Don’t hurt her any more!”
Meanwhile Vanessa’s screaming had changed to a whining. The Grand Mistress loosened the nose-chain, forced Kate’s head up by the hair and held the first inches of the bullwhip, all bloody and used, to the slave’s mouth. Sex She retched and coughed up blood. For long minutes, She fucked the girl’s piss-tube mercilessly. She retched and coughed up blood. Grand Mistress Gillian called the strawberry-blonde slavegirl and let her clean her hand again while watching Vanessa suffering in aftershocks of her ordeal; she was sunken in her own world of pain. Vanessa saw the Russian beauty disappearing behind her legs, then felt a sickening scratching of something hard and warm over her
worn-out rectum. The modernised building based on the concrete remains of a WW II-
shelter system, filled with all details of medieval dungeons. To her, the glass rod seems to be red hot, melting her innermost abdomen to a boiling mixture of blood and piss. The first was the dark haired slave-maid, the other a petite brunette. “OOoooouuuuaaaaaaa…not theeeeere!”
She heard Kate shout her name and tried to wiggle free, to no success. The thought of something like this was grotesque and obscene, it was an assault on the core of Grand Mistress Gillian’s reign.
