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The suitcases had been left on the balcony outside the door of her room. Jenny hadn’t even been aware that they were there until she had gone out to sunbathe. The note however, folded and concealed down the side of the clothes, she had seen the moment she had opened the second of her cases and in a way she wished that she hadn’t.

With her feet resting on the rail of the balcony, Jenny lay back in the sun-lounger to read Pauline’s letter.

Strange, she thought, a few days ago she would have been happy to get a note from her friend, longed for the contact even. Now, well things really weren’t that simple any more.

Idly and mostly disinterested, Jenny scanned quickly over the note and threw it aside. Pauline had written promising to do all she could to get Jenny released. Briefly explaining that she had slipped the note in to the case with out the policeman seeing. Jenny felt a pang of guilt, she after all had written to her friend asking her come, it wasn’t Pauline’s fault that she now appeared a threat to Jenny’s new life.

Under her breath Jenny cursed Pauline for threatening to upset the arrangement she had come to with the governor. Not that it was very likely that Pauline could do anything much to sway the authorities in their decision, she thought and lay back to take the sun. Jenny felt a little better when she thought of Pauline trying to gain her release, failing miserably and then giving up and going home, at least she will have had a holiday for her trouble.

“Tell me more of what her friend is like,” the governor paused in pouring the thick red wine into the glass. “A suitable recruit to present to the principal perhaps?”

Within the ‘Circle of Friends,’ English was the standard language used. All members abiding strictly by the rules as was required of them. The commandant would have preferred his native tongue be used; he didn’t find English an easy language to understand much less to speak it. The benefits of being one of the

‘Friends’ however, made the inconvenience very worthwhile indeed.

“Tall and slim,” the commandant began describing Pauline. “Aged twenty-three, unmarried, with short auburn hair and a pretty face.”

“My dear Enzo,” the governor sat down on the couch in the commandant’s office and sipped at his wine. “It is I, Marco that you are talking to. I need to know if she is a suitable prospect.”

Enzo paused; he disliked the way that professionally he out-ranked the governor whilst within the ‘Circle of Friends’ the reverse was true.

“She is a little naive and I judge her to be sexually inexperienced in the main. She is aware of her body and the effect it can have on men, but little else.”

“Excellent! Excellent! You have done well Enzo.”

The commandant cringed; he hated the way the governor patronised him.

“So what charge will we use this time?”

The governor smirked and drained his glass of wine; he greedily refilled it from the tall glass decanter beside him as he spoke.

“Get her to the island - unofficially of course - and we catch her there trying to gain access to her friend, escape in mind perhaps.”

The commandant nodded, he had to admit that when it came to being devious, Marco excelled.

“How is Jenny coming along?”

“She is perfect Enzo, rebellious and sweetly naive but coming along nicely.”

She would have to be the commandant thought, seeing as it was you that discovered her. He was more diplomatic in his reply than in his thoughts however.

“Good! When will she be ready?”

The governor sat back deeper into the couch and crossed his legs. That smug, self-important look about him that Enzo hated.

“Alas, it will be a while, she is learning and complying but I need to be sure.”

“Give her to me, I will soon bring her to heel,” the commandant offered hopefully.

The governor smiled sardonically and again emptied his glass.

“No my dear Enzo, she is my responsibility and I will deal with her. For now, you concentrate on her friend and the arrangements to get her to the island. Let me know exactly when and my guards will be waiting.”

The governor stood ready to leave.

“She sent a note to the one you have on the island,” the commandant added casually. “She slipped it into one of the suitcases.”

“And?”

“Nothing to worry about. Promises to gain her release with the help of the Consulate, that’s all.”

The governor smiled and walked to the door.

“Ring me with the details soon, Enzo. I am anxious to see this girl.”

The commandant nodded as the governor moved out of his office and glared icily in distaste as the door closed behind him.

Naked, her hands bound tightly behind her back, Jenny knelt on the floor of the governor’s office fearful and trembling. She could by now read his moods and this one she didn’t like at all. He had said nothing to raise her fears, on the surface all appeared normal, but she could feel it, that undercurrent of simmering anger.

He had crossed her ankles over one another behind her and then bound them tightly together making any movement difficult or near impossible. When it came to tying a human being, he really knew his stuff, Jenny thought.

