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Chapter 3.
Emma was picked up by the two of them and dragged to the spare bedroom. Unbeknownst to her, the drink she had been given during the second half of the game had been heavily laced with the sedative diazepam, and she was beginning to feel quite drowsy. She was easy to handle as they strapped her to the vinyl padded bench. Her wrists and ankles were buckled with leather cuffs which were attached to ropes that ran through pulleys at the corners of the bench and were tied to cleats bolted to its solid wooden legs. The bench also had several seat belt type straps arranged up the sides. Emma was now flat on her back, spreadeagled, and strapped down tightly across her midriff. She felt very tired and could barely keep her eyes open, despite the traumas of the past 24 hours. Mr B gently leaned down and began sucking on each of Emma's nipples in turn. Emma tried to shake her head and moan half-hearted protests, but she was too tired to attempt any resistance. Next Mr B started rubbing her nipples with ice cubes. Emma's pert little nipples began to distend. Meanwhile, Lizzy had been busy. She'd wiped the needle with an alcohol swab and done the same with the "barbell" type studs that would initially be used. Mr B took the ice away and Lizzy quickly swabbed the girl's nipples with the alcohol. Everything was ready.
Despite her drowsiness, Emma screamed as the needle pierced her left nipple. Lizzy quickly and expertly pulled it out and replaced it with the stud wiping away the few drops of blood with another alcohol swab, eliciting another scream from Emma. The process was quickly repeated on the right nipple. Emma's body which had been straining against her bonds collapsed back onto the bench and she fell into a deep sleep. Lizzy quickly packed her implements and both she and Mr B left the room. Mr B thanked Lizzy for her help, showed her to the front door, and then retired for the evening.
Mr B was up early the next morning, and after coffee, went to check on Emma. The girl was still asleep and Mr B began to gently caress her exposed sex. The girl slowly began to stir, and as he centred on her clit she let out a soft moan. Slowly her eyes opened.
"Good Morning, Emma." Mr B said smiling down at her. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm still very tired…and my tits are very sore," she said groggily.
Slowly the events of the previous evening came back to her, as did the realisation that the better behaved she was the sooner she might be released to continue more routine escort work.
"Are you hungry Emma?"
"Oh yes! Very. Can I fix you something to eat?"
"Sure Emma. Perhaps we can eat by the pool and have a swim as well."
Mr B unbuckled the restraints and gave Emma a skimpy white bikini which showed off her tan nicely. He then surprised her with a wrap around sarong for her to put on, and then led her up to the kitchen for breakfast.
"What would you like for breakfast Mr B?" Emma asked.
"Oh how 'bout we both have yogurt and cereal with coffee and orange juice. You can sit at the table with me Emma."
Mr B flashed a smile at Emma and then returned to his paper.
Emma was confused. Was this the man who only yesterday had chained her to a bed and violated her? Beaten and humiliated her? Watched as others had raped and degraded her? Emma was in turmoil but knew for now that if she kept him happy her release back to Lizzy might come sooner, and more importantly she might avoid yet more violent and degrading attention.
Emma made breakfast and took it on a tray out to the pool. Mr B sat at the table as they ate together, he reading the paper, Emma eating in silence. After a few moments Emma broached the subject that had been worrying her.
"Mr B…uhmm…how long will I be staying with you? Will I earn enough to pay for a flight home?"
Mr B folded his paper and put it down. "We'll talk about it after breakfast and a swim, ok?"
Emma seemed satisfied and cleaned up the dishes. She came back out onto the back deck, dropped her sarong and dived in the pool. Mr B stripped off his shirt and quickly followed wearing a pair of boardshorts. Emma was happy to just frolic in the water while Mr B did a few laps. After 10 minutes or so, Mr B sidled up behind the oblivious Emma, grabbing her round the waist. At first Emma tensed but quickly reminded herself to relax. She just hoped that he would leave her tits alone, because despite the soothing water, her nipples were still very tender. He grabbed Emma's hand and pushed it down the front of his boardshorts where despite the cool water, Mr B was indeed very hard. Emma began to wank him as he pulled aside her g-string and fondled her pussy. He edged Emma to the side of the pool, all the while stroking her clit. Emma rested both forearms on the edge of the pool as Mr B ripped open the Velcro on the front of his boardshorts. Excruciatingly slowly, he began entering Emma from behind. She was floating on the cock inside her and despite her misgivings it felt good. Emma buried her head in her arms and began to moan. It felt good for Mr B too. Alternating between the cool water and the beautiful young girl's hot pussy felt great. He leaned forward to nibble on her earlobe.
"Mmmmmm, harder please Mr B Sir. Please fuck me harder." Emma moaned.
Mr B said nothing but simply fulfilled her wish, beginning to speed up and reaching round to gently stroke her hard and sensitive little nub. Emma groaned in pleasure.
"Cum now Emma, cum my beautiful little whore." Mr B whispered in her ear.
"Ohhhhh yes Sir! Yes Sir! I'm cumming!" Emma squealed delightedly, throwing her head back.
Mr B made one final lunge and gently bit her neck as his cum spurted into the pussy spasming on his cock. They stayed like that for a minute or two. Emma then turned in his arms and hungrily kissed him.
"Thank you Sir." Emma smiled impishly and climbed out of the pool. Mr B watched the girl wrap herself in the sarong and smiled inwardly to himself wondering if she would be quite so content in an hour or two.
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