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HARVEST OF TEARS
CHAPTER 8
By slave ruthie
By the time they
reached the gymnasium, the naked maid was pulling back on the leash in sheer
terror. She had nearly stumbled twice
when her foot tripped over the short hobble chain between her ankles. Rosario - no, ‘mistress’ Rosario - had shown
utter indifference towards Maria's growing distress. She had merely yanked the leash to tug her
captive onwards, except for one occasion when Maria was too frightened of
falling to go down the stairs to the basement.
"You still don't understand, slave - you have no choice any
longer. In fact, you've had no choice
but to obey since your stupid father offered you as surety he would settle the
shortfall in our accounts." Maria
squealed in misery as she realized that she had been betrayed by her own father
and now she was being framed for his fraudulent deeds AND his death!
Rosario strode behind
the terrified girl, lifted the leash until Maria's collar was digging into her
neck under her jaw then forced her forwards.
"Slave," she whispered, "You must learn to trust me - I
will not let you fall." She prodded
her forward with the tip of her crop.
"I will, however, let you choke in your pretty collar if you
stumble. Now, put out your foot and step
down."
Maria gurgled in fear
but she hesitantly moved her right leg, trying to feel the edge of the stair
with her toes. She couldn't see how far
down the first step was with her head forced up by the horrible collar. It was like stepping off a cliff. Maria had an insane urge to throw herself
down the staircase in the hope that she would be injured and they would have to
stop their cruelty. She was afraid of
'mistress' Rosario but she was even more afraid of breaking her own neck. She closed her eyes and put her right foot down.
"Good slave. And now the next step. Hurry up - I haven't got all
night." Rosario casually chatted
away to Gérard as her prisoner carefully negotiated the steep steps down to the
gymnasium. "I had this part of the
house converted - grandfather kept the basement as a storage area for special
items and unwilling 'guests' but the Family has increasingly diversified into
real estate and other mainstream commodities.
We no longer rely so heavily on goods and services that need to be kept
from prying eyes." When Maria
reached the bottom of the staircase, Rosario employed her crop to swat the
girl's naked backside. Her victim yelped
and moved forward at the sharp prompt.
Gérard silently
admired the view in front. There was
something electrifying about the way Rosario was controlling the naked,
restrained maid. Although Charles had
suggested she might need guidance when breaking in the girl, from what he had
already seen, Rosario was eminently capable of dealing with a new slave on her
own.
Gérard had realized
something else. He was physically
aroused by watching how Rosario used every opportunity to teach her maid about
her new status as a slave. Intense,
peculiar and disturbing thoughts filled his imagination. He was a master, an expert at bringing
females to utter submission but here he was, fantasizing about taking Maria's
place - naked, chained and helplessly under Rosario's absolute control! The startling image of himself submitting to
this young woman was so unsettling, so alien to his nature...yet why did he
have such a stiff, almost painful erection?
Had she noticed? Would Rosario
sense the turmoil in his mind as un-bidden dreams of submission undermined his
safe, predictable, dominant background?
It was unfortunately
at that moment Rosario chose to turn around and confront him. "You've gone very quiet.” Her expression changed from mild amusement to
surprise. "Gérard, are you
alright? You seem troubled by
something."
He had to look away -
she knew!
"We'll talk about
this later." Her smile was
enigmatic. "I have Maria to deal
with...first." Another sharp swat
with her crop across her bare thighs propelled the trembling girl forward with
a squeal. "Stop whining, slave girl
- that is nothing compared to what is coming." When they reached the gymnasium, Alfonso was
waiting by the door.
Rosario propelled the
terrified naked girl forwards and handed her leash to the smiling older
man. "Maria claims she is a
virgin. Alfonso - I want to make sure
that is definitely no longer true and I expect her to be well-experienced in
all three orifices by sunrise." The
servant nodded but showed no more emotion as he pulled the frantically mewing
girl closer. "No lasting marks or
mutilation, mind. I want her kept in one
piece...for now." She strode into
the room and surveyed the special equipment provided by master Charles. "That one will do to begin with,"
she said, pointing to a cruel-looking metal device with crossbeams and thick
leather straps. "Alfonso, make sure
Maria 's tightly secured." She
turned to the other men, ignoring the terrified squeals from the girl being
dragged over to her fate. She came
across and examined Maria who was struggling futilely in the stocks. Alfonso was attempting to force a ring gag
harness into the terrified girl's tightly clamped mouth. "Here, let me help." She grasped a handful of hair and pulled
Maria's head back then pinched the maid's septum between her immaculately
manicured fingernails.
