Gabrielle screamed in pain as her supertight tunnel was instantly stretched farther than it had ever gone before, and I didn't give her a moment to re...cover as I backed out quickly and slammed myself in once again. She had barely stopped her first scream when my second thrust forced a new scream out of her throat.We were in a room across the hallway from the main lab, which was organized like a doctor's office. A double-sized hospital bed dominated the space, an array of test equipment nearby.. Sam came in the kitchen door a few minutes later. He kissed her forehead before going through the door into the dining room. He had obviously been visiting the outhouse, and she got her coat to go out there as well. It was a 2 – hole version, and she shivered to think of sitting beside Sam while they both did their business. There was some hay available, and when she wiped herself, there was a brief echo of the pain. There seemed to be a drop of blood on the hay.When she came in he door, Sam. He found her to be very wet and wondered if she was turned on by the spanking or the restraints or something else. Evenutally, he would figure out her psyche and what made her hot little body tick. He walked around to look at her face, pulling her head up some by her long hair. Her cheeks were stained with embarrassment. "As wet as you are, you either want the spanking or something else. Do you like being spanked, Linda?" "No!" "You like something about this. What is it?" "I don't. The executioner told her to strip, adding the single command “slowly.” She began with the jacket, dr****g it neatly on the desk; she slowly slid the skirt down her long legs, again the folding and laying of the item she knew she would never wear again. The shirt followed each button revealing more of her underclothing, the camera capturing every tiny detail especially the wet patch at the crutch of her panties the result of the cameraman`s ministrations. She was told to stop there, dressed.