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“Master’s bitches are absolutely not allowed to stand on two feet,” he said, his voice surprisingly strong. Cheryl blinked at him, confused. “S-sorry?” She was distracted yet again, now thinking she should run. But not too far by she could see a booth where military-grade weapons were being sold, causing her to second guess her decision. Her buyer rolled his eyes. “Are you dumb? Get down!” He yanked sharply on the leash, sending Cheryl tumbling to the ground with a yelp. Before she could get to her feet again, he took off towards the exit, forcing busty her to scramble on her hands and knees to keep up and prevent herself from being dragged on the hard wooden floor. The moment they exited the door, Cheryl tensed, realizing she finally had her chance. The old man must have realized this too, because he tightened his grip on the rope around her neck and walked even faster, not giving her the chance to hesitate or pull away from him. He led her to a large, steel-grey van with a sliding door on the back and dark, tinted windows. The old man tapped on the sliding door twice with his bony knuckles, and almost immediately it slid open, revealing a very pretty young woman. This woman mustn’t have been too much older than Cheryl herself, and she was tall and thin, with a small chest but wide buttocks. She wore a knee-length black Lolita skirt with a white frilled waist apron, and a black, lacy bra decorated with white lace and a small white bow between her dainty breasts. skinny Sleek brown hair fell nearly to her waist, and nestled upon her head was a French maid’s cap. To complete the look, glasses she wore white tights and a pair of black kitten heels, a look both somehow demure and slutty all at once. “Ah, Lydia.” The old man passed Fucking the leash on to the young woman. “Would you be a dear and prepare Master’s new pet for the ride home?” “Yes, sir.” The woman led Cheryl into the van with little resistance, sliding the door shut behind her. She turned the lock, then turned to Cheryl. Cheryl peered fearfully out at her new surroundings as Lydia got to work, leading the scared young girl to the middle of the van. Once any old van, this had clearly been remodeled. The back seats had been removed, and in the center, where Cheryl was now being set, were two metal ankle cuffs bolted into the floor. These were locked into place, forcing anal Cheryl to sit on her knees, wincing at how tight they were. Just behind her now, there was a bench bolted to the side of the van. This doubled both as a place to sit and a tool box, as the seat of the bench was a lid that could be opened. Lydia now delved into this, pulling out two lengths of rope, amongst some other toys. She used the ropes to tie Cheryl’s arms tightly above her head, securing them to D-rings that had been screwed into the van’s roof, leaving Cheryl’s chest exposed and defenseless. Next, a hood was placed over Cheryl’s head, obscuring her vison. Behind the hood, Cheryl’s lips began to tremble, a sense of hopelessness overwhelming her. She’d have no idea of telling where they’d be going, no way of running, no way of even standing up. She hung her head, tears sliding down her cheeks silently. Lydia continued to work professionally and wordlessly, not yet done preparing the poor girl. As the old man started to drive off, now she got the worst of the tools from the bench box. First, nipple clamps were latched onto Cheryl’s pierced nipples, stockings eliciting a whimper and a bit of fidgeting. The clamps were connected by a delicate chain, and a second chain led to yet a third clamp, which Lydia now pulled down to clamp the poor girl’s clit. Each clamp was tightened until their imprisoned nipples and clit were bright red and searing with pain. I scooped it up with my hand and then lick off my hand. Well, it's not going to be good for your little friend." I bumped it accidentally, and it slid around her thigh and fell between her legs. She gave it a quick look, then used her free hand to grasp her brother's cock. She smelled so good as I sat her up and began to remove her jacket and then the white lacy blouse underneath. It had been a dream…but it had felt so real! I smiled, loving my new family. I wasn’t shocked. I have to talk to her.” He strode towards Luke walking heel to toe, making his steps very audible. He took my hand from my mouth and placed it by my side. Sparks flared, adding to the heat rushing through my body. As the two came together, I’m sure I could hear a ‘clink’ as they touched. I had Sheila open a busty channel to her, with Sheila at least I'd have a better chance to tell if she was lying or not. “What did you say, boy?” BANG another punch to the face. Fucking anal “Untethered. His shift started 4 hours ago and there were still 4 hours left until it would be someone else's shift. He kept going. I hesitated a little and he insisted me to go there. It will be delivered and set up in about 90 minutes to two hours. “Well, well, well, what a delicious treat,” she purred. “Firstly I went to see mum. It was easy skinny for Alkandi’s high-elf incarnations to conceal their eyes and ears, and live the rest of their days in debauched anonymity in the red-light district. It was from Bill. To her surprise, while she can feel it continue to spread lower down her body, it stops around her neck, not spreading any higher. “Maybe in the morning.” She had a serious look on her face glasses now. He knows how to use it.” I think at first she didn’t notice or care but when she started to notice I backed off a bit. In just a few moments she cried out once again. I loved it. I watched them through the bush as they got closer. James didn’t know how long it had been, his perception of time skewed by the feelings coursing through his body, but his haze of pleasure was interrupted by Katie letting out a grunt of frustration, her breath heavy and laced with a growing exhaustion. I brought this beautiful girl hugging me to life. By the time she reached Julie's cottage, Michelle was soaked, and could feel the juices running down her inner stockings thighs. "Uhhh good, Mrs. Anderson! My back arched. I just feel the urge to do it."