When Maria opened her
mouth to scream in pain, Alfonso deftly wedged her jaws apart with the leather
covered steel ring. "Grazie,
padrona," he murmured, and began to fasten the harness straps behind the
whimpering girl's head.
"She's still
moving too much. Alfonso, tighten the
straps again but don't cut off the little animal's circulation. And extend the frame - I want to see her legs
wider and more taut." Rosario moved
round to examine Maria's harnessed head.
"You were very disobedient, resisting poor Alfonso like
that." She stroked the girl's
drooling face. "And disobedient
slaves need to be punished for their own good.
You will find that I reward compliance but I do not tolerate any
failure." Rosario walked across to
a nearby table and selected several objects.
"I think we'll soften her up first.
I want my new pet to be fully receptive during her first lesson."
When her right breast
was lightly touched, Maria shuddered but the tight straps pinning her down to
the padded frame prevented any further movement. Something began to squeeze her nipple - the
pressure increased until it hurt! She
squealed in discomfort but the crushing pain did not cease. Rosario moved round to her left side. Maria felt the fingers on her sensitive
breast before her left nipple was seized by the vice-like clamp, causing her to
squirm uselessly against the doubled discomfort.
"These clamps are
very interesting. I assume the contacts
on either side are to conduct electricity?" Rosario looked expectantly at Gérard for
clarification.
"Ah, yes - the
clips have two terminals to apply a high voltage between the jaws." He motioned towards the trolley. "There is a third clip if you wish to
employ it?"
Rosario considered for
a moment. "Yes, I think Maria needs
to fully appreciate the consequences of failing to please me. Will you do the honors with the wiring,
Gérard dear? I am not familiar with this
device and I presume you are." As
she collected the last clip and moved behind Maria, the trapped girl's frantic
cries became more urgent. By now, she
could only move her hands, feet and head a little - Alfonso had tightened the
restraints again and extended the cruel frame so her legs were under strain and
her spine was being stretched forwards.
Rosario used her fingers to separate the poor girl's outer labia and
slowly let the spring-loaded teeth of the third clamp bite down on her hooded
clitoris. Maria shrieked and wept
bitterly but no mercy was shown.
"Alfonso, I think a light flogging all over her lovely body will
bring some more color to her skin - please aim for maximum pain but minimum
marks, si?"
"Si,
padrona."
"Bene." She looked down at her attire. "Hmm...I really don't want to ruin this
good dress. Gérard, would you look after
things while I change? I will be back in
about half an hour. Remember, no using
her anywhere...until I return."
Rosario gently kissed the top of Maria's head. "Well, I'll leave you in these
gentlemen’s capable hands, slave. Gérard
will show you what the clamps can do and Alfonso will make you
more...responsive. After all, this is
your début night as a slave and I want this to be an unforgettable experience
for you." Alfonso smiled as Rosario
sauntered out of the gymnasium without even a backwards glance at her terrified
prey.
Gérard couldn't help
admiring the cat-like way Rosario moved as she departed with her stunning dress
clinging to her equally stunning figure.
As the gymnasium's door clicked shut, he crouched down behind the maid's
helplessly exposed body and used his thumbs to spread the moaning girl's
exposed labia painfully apart. "The
hymen appears almost intact. Judging by
the tightness of the vestibule, this girl's vagina has only ever held a
tampon...and perhaps her finger."
He ignored Maria's horrified cries as her most intimate details were
openly discussed by her assailants as though she was an animal on public
display!
Gérard stroked the
hard edge of his Master's Ring down the sole of Maria's right foot, making her
toes curl. He noted the telltale signs
of her tiny rosebud tightening between her soft buttocks. "A good reflex too - this one will be
very responsive to the right stimuli."
Gérard looped a leather thong around the girl's left big toe, tightening
the slipknot before tying the other end to the base of the frame.
This simple act proved
to be the last straw for Maria. As her
feet were cruelly stretched down, she burst into forlorn sobbing. Her whole body ached. The pain of the clamps mercilessly biting
into her tender breasts and vulva were unbearable. And she was terrified of worse things to come.
