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With an ice cube held delicately in the thumb and forefinger of one hand and a burning stick of sandalwood in the other he rained agony onto the pale flesh of her breasts and her rosy areolae. This technique came from the police of the old regime and Pavel had never encountered it amongst the sado-masochists. The Institute taught him that it had been designed to wear down the subject’s resistance; the alternation of burning heat and freezing cold confused the pain receptors and this made the victim more susceptible to suggestion. The ginger plug was his own refinement; every centimetre that she writhed or jerked at the cruel shocks to her breast-flesh started a fresh jolt of fire in her bowels. It would be the end of his career to treat a suspect this way in a police station, he thought wryly, but it was a useful part of his cover on this assignment and, besides, the bald bitch seemed to relish the pain. He rolled a red-hot tip slowly down the gentle swell of her bosom until she groaned, busty then he sat back with his hands behind his head in a mockery of her obsequious posture to contemplate the smattering of burns across her blue-veined bosom. “Look at me” he ordered in a low voice. He sat for a while in silence, reading her face – the dark brown eyes, fine cheekbones and soft, trembling lips. Cries of pain and pleasure rang around them, sounds of sobbing and of conversation, but their own world was confined to his seat at the table and her place on the floor at his feet. With clinical detachment, Pavel Fucking selected a long needle from the table and began to heat it in the flame of his petrol lighter. He beckoned her with a long finger and she leant forward, cupping her soft globes in bold hands. “And what do I want you to be?” he murmured as he pushed the point swiftly through her nipple. There was a sharp intake of breath and her face screwed up in agony before she could speak. “Master?” she gasped, genuinely lost for words and terrified of displeasing him. He let one corner of his mouth turn up just a little before reaching for another needle. Again, she was perfectly submissive and compliant, offering herself up eagerly to this stranger’s whim. She froze rigid when the hot steel slid through her flesh and the smell of burning mingled with the musky aroma of her arousal. “You will tell me what I want you to be” he persisted quietly as he began to unwind the gleaming wire. When he had finished, he lifted one finger to summon the waitress. “Don’t look away from me” he reminded her as the naked ballerina approached and bowed. “How may I help, Sir?” she asked. “Attend to this slave, please” he directed. “First, unplug her”. The waitress dropped to porn one knee and drew out the ginger with a single, swift motion, setting it down on the table as Doulé panted and shook. 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The plug’s widest part is almost out of my hole, my rectum straining, my hole wide open…I feel my bowels protest and when the wave of excitement subsides, my jeans push the plug back in as soon as I start walking to the pizzeria. I have already looked, and there are no signs of the little bitch." What’s up?” she said as she stepped out of the door frame to reach Fucking around the large man to give him a hug. I pulled my porn dress on and looked down to my chest. She noticed the surprise on my face and raised her sunglasses and placed them on her forehead. If our parents would have been home she would have woken them for sure. As we enjoy a nice meal in the common room I realize most of the meat I’ve been served since I got here has been chicken. Again, she was chained down on her stomach, but she could tilt her head up a bit. I would ram my cock deep into her and shoot long streams of cum deep up inside her. She leaned forward. 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