‘I have been his personal student for a bit more than a month now,’ Majgen realised, ‘Life has been peaceful lately. This morning in the shower ...I didn’t see a single bruise on my body.’ Baglian had allowed her to use healing ointments on her back, and the bruises from the whipping had long healed. Those bruises had kept her from sleeping on her back for over a week, but they could have been worse. If Baglian had used a neutral tool to inflict the same amount of pain during that whipping, the. Faster and faster I pumped, trying to make the plunges as long and deep as possible. On one of the downward plunges my foot slid on the carpet and my crotch slapped down all the way to the chair seat. A startled yelp issued from my mouth as I fell and was impaled on the rigid rubber prong. I just sat there, my cunt lips and asshole squashed against the chair seat, the cock buried in my belly and my entire cunt pit burning with astonishment.I realized I had the whole thing up inside me then. I. I need a cock in me. Someone. Anyone!” Lust triumphing over humiliation, she pumped her hips in invitation, burning with shame at the subjugation of being forced to beg in such a filthy, uninhibited way, but knowing she’d finally used the words he wanted to hear.Murmurs sounded all around; rumblings of surprise, of lust, of cold amusement that she was reduced to begging.“I’d never have believed it, Dûrthéod. I’m still not sure I do.”She stiffened. I don’t recognize that voice! Quailing, flushed. We stepped inside.Leathers was standing there. He gave Angel a peck on the cheek and said, “Hi,” then turned to me. “Hey Sarah, how’ve you been?” He was no longer wearing his motorcycle helmet. This time he wore a cloth hood type mask with only his eyes, nose and mouth showing.I was feeling a bit nervous, but in a strange relaxed sort of way. “Been doing good,” I said. We all walked into the living room. And there my mouth suddenly went dry.Sitting on the sofa were two more guys, also wearing.