The faint humming
sound of the box on the nearby trolley made her squeal even louder. She could feel something being attached to
the clamp on her left breast. The doctor
was crouching, reaching under her chest to do the same thing to her right
breast. She strained her head and saw
red wires hanging from the buzzing box that seemed to lead towards her
body! He was behind her now, his hand
brushing against her inner thighs. A
momentary pricking sensation in her clitoris made her squirm but all she managed
to do was hurt herself by straining against the cruel restraints.
Gérard walked slowly
around his subject. When he crouched
down by her head, she turned her face away and closed her eyes. But he simply took hold of her chin and
forced her to look at him. "This is
going to hurt, Maria. In fact, this will
hurt more than anything you have ever suffered in your short life. Do not worry though - you are not going to be
mutilated or killed...yet." He
smiled, knowing how his chilling words would affect the terrified girl. "You are drooling too much. We need to find something for you to
suck." He picked out an inflatable
penis gag strap from the neatly laid out equipment and paused to lubricate the
black rubber tip along her moist cleft.
"Did that feel nice, slave?
Your sweet little cunt will shortly be feeling many interesting
sensations. Keep your head still."
But she wouldn't -
Maria desperately tried to turn her forced-open mouth away from the obscene
rubber plug that smelled of her own sex.
Her efforts were useless. A
painfully strong grip on her hair forced her mouth towards the intruder. Moments later, Maria was recoiling at the
unfamiliar taste of rubber and her own vaginal juices. "There - it is not so difficult, n'est
pas?" He shoved the penis gag
deeper into her mouth until the leather base was pressing against her
forced-open lips. Once the buckle was
tightened behind her head, Gérard lifted up the bulb and held it in front of
her horrified eyes. Maria's reaction to
the first squeeze was immediate - she moaned and shook her head in anguish, as
the thing in her mouth grew larger, pushing her tongue down while it pressed
against the roof of her mouth.
She couldn't bear
it. Her mouth was filling up! "UUUNNN!!! UUMMMPHH!!!"
"Encore, pétite
Maria." Gérard kept on squeezing
the bulb while he tenderly stroked her hair.
Then he pinched her nose shut.
"MMMPHH!!!
MMMMM!!!" She couldn't
breathe! He had cut off all her air!
"You see how easy
it is to let you die?" Gérard let
go of her nose and allowed her to inhale before closing her nostrils
again. "The skill is in taking a
slave to the brink of death without...”
Again, she was allowed a single breath before his grip returned to block
her air passages. "...going too
far. Some claim that if a girl is choked
during orgasm or penetration, the sensations are intensified." Gérard pursed his lips in disapproval and
allowed another desperate breath. "I
have seen no evidence to support this theory.
I have, however, dealt with the consequence of experimental
failure." He released her nose and
moved to the collar around her neck, pulling it up to compress her
windpipe. "As a training method
though, Breath Control is a most useful way of teaching a new slave how to
obey." He held her collar until her
frantic head movements subsided then let go to give her sweet relief. Gérard took a blindfold strap from his pocket
and tightened it firmly at the back of Maria's head, blocking out all light
from her terror-stricken eyes.
"Soon, we will begin your breaking, pétite esclave. But not until I have had a coffee."
*****
A tremendous crash
roused him from restful sleep to total alertness within a second. After diving for cover and grabbing the gun
from under his pillow, master Charles crouched down to minimize his profile,
quietly released the safety catch then waited.
Silence.
Turning on the bedside
lamp, he immediately noticed two peculiar things: Alexa was missing from the
bed and the large, heavy wooden dresser had been tipped over onto its
front. He scanned the room and
whispered, "Alexa? Little slave -
where are you?" A tiny, scraping
noise made him quickly aim the loaded weapon into the darkest corner of the
guest suite. Carefully moving closer, he
found Alexa huddled against the base of the wall. She was shaking violently and holding her
arms outstretched, as if she was being crucified.
Master Charles felt
sick with dread. Was his slave having a
seizure or a cardiac arrest? One of the
unfortunate side effects seen in sterilized slaves, who had hormone-enhancing
implants like Alexa, was an unusually high incidence of a thrombosis. If Alexa was having a CVA, it might cripple
or even kill her - just as it had done to Lyssa, master Stephen's former
personal slave and Alexa's predecessor.
"Alexa, look at me. Come on,
girl - open your eyes and look at me!"