“You will from now on wear this always,” he said forcefully, holding up the thick leather collar. Black and shiny, it had two large ‘D-rings’ firmly fixed one to front and the second to the back. A large buckle with which to secure it hung down from the thick strap.

Jenny looked at the item in his hand and shook her head.

“I agreed to serve you governor, not to be your slave!”

He sneered and approached her, roughly he fitted the collar into place around her neck as she struggled to prevent him doing so. With all the movement she could use, Jenny twisted her shoulders and bent aside. All to no avail. He gripped her body between his strong thighs and buckled the collar securely around her neck.

“I’ll take it off,” Jenny threatened defiantly. “Just as soon as my hands are freed.”

He ignored her and clipped the dog lead onto the front D-ring of her collar.

“You betrayed me you little bitch. I treat you well and you repay me by deceiving me.”

Jenny was confused, she thought rapidly.

“But I only agreed...”

He grabbed her by the hair and twisted painfully, forcing Jenny’s head back and to look up at him.

“You dictate nothing! Nothing, understand!”

He released her hair and fed the leash down and between her parted thighs where he pulled it tightly and tied the end to the rope binding her ankles together. The leash pulled tightly into her pussy, parting her labia as it stretched taught between them.

Jenny’s face was pulled down to rest on the floor, the leash pulling on the collar to hold her firmly, bent forward at the waist. Her buttocks rose high in the air; it was a demeaning position that held her fast.

“You have a friend,” the governor said coldly. “That you neglected to tell me about.”

Jenny groaned loudly, so that was what all this was about, she thought - Pauline - bloody Pauline.

“But that isn’t how is was!” Jenny protested.

“Liar,” he said calmly and squatted down close to her face. He showed her the item in his hand, moving it around so that she could see and understand its use.

A red rubber plug, about three inches long and as thick as a finger. It had two side protrusions like a flange and had to be hollow, for a short six-inch stick or piece of cane was fitted within it. He gripped the cane and twirled it between his finger and thumb, the rubber plug twirled as he did so.

“You will learn bitch, never to deceive me,” he breathed softly. That calm and level voice that showed he had, and was in full control. It made Jenny shudder.

“It isn’t what you think!” she protested, the side of her face pulled down against the hard tiled floor.

He moved, Jenny felt his hands on her raised buttocks. She tensed fearfully and groaned as she felt the cool rubber plug against her anus. He pushed and she screamed as the plug forced her tight entrance apart to slide up inside her as far as the flange. Jenny was helpless to prevent it, sobbing as the burning pain in her backside made her position even more uncomfortable. Kneeling, her buttocks pushed up and the remaining three inches of the stick protruding from her anus, she feared even the slightest of movement.

The governor stood over her gloating, the quivering young girl bound and helpless before him. He liked the power of these situations, the tremendous charge of doing what he wished, and her able to nothing to prevent him. His cock jerked within his trousers and began to stiffen; it gave him so much pleasure to have her at his mercy.

The governor selected a cane from the top of his desk, short and thin with a handle grip on one end.

About twelve or fourteen inches in length it was rigid and hard but still contained a degree of flexibility, selected specially for this purpose it was devastatingly effective in its use. He tapped gently at the stick protruding from her backside.

Jenny tensed and wailed as the jarring tapping of the stick was transmitted down its length to the rubber plug and into the inside of her anus. A raw and tearing pain that defied description. Harder the tapping became as the incessant pain ripped through her soft interior.

“Who is she, Jenny?”

Jenny swallowed hard and then answered.

“A friend that’s all! Just a friend.”

The cane struck hard across the soft lips of her swollen labia as it presented itself between the back of her upper thighs. Jenny gasped as the searing pain shot through her, her mouth dropped open and her eyes forced wide and staring as she fought to cope with the agony the lash had produced.

“How did she know you were here Jenny?” he asked in his velvety authoritative tone and again tapped the stick jutting from her backside.

Jarring pain anew ripped through her.

“Please!” she screamed pitifully. “I wrote to her,”

He struck again across her labia and then on the stick, building a steady alternating rhythm. First the lips

and then the stick, he struck with increasing brutality.

Jenny gagged at the severity of the pain that she was experiencing. Each small movement of her body was sheer agony also, giving different and equally painful stabs of sensation to different parts of her body.

