"Master, please," she croaked, embarrassed by her lack of voice. Her jaw ached from the gag and her mouth was dry; it felt like she had not swallowed in a year. Hank stared down at her as she tried to shift. They had stretched her so tightly that this was impossible. She turned her blue eyes to him. "Master, I will do what you want. I will do what they want. I will accpet whatever place you have for me."

Hank reached down and let the backs of his fingers trail over her breasts and down her belly. He longed to do more, to touch every part of her, but now was not the time. Now was the time for control. Slowly his fingers slid down to her pussy, and he slipped one up inside her. Sybil's eyes went back in her head as she let out a low, pleasure-filled moan.

"I can give you great pleasure, or great pain, as you have just experienced. Does it matter to you which I choose?"

"No Master," she, said, breathing heavily. So tightly stretched was she that it made it hard to draw a deep breath. As a result, her breaths came in short, labored pants. "Your will is all that matters Master."

Hank found her clit and pressed on it and her moans grew louder. He smiled and looked at Willow and Keely, who stood at the end of the table, each with ther hands on Sybil's cuffed ankles. "What do you think, girls?" he said. "It's a start."