But she did not respond. Her
hands were clenched so tightly, he feared she might break her own fingers. "Alexa, do as you are told, slave - LOOK
at me NOW!" When her eyes
eventually flickered open, she did not look at him but stared vacantly at the
ceiling. Master Charles was struck by
the expression of sheer terror and agony on his slave's face. Alexa was gasping and trembling
violently. "Little slave, hey -
come back, my Alexa..."
She turned towards the
sound of his voice, shuddering as her mouth worked in absolute horror. Master Charles sighed with relief - she had
moved all her limbs so it wasn't a seizure after all. But why was she looking so tortured? Alexa was certainly prone to waking fearfully
in the middle of the night but she always seemed to find reassurance in her
restraints...DAMN! He had released her
after their oral sex and fallen asleep with her cradled in his arms. He had forgotten to secure her again
afterwards! She must have woken from a
nightmare without the comfort of being secured to the bed then panicked. But master Charles had never seen her looking
so terrified as this. He checked her
vital signs: her heart was racing but steady; her breathing was rapid but
shallow; her skin was slick with perspiration but cold and clammy to touch.
A soft knocking on the
door to the suite made him turn around.
Guy was standing there with a silenced gun in his hand. "Everything alright, sir?" He raised an eyebrow at the overturned
furniture then smiled. "Sorry for
intruding, sir - heard the crash and just thought to check things were
okay..."
"Guy, things are
NOT okay. Something has happened to
Alexa - look at her."
Guy lowered the gun
and crouched down to examine Alexa.
"Is she having another attack, sir?"
"'Another'? What are you talking about? Guy, have you seen her like this
before?"
"Yeah, you know -
like after you got back from Antigua.
Remember when you had to leave her at the Ranch while you chaired that
Masters' Convention down in Houston."
Master Charles
frowned. That had been the only night
since Alexa returned from the clinic when he had not been with her. And there had been a problem with his slave
but he hadn't been told! "Damn - I
knew absolutely nothing about this! What
on earth happened?"
Guy looked
uncomfortable. "Got called down to
the pens. Duty supervisor said Alexa'd
gone plum crazy, got her arms out rigid - bit like this but not as severe. Thought you knew, sir. Told the night team to put it in the incident
log."
"This is the
first I've heard about it! Somebody is
going to get HELL for this oversight.
What did you do when it happened, Guy?"
"Sedated her -
gave her a shot of Pentothal, then we got her into a straightjacket and did a
full tie-down on a gurney. Had a problem
getting an airway in with her throat all swollen up after her operation, so I
stayed with her in case she choked.
Seemed to do the trick because in the morning she was fine. Look sir, I really thought you knew about
it." Guy peered closer at the
quivering girl. "Want me to call a
medic from the Center, sir?"
Master Charles looked
down at his slave. Alexa was stirring
weakly and looking around the room with a dazed expression. "No, she's beginning to come round. Leave it just now, Guy. And don't tell Rosario or her people about
this, okay?" He indicated towards
the dresser. "Could you put that
back before you go?"
"Sure. No problem, sir." Guy stood up and shook his head at the pathetic
figure lying slumped against the wall.
"Poor kid. She's one of the
best, sir."
"Yes,"
master Charles murmured, "I know."
But the chest was too
heavy for him alone. Guy had to ask for
help. With a struggle, they managed to
set the solid mahogany unit back against the wall. "How did she tip it over on her
own?" Guy had no answer and looked
equally baffled before quietly leaving the room.
She began to weep when
her master gently scooped her up from the floor. Alexa had no idea how she had ended up in the
far corner of the guest suite. All she
could remember was drifting contentedly off to sleep with her master's powerful
arms wrapped around her sexually exhausted body.
She remembered the
awful nightmare, however. In painful
detail, Alexa experienced the horrible sequence of events while she was being
executed: the padded bench with the broad Velcro straps that pinned her body
and arms; the green walls and tiled floor of the death chamber; the curtained
windows of the witness rooms; the sharp stab of the catheter into her arm; the
cold sensation of the drugs entering her veins; the agony of being paralyzed
and unable to breathe...and, most chilling of all, the mocking, soft laughter
in her ears.
It was definitely
getting worse. Every time Alexa had the
horrible recurring nightmare, it was increasingly vivid and more detailed. How was she able to see, hear, feel, smell
and even taste in a dream? It all felt
so real!
