I pulled the blanket hard and started slapping her at random places in the body and she woke up.I continued slapping her everywhere, got on top of her..., put her hands under my knees while I was on her stomach. I continued slapping her boobs, face and thighs. She was shrieking, “Sorry, sorry..”I already had a hard-on and got an idea. I went straight at her throat and started deep fucking her mouth, making her fight and gasp for air, all the while looking at Ashma.There was fear in Ashma’s eyes. When I did it lowered my body slightly and I felt my arms and torso stretched from my tied wrists.My legs were spread several feet, my ankles flexed out in my high heels, and my pussy displayed right in front of his face. He tied one of my ankles, and then the other.Returning to the box, he came back with four more ropes that he snugly tied just above both knees and below both elbows. It was amazing how much more restricted that made me feel. He then whispered in my ear, “I have two rules you. She should be deliriously happy having won the fight with Sarah Lust — a fight she knew meant more than just conquering the girl. It meant the Club's Salon was hers — the girl only stood symbol for that. She was her trophy. Gina had been victorious in a struggle that had meant a lot to her.She won, goddammit, so why wasn't she happy?Maybe it was the mood Alicia was in. Ever since she returned to the terrace, that day, the girl had been quiet — morose, even. The group had taken Alicia and Gina. I reach for the butt plug; it measures about 4cm across at its widest, with beautiful pony tail almost 2 feet long and tribal type pattern on the plug. Pretty sure we bought it when drunk and I had taken it before her and enjoyed how it felt. Using KY Gel I lube it up and tease her hole with it. Gently pushing it deeper towards the girdle, the widest and toughest part to take. I eventually pop it past the sphincter with a small cry from Her. Only now has she realized something different is.