl like yourself learning
> considerable discipline by the touch of the cane across your
> backside,' she said. "You've never been so punished?"
>
> Jessie swallowed, her insides thrumming more powerfully now as she
> began to grasp the direction the inquiry was going.
>
> "N-Not since I was much younger, miss," she whispered.
>
> And were you ever caned?
>
> "No, miss, b-but I was strapped a few times," she said tautly.
>
> "A few times too few, I think. Perhaps you'd have learned more
> discipline.
>
> "Yes, miss," she said.
>
> "Do you think you could use more discipline, McMann?
>
> "Yes, miss," she breathed.
>
> "I think so too." She paused for a long moment. "Do you see that
> planter over there above the table, McMann?"
>
> There was a narrow French provincial table set against the wall nearby,
> and a heavy planter hung from a chain fixed to the ceiling above it.
>
> Yes, miss.
>
> Go over there and take it down.
>
> Surprised, but obedient, Jessie padded across the rug to the table,
> then, blushing as she felt Wolf's eyes upon her backside, reached up
> and forward. She had to bend deeply, legs together, and rise onto her
> toes to lift the pot up sufficiently, and was well aware of how neatly
> presented her bottom was.
>
> She turned with the pot in her hands.
>
> "Set it down on the floor to one side," Wolf said.
>
> Jessie did so, then again turned, mutely requesting orders.
>
> "Open the little drawer in the table, McMann, and take out what you
> find."
>
> Jessie looked down and slid open the little drawer she found, her eyes
> widening and breath catching at what she saw.
>
> There appeared to be only one object in the drawer, a pair of
> glistening metal handcuffs.
>
> She removed them slowly, again turning her head to look at the woman.
>
> Put them on.
>
> She stared down at the handcuffs, the first she'd seen outside of a
> television show.
>
> Her pulse was racing faster and faster, yet her lower belly was
> becoming as moist and heavy as it had been before she had masturbated
> in he kitchen. Her excitement was mounting to the point she was having
> difficulty not trembling visibly.
>
> She carefully placed one of the open cuffs around her left wrist, then
> closed it until it clicked locked. She blinked her eyes as she tugged
> at it, then put the other around her right wrist, awkwardly closing it
> as well. Her breasts seemed to grow harder and heavier now as she
> looked up at Ms. Wolf.
>
> "Turn around, dear," Wolf said.
>
> Jessie obeyed, the little metal making a soft clinking sound.
>
> "Do you see the hook which held the pot? I want you to reach up and
> slip the handcuffs across it," Ms. Wolf said.
>
> She was going to cane her! It could only be something like that. Jessie
> had, of course, heard of such kinky games, but never had she imagined
> she would willingly take part in them. Now she readily, almost eagerly
> reached up for the hook. She had to rise onto her toes once again, her
> hips and lower belly pushing in hard against the side of the table as
> she strained herarms forward and up.
>
> The hook was near the wall, and she could not quite reach it well
> enough to slip the little links between her handcuffs over it. She had
> to half crawl onto the table, throwing one knee over the top before the
> link slipped over.
>
> Then she eased back, gasping at the firm pull of the cold, hard metal
> against the soft flesh of her wrists. The span was barely long enough
> for her to stay on her toes, and she was forced to bend forward quite
> lewdly at the waist.
>
> "That's a good girl," Wolf said.
>
> She continued to sip her tea and Jessica continued to stand still, bent
> forward, wrists aching slightly, body stretched out, toes quivering and
> trembling. Her insides were a riotous maelstrom of shame, shock,
> elation, fear, lust and confusion.
>
> After several long moments Wolf set down her cup and rose, walking
> slowly across tostand just to one side.
>
> Jessie looked down, panting lightly, noting her breasts hanging
> heavily, then looked up tosee her wrists tightly shackled before
> turning her face to Ms. Wolf. She felt deliciously stretched out and
> vulnerable, her behind pushed out in what she knew was a quite
> attractive manner.
>
> "I think this position displays your bottom to maximum effect,
> McMann," the woman said."The aesthetic value alone is worthwhile, even
> without the helpful exposure for discipline."
>
> "I-I - thank you, miss," Jessie said helplessly, flushed and excited.