Charles sat his slave
next to him on the bed and gently stroked her head. When Alexa reached up to touch her gold
collar and breathed a huge sigh of relief, he smiled. It was an endearing habit of hers to finger
the golden band that circled her neck - a comfort that she sought for
reassurance. His smile turned into a
frown when he saw the inside of her right forearm. She was bleeding.
A dark, ugly bruise had formed just above her
wrist around a peculiar, linear incision that was still seeping blood. "Look what you did to yourself,
Alexa." When he turned her hand
outwards to show her the injury, her face drained and she began to shake. "You must have cut your arm on the
dresser." He could feel her tensing
up, covering her shocked mouth with her left hand, staring in horror at the
wound. "Don't worry - you probably
caught it on a splinter. It is not a
deep cut and should not leave a permanent mark."
Alexa barely heard
him. She knew why her arm was injured,
even though it was impossible...and it frightened her so much she felt
physically sick. The wound was in the
exact spot where the long needle was forced into her arm during the execution
nightmare!
He stood her up so she
was facing him. "Guy told me you
had a similar episode before, little slave." Master Charles lifted up Alexa's chin, making
her look up into his eyes. "You
seem to be badly affected by something during sleep. We will need to find out why. I also dearly want to know how you managed to
overturn the dresser on your own when it took two strong men together to lift
it upright." He brushed a line of
tears from her cheek. "Now let's
get you safely back to bed. Go and
freshen yourself up first. Be as quick
as you can while I find a bandage for that arm."
When Alexa came back
from the bathroom, master Charles dressed her arm with a small plaster then
made her turn around and stand to attention.
"Hands behind your back.
Feet slightly apart. Head up
high, slave." The leather cuffs he
had selected were wider than usual and had two locking buckles instead the
usual one. At the sound of the final padlock
clicking shut, Alexa visibly relaxed.
"Stand straight - you were not permitted to move, slave."
Somehow, she forgot
about the horrible dream and concentrated on being fully obedient. This was exactly what she needed right now -
to be under her master's control...and safe.
By the time he had secured her ankles together and wrapped a posture
collar around her neck, she felt much calmer.
He kissed her on her lips before fitting a padded blindfold strap
snuggly around her head.
Master Charles stared
down at his property for a moment before gently pulling the duvet over her
restrained body. The chains on her
collar and ankle cuffs would prevent her from getting out of bed again. His poor slave was so exhausted that she was
already asleep. Unfortunately, he felt
too alert to go back to bed.
Perhaps it was time to
do what he had avoided since claiming little Alexa instead of killing her. Sitting at the small table so he could keep
an eye on the helpless, faintly snoring form of his personal slave, he broke
the seal on the large jiffy bag and emptied the contents out for
inspection. As expected, there was a
handwritten letter addressed to him.
Master Charles took a sip of his favorite single malt whisky and began
to read.
*****
Was it the dreadful
searing sensations through her poor breasts and vulva, or the relentless
lashing of her aching back and legs that made Maria go beyond maddening pain
into...what? She was so frightened, so
afraid for her life and yet there was another feeling too - excitement?
She had been left
isolated, cruelly strapped to the horrible frame, gagged by the obscene rubber
thing that seemed to fill her mouth, blindfolded and in discomfort from the
clamps on her sore breasts and tender pussy.
They had not spoken or touched her but she knew they were there.
Without warning, a
savage current bit into her left breast.
Her whole body stiffened and she screwed her eyes shut under the
blindfold. A matching jolt burned
through her right breast. Maria clamped
her jaws against the ring between her teeth in a desperate attempt to find any
relief from the awful sensations across her sensitive nipples. It didn't work. When the electric shock tore through her
labia and clitoris, she couldn't fight anymore.
Maria lost control of her bladder, releasing a jet of hot urine that
sprayed and splashed over the marble floor behind her racked body.
"Dirty slave - I
see another device is needed."
Whatever Gérard meant, became horribly clear as a new, stinging began
between her thighs. It felt like a hot
needle entering where she peed! If she
could have screamed, Maria would have howled the house down but all she could
manage was a ragged gurgling sound. This
pain was impossible to bear!
"Bien. Warm her up, Alfonso
- random strokes but please keep clear of her body when you strike with the
whip."
She heard him through
a blur of agony. Surely nothing could be
worse than this? Then the fire began to
rain down from her shoulders to the back of her legs...
