Talk about a disconcerting plunge into a fresh nightmare. Nothing seems to be getting better in this place! Her arms and legs are near point-break, she feels, the relentless pull on her arms and the still obvious smears of his cum in her mouth and her face, making her feel like a distended and distorted chain gang convict. Why does he want to take her on this ride?

Her need to cry out with pain is overwhelming, but denied by the wrenching ring gag: her head jerks back and forth and it feels like someone has stuck a fork from her mouth and deep in. The back is totally nude too, if only I had something nice and styleful to wear, Jessie muses as her eyes sweep around the room. On a few chairs and tables she spots corsets, handcuffs and hose and tights of different kinds - pink, black and dark sheer hues.

Pain rises like a steady pillar of water in her, flooding her senses but as she looks down her long, chained legs and feels the pull she is getting drugged by the feeling of no escape, absolutely no escape.

"You're a whore, a slave", he had told her.

Hell I'm not

"You're my whore and I can take you anywhere I want. I can do unspeakable things to you, call you a slave and tattoo it on you, pee in your mouth, turn you over to somebody I choose to fuck you and I don't need to ask you.Tie you up, whip you, deprive you of talking.. Any moment i want."

Mmmgh. Help! Mmmgh..The thought sinks in, it's horrible, but at the same time - fascinating. But photograph her, use her like a cyber slut to get the money to buy more implements of torture and stuff his bak account?? Never, never.

Her cunt is tickling her again.