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Sweating and straining at her bonds, Sian appeared to be in the throes of mounting pleasure despite the jolts of electricity passing through her most sensitive flesh. As the camera revealed in lingering close-up, her vagina was clamping round the dildo as it mechanically pistoned into her. The shaft was dripping so wetly with her juices it seemed as though it was pumping out a well. Even her anus was pinching about the electrode rod as though it did not want to let it go.

She was being screwed by a machine and was loving every minute of it.

Sian came with a plaintive cry of delight and a shuddering of her captive body. Her vulva clenched visibly and then sent a pulsing stream of pee arcing through the air into the bucket.

‘We have involuntary urination!’ Fanning announced.

The image flickered and shifted, returning to show Cassie now strapped to the machine and clamped by electrodes, while Sian, her cheeks flushed by her recent exertions, looked on. Cassie appeared less confident than she had earlier, and the smooth taut domes of her breasts, adorned with their shining crocodile clips, rose and fell rapidly.

The machine started its programme once again. Cassie grunted as the dildo penetrated her and simpered and yelped as the shocks coursed through her nipples and flesh-lips. As the voltage increased she lost all vestiges of her normally aloof manner. Her eyes bulged as the rod up her backside came alive, she writhed in her bonds, her pussy clamped
onto
the thrusting dildo. If anything her cleft looked wetter than Sian’s had been. Tara had never seen her looking so abandoned.

She came with raw passion and a yell of amazement, pee squirting from her like a fountain.

‘Cassie loses her bet,’ Tom Fanning declared triumphantly.

Warwick turned off the player and looked at Tara with a smile. ‘I suspect they’ll find other excuses to visit again. Perhaps I should borrow that machine of Tom’s and see if it has the same result on you.’

Tara gulped, her loins knotting in anticipation. ‘As you wish, Master. You can try it out on all of us if you want. We all seem to belong to you now.’

‘Not belong. This time you came to us. We’ve only taken what’s been freely offered.’ He looked at her narrowly. ‘Does that make you sorry you started all this?’

‘Of course not, Master. I mean, I’m only sorry I underestimated all of you. But then, if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here now, would I?’

Warwick laughed. ‘Unrepentant as ever. I think you need another lesson in humility.’

Tara lowered her eyes meekly. ‘As you wish, Master …’

Warwick looked down on Tara with satisfaction.

She was chained spreadeagled on his bed. Her mouth was stopped with a red ball-gag, so she could respond freely to the punishment he was about to give her without troubling the neighbours. Cords ran down from the top of the bedposts to spring clips that bit into her nipples, lifting and stretching her heavy breasts up and outwards, exposing the soft swell of their pale undersides to his gaze. A holly cane lay at the ready across
her
palpitating stomach. Her engorged lovemouth gaped invitingly wide: salivating with hunger, eager to be filled. She looked mutely back up at him through eyes bright with need and excitement.

She was very beautiful, he thought. But though he might briefly possess her body and she might play the part of his slave, she was not and never would be truly his.

They had broken up her gang and had their revenge, but they hadn’t really beaten Tara herself. More truly they had won her grudging respect by demonstrating they were not the grey cheerless nonentities she had imagined. They had provided her with a new form of amusement which gave an outlet for her scheming energy and desire for dangerous sensations.

She had become a weekend slave on her terms. Warwick knew the arrangement wouldn’t last for ever, but then what did? Be grateful for such pleasures life gives and enjoy them to the full, he told himself philosophically.

He took up the cane, laid it against the naked undercurves of her breasts, drew back his arm and swung. Tara’s muffled yelp of pain and pleasure filled the bedroom …

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