*****
"A most interesting
man, your new president." The
senator sniffed dubiously at the tiny cup of steaming brew that his slave had
served. "You sure this is just tea,
little Guli?" He smiled and reached
down to pat her head at the sight of her anxious expression. "Don't worry - it's a joke." But she still looked seriously up at
him. "I'm being funny, dear
slave." When the senator tickled
her ear, Guljana finally grinned, then chuckled with a mixture of mirth and
relief.
Such a beautiful
face. He reached out and touched her
soft cheek. "Nearly time to get
yourself dressed, my little slave-jewel.
Remember to keep your collar hidden under that scarf - we don't want to
reveal your status to people too ignorant to understand how valuable you
are." His slave smiled and looked
down at the beautifully woven rug below her bare legs. "Your president has mastered the fine
art of speaking without actually saying anything. He would fit in well at Capitol Hill,"
he added ruefully. "Well? What did YOU think, little Guli - he's from
your part of the country. Can we really
trust this man from Kandahar?"
Guljana thought for a
few seconds. "I...trusting him,
senate-master. He is good-man -
pardon. He is a good man. Presidens K_____ says many much with his eye
and hand, master. He is know a man of
honor to my people." She blushed
and grinned. "He is very much
handsome also."
The senator
laughed. "Well, he certainly liked
you, my pretty slave-jewel. Matter of
fact, he couldn't take his eyes off you!"
He reached down and patted her head in response to her horrified
expression. "I can hardly fault
him, my dear. You do seem to have that
effect on the male of the species!"
Guljana looked confused. The
senator realized she did not understand his words. No matter.
"Now, what are you going to do while I am at the Jirga? There is no way for you to stay with me. The presence of a woman, particularly a
'foreign infidel', is extremely offensive to the Talib negotiators - they are
only seeing me under sufferance."
He paused - she was crying again.
"Guli, I am assigning a guard to look after you. You will have your very own US marine to keep
you safe." He leaned forward and
whispered conspiratorially.
"Sergeant Gomez is also one of us, slave. You could say he's a kind of 'talent scout'
for the Organization."
Guljana tried to
control her feelings. She could not
shake off the awful fear that something bad was going to happen. But how could she explain it to her
senate-master? He was going into extreme
danger and she knew how ruthless the men he was meeting could be. And he was worried about HER safety! "A slave thanking her senate-master who
she is love very much."
Her deep, dark eyes
and trembling lower lip were too much to bear.
He was going to arrive late at the presidential palace...but who could
resist such temptation?
*****
"She is ready,
padrona." Alfonso bowed and handed
over his flogger to a smiling Rosario.
"Grazie. Go upstairs and choose two of the staff to
help with Maria's lesson." She
strode across to the frame. "Do not
return until I call you, Alfonso. I want
a private word with my new slave."
When Gérard started to follow the servant, she called him back. "No, Gérard. I want you to stay. Close the door and lock it." When she shrugged off her trench coat and let
it fall to the floor, he found it impossible not to stare. "Yes, I know its terribly theatrical but
I did not want Alfonso thinking it was for his benefit."
Gérard could see what
she meant and wondered exactly whose benefit Rosario had in mind - Maria,
himself, or...both? For Rosario was
attired from collar to toe in a black leather, figure-hugging catsuit with
matching long gloves, and stiletto thigh boots.
"Be a dear and help me with this harness, Gérard." She had tightened a wide belt around her trim
waist and was standing with her hands on her hips and legs slightly apart. "I will allow you to fasten my crotch
strap. Tell me - what do you think of my
outfit? It's not too much for you, I
hope."
Oh she knows exactly
what she's doing to me, thought Gérard.
"You look...very imposing, Rosario - very much the
dominant." So much indeed that he
was having trouble controlling his voice as he knelt down. "Please...your ankles - wider
apart...” He felt so tongue-tied, like a
schoolboy! When he reached up inside her
legs, he paused at the sight of the strap dangling between her thighs. This was no ordinary strap-on belt - apart
from the connector on the front for attaching interchangeable dildoes, there
were two extra plugs fitted on the inside of the strap!
Rosario looked down
and raised an eyebrow. "Is there a
problem, Gérard?" Her tone was
amused and slightly mocking. "But
SURELY you can unzip me and secure the strap properly."
"Of course, it
will be a pleasure, Rosario," he
smiled up at her, "but SURELY you will want these lubricated first?"
Rosario chuckled
softly and stroked his cheek with a leather-gloved hand. "And how, my dear doctor, do you propose
to do that?"
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