>
> Ms. Wolf smiled, then walked past, going to a nearby chest. She opened
> it and drew out along, slim wooden rod, then turned, face stern.
>
> Jessie gulped, fighting nervousness and fear, feeling the tightness in
> her groin as she imagined the cane striking her. She watched Wolf move
> back, turning her head in an attempt to look behind her.
>
> "I'm sure this will help your studies, McMann," Wolf said.
>
> She swung the thin crop through the air a few times, producing a
> hissing sound as it cut through the air. Then she drew it back and
> brought it down hard against Jessie's backside.
>
> At first she felt only the light impact, and almost allowed relief to
> form. Then, a spare instant later, the hot fire of pain lanced through
> her buttocks and she cried out.
>
> "Quietly, McMann," Ms. Wolf said in annoyance.
>
> "I-I'm sorry, miss," she moaned.
>
> Another blow struck her, and she gasped, her body jerking, her breasts
> jiggling.
>
> The pain cut into her sharply, then faded to a hot burning. Again the
> crop sliced through the air, then met her perfectly positioned buttocks
> with a soft crack. Jessie's eyes watered, and she groaned at the pain,
> twisting weakly in her helpless position. The handcuffs cut into her
> wrists, and her hips were already sore as they ground against the edge
> of the table.
>
> Yet there was something else entirely. This was not, as she knew full
> well, any kind of real discipline. She knew this was a sexual game to
> Wolf, and found the notion astonishingly delicious. She gasped again as
> the crop came down on her now flaming bottom, moaning helplessly.
>
> The sexual heat which had been building within her from the moment she
> removed her clothing built rapidly higher. She remembered Wolf's talk
> of Egyptian harem girls and imagined herself one, imagined herself Ms.
> Wolf's helpless sexual plaything, her very own harem girl, gasping at
> another blow, then another.
>
> She felt herself pulling against the handcuffs, trying to lift herself
> higher, to grind her sex against the edge of the table. Another blow
> laced into her bottom, then another, and still another, each drawing a
> soft cry and whimper as her hips rolled and jerked in response.
>
> She had had few orgasms in her life, until recently, when her
> masturbation had become far and away more frequent, but knew herself
> close to one now.
>
> The sharpness of each new blow was somewhat faded now, unable to force
> its way through the fire engulfing her buttocks: Yet the impacts were
> echoing deep in her lower belly, echoing inside her empty vaginal
> sheath, the muscles clenching again and again.
>
> "Oh!" she cried as a particularly hard blow threw her head back.
>
> "You must be strong of will to succeed in life, McMann," Ms. Wolf said.
>
> The weak give way to the strong.
>
> Another blow cracked down across her behind, and a sob escaped her.
>
> "I think that's enough for now," she heard, the sound coming as if from
> a distance.
>
> But I'm quite certain more will be required in future.
> With that Jessie felt the tip of the cane slide down her spine between
> her sweating buttocks, brush lightly across her puckered anal opening,
> then dart in beneath her moist sex. Suddenly it jammed up between the
> warm lips to saw briefly against her clitoris.
>
> It was enough.
>
> Her head was flung back again, and her hips rocked as the orgasm swept
> through her. Her thighs were tightly clenched together, and her muscles
> spasmed furiously as the hard, thin wood, sawed back and forth with
> painfully delicious strokes. Her breasts jiggled up and down achingly
> and her mind flared with impossible pleasure.
>
> Then it faded, and she slumped breathlessly, gulping in air, all but
> hanging by the wrists now. Her head fell forward, hair spilling around
> her face to blind her as she fought for breath.
>
> "I think your things should be ready now," Wolf said. "You can get
> yourself down, I'm sure, while I fetch them."
>
> She walked away, leaving Jessie limp and groaning. After a moment her
> legs grew strong enough to half climb up on the table and slip the
> handcuffs over the hook, but that left her wrists still locked
> together.
>
> Wolf returned and laid out her clothes, then smiled at her, shaking her
> head briefly and reaching deeper into the drawer to remove the key. She
> unlocked the cuffs, replacing them in the drawer, then motioning her to
> get dressed. It was only after she had left, half dazed, her behind
> still burning hot, that Jessie realized that at no point had she
> actually touched Ms Wolf, or Wolf her
>
>
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