The five women still out in the woods stretched their arms and legs as they were untied. Laura moaned a little as the blood finally left her head. They frowned when rope was tied tightly around Laura's mature neck, Hannah's plump neck, Mary Beth's and Ashley's muscular necks and Susan's delicate neck. They marched along as the men led them.

Bernice was still wailing as she was tugged and pumped. Her nipples were stretching as far as might be imagined. The backs of her muscular thighs were corded tightly as her legs strained at the bonds that bound them to her arms. Her sneakered feet twisted in their tight bonds.

Emily smiled seductively at Virago, "But you're interested in shared pleasure. You know I'm different from the others. You like me. Admit it...Master. Wouldn't you rather have a pleased and pleasing slave than just a victim?"

The other four allowed themselves to be cuffed to their chairs, dressed in white smocks that came down to their thighs. They watched as the stew was brought and ladled to them. Then each felt one of their hands uncuffed and the cuff snapped around the back of the chair. "Where's Bernice?" Laura said firmly over the soup, a question soon echoed by her two step-daughters. No one asked about Emily.

Emily moaned with pleasure as her soft breasts were rubbed. She parted her delicate lips and slipped them around the spoon, sensually swallowing each bite of her stew.

Bernice, meanwhile, was still wailing as she was fucked in her position, her recently healed sex in increasing danger and her legs bent beyond endurance. "For the love of God, if there's any mercy in you, just let me stretch my legs and actually eat for five minutes! Please!"

Elegant, blond susan and butch, brunnette Ashley were stood, cuffed and leashed together. Susan let out a sob as they were led from the room.

"I'm Hannah," Hannah said, looking over her shoulder at Ben. She shifted and tested her cuffs, her fat thighs parting slightly under her smock.

Laura extended her free hand to Mary Beth who clasped it tightly. The women winched as they heard the screams. "Susan," Mary Beth guessed. "Ashley is tougher than that."

((Post what's happening to Ashley and Susan so I can play them))