Locked and trapped in her suit of pain, ouise fought to hold off panic somehow. She could see Liz coming closer from the door, wearing the catsuit. The tall, forceful Lou wanted to yell to her husband, but the efficient gag he had applied had forced her to surrender all talk, and she could only grunt and writhe in her uncomfortable position. She panted hard as Liz eyes met hers, commanding her attention with a force she had never realized the gentle estate agent might have. They would both be in f trouble, but she had no idea who would come first.
With relish, Liz flexed her whip, and Doug shuddered slightly. Louise saw it from an angle, jerking her head: if she hadn’t been locked like this, she knew Mr. Gilmore would have jumped at the intrepid visitor and knocked her over. But Liz was now in a position to play them off against each other: neither would really know how to resist hard, as long as Liz could instantly punish the other. Or was it really that bleak…? Oh my God, Louise thought, moaning into the gag and feeling her pain.
“Yes, it’s lovely to see such a couple in this old dungeon” Liz said again masking her voice. Now Mr, I see you’ve been enjoying toiurself and youe slave is all wet and nice, so may I just give her some extra dessert?”
“Nnngh!” Louise grunted as she heard the words and Liz steps round the stock to her back. But what could she do? Her fiercely red ass was open to Liz’ assault, and Doug wasn’’t up to protesting.
Louise heard the crackle of the crop and then the biting slash onto her ass.
“MMMGH!!” she cried, bucking her head wildly . “Mmmgh! No!!”
“Like it, Louise?” said the female voice behind her, and struck anew. Pain ran like a rolling fire through her once more.
“mmmpf! Nngh! “
Third time around, and Louise felt close to panic, not just from the pain but from fear of what would happen to Doug.