“Don’t worry, we won’t make you suffer” she exclaimed. Finally, I thought, we’re going to get some pussy! Mistress grabbed the rail and pull...ed. I saw then that it was in a track at the bottom and the top rail was hinged. We had to move with it as she pulled and soon we were in a loose circle facing one another. “If you want release, the only way is to stroke the little pecker of the cuck next to you with your free hand. Anyone caught touching themselves will be severely punished” slapping the. She had no escape. A figure lay in front of her, stretched out and laughing at her, teasing her.Her hands were led to the figure, splayed across the taut figure and her hands touched warm smooth latex. She gasped and pulled her hands away, but her kidnapper would not allow it, and slapped her for not doing as she was told. Her hands were once again led to the body. With shaking, bound hands and arms, she felt her way along the figure, and knew it was the woman who had called her a slut earlier. .. fucking Cathy. Instead of telling him yes or no, as was her prerogative, she was looking at me with question in her eyes. She was asking my permission to do something I should have had no say in. Cat was an escaped slave, masterless, she was far past asking anyone’s permission for doing anything. So why the question?And even more interesting was my own reaction. I’ve always dreamed of violently tearing apart my captors; cutting them into pieces limb by limb; cutting strip of muscle off them. ‘Could you bring some stamps round tonight, say about 10 o’clock?’ ‘In your dreams,’ Gretchen snorted and that didn’t end the matter. Gina said, ‘I’ll bring the stamps. Tell me what you want?’ Duke heard Gretchen or Debra whisper he’d want more than stamps. The women hovered uncertainly. Duke said kindly, ‘Gretchen was only joking Gina. There is no letter but thank you for your offer. It was so neighbourly of you.’ The three women giggled and flashed glances at Duke, Gina looking at him the.