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Norena opened one.
The room was “Oooh, a punishment room,” said Stacy, her
eyes wide. “The Hillings didn’t have one… but
I’ve heard about them. Do you punish us here?”
“I don’t. This is for Master and Mistress only.
Maids are punished here for more… serious of-
fenses… or sometimes just for the sport of it. It’s
fairly common in New England.”
“I’ve never seen so many chains and things. And
some of those things I just can’t imagine what
they are used for. But I’ll bet they hurt a girl.”

“Probably should gag your slave before putting
clamps on her pussy, Madam,” suggested
Sondra.
Victoria reached up under her skirt and peeled
off her panties.
“Open, slave-girl,” she commanded of Julie.
“Ooh, your pants look rather wet, Mistress,”
complained Julie.
“Slave girls don’t talk back!” snapped Victoria.
“Besides, you know what I taste like. Open!” Julie
opened her mouth like a baby bird expecting a
worm. The pants were popped into her mouth with
force. Julie’s face flushed as she tasted Victoria
Palmer once again. Victoria put clamps on her
sex lips.

It was a slave, not a
servant. The girl wore a collar shackle, her breast
brands were fairly fresh and still red-brown, and
glistening rings dangled from her erect nipples.

Happily and elegantly, they knew their creation as a girl, and accepting the course of human nature as being what it is they recognized that ropes and chains and whips were
devised specifically for their young bodies. They questioned not why this was so. It just was. And part of being a domestic included ready acceptance to such machinations with dignity and, in fact, joy. Thus these beautiful creatures were unique, and were set apart from their sisters of other vocations and conditions. Indeed, a fresh whip mark on the slim back of a downstairs maid caused her no more grief than a rose prick on a more sophisticated lady’s finger.

“Don’t be so foolish as to think our game has come to an end,” Mack says, dropping a thin coil of rope on the floor. It is more wire than rope. “The fire will return very soon. Only then will you know what it’s like to truly suffer.”

Terry responds desperately to the threat of more suffering, but there is nothing she can do other than imagine it. Mack coils the thin rope around the base of her dangling left breast, listening to her bawl as he works, promising more torture. He is a master with his knots and he ties the breast off tightly, binding it strangely as Terry shakes her head, still believing she can reason him to stop with her wild protests.

In no apparent rush, Mack works slowly and repeats the process on Terry’s right breast. He then binds her tits sharply together until they bulge sickly off her chest. The ringbolt comes in handy once again. Ignoring her sobs, which are increasing in tenor, Mack ties the rope to the floor and returns to the crank.
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Nude, except for black 5″ pumps, curvaceous Tory is bound to a post with a thick beam between her thighs. One leg is frog-tied, a harness ballgag frames her face, and strict ropework encircles her breasts.

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This horny bastard proceeds to break into the girl’s apartment, knock them out one by one, and then carries the unconcious beauties off to his dungeon in which the girl’s don’t even realize they have been kidnapped and stored in another apartment in the same building! Each girl is held hostage separately and is forced to listen to their roomates screaming and pleading while being told to comply with all instructions and tasks or else they would never see each other again! Poor Jewell endures a caning, nipple & labia clamps, breast and pussy torture while blindfolded, and strong minded Vicky won’t give up even after a flogging, paddling, pussy clothespins, a zipper, clover clamps, and a caning. Both girl’s are determined to out smart this jerk, but instead find themselves tied together face to face and then forced to watch each other cum!

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