The leash bit into her pussy, pulling hard against her clitoris, the plug inside her anus burned a dull and nagging pain that increased to a high stinging whenever he tapped at the stick. Her tender pussy lips stung as the cane landed across them at his expert use of the cane. One unceasing round of continuous discomfort and agony.

“You have then, deceived me,” he said calmly and increased the power of each lash of the small cane.

“Stop! Please no more!” Jenny sobbed pitifully. “I wrote it before I came here!” she softened her tone to add to the sincerity she wanted to portray. “Before I met you!”

He paused; her comments seemed to strike a cord somewhere within him.

“I hardly read her note,” Jenny added quickly. “I wish she hadn’t come here.”

Silently he stood over her, looking at the red swollen lips of her labia and the way the plug had forced her tight anus to grip tightly around its girth whilst it was inside her.

“Who else have you told?” he demanded several moments later and lashed savagely at her labia.

Jenny screamed, her wail echoed around the room.

“No one, I promise, no one,” and she broke down sobbing loudly in her misery, her slight body racked with heaving sobs that shook her slim frame.

He untied her hands and undid the leash from her ankles, then sat on the couch watching as she fumbled clumsily to untie her ankles behind her.

“What then should be your punishment Jenny? How should you suffer for this error in judgement?” his sneering voice posed the question.

Carefully Jenny slipped her hand between her legs as she knelt and gripped the stick; slowly she withdrew the plug from her anus. Wincing as it slipped out from her backside.

She looked pathetic, on her knees and sitting back on her heels now. Her hair ruffled, her face streaked with tear-stained mascara that gave her a slightly grotesque look and the leash, still attached to the collar around her neck, dangled down in front of her between her breasts.

“Don’t you think I’ve suffered enough you bastard!” she spat the words angrily at him and threw the rubber plug as hard as she could in his direction.

The speed of his reaction took Jenny by surprise. He moved quickly off the couch and was across the room in an instant. Grasping the leash he began dragging her around the room, slashing at her backside with the short cane.

Jenny moved rapidly on all fours, scrambling across the hard cold tiles to keep pace with him and to ease the pull on the collar. Her knees rubbed cruelly on the hard surface as she dragged them along in her frantic efforts to catch-up with him. For several minutes he pulled her around, caning her constantly

before at last stopping.

“Well bitch? Before I tell you your punishment, do you still refuse to wear the collar?”

Jenny’s left hand gripped the leash close to the collar as she knelt before him.

“I’ll get you for this, you bastard,” Jenny snapped venomously.

He shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ll take that as a refusal,” he stated flatly.

Anger welled up in Jenny; it spilled out forcefully as she taunted him.

“You’re pathetic you little creep! You can’t even make love to a woman properly! In her - backside, or rubbing yourself off...”

“Be quiet!” He shouted angrily.

“Can’t, can you?” she taunted. “You can’t do it!”

His hand struck across the side of her face, jarring her head.

“Silence I tell you!”

Jenny continued to taunt him, gaining in confidence as he shouted back at her.

“I need a cock and you can’t give it to me! You’re not a man,” Jenny sneered.

He stood silent now, his face flushed and his face bright red. His voice when he spoke again was level and calm.

“That, Jenny, was a mistake. One that you will live to regret.”

Jenny whimpered and slunk back, all her anger expelled, a feeling of dread came over her and she began trembling uncontrollably.

Pauline sat outside the small bar on the seafront watching the giggling couples chase each other into the foaming surf at the waters edge. A pang of jealousy shot through her as she wished that she could once again have a man in her life. It had been a long time since Gordon, many months in fact and longer still since she had had sex.

Pauline sipped at her drink and looked enviously across at the couple lying on the sand, the sexy way he was kissing his girlfriend gave Pauline an involuntary jolt low in her groin. She looked quickly around to see if anyone had noticed, then rebuked herself for being so silly. She busied herself writing the letter to

the British Consulate, forgetting for the moment the lack of love in her life.

“Miss. Myers - Pauline,” the smooth and confident voice said.

She looked up to see the commandant standing close to her table smiling broadly. He wore casual clothes, a bit bright for her tastes, but cool looking in the heat of the day.

“Commandant!” Pauline gasped, genuinely surprised to see him.

“Enzo, my name is Enzo,” he corrected smoothly and sat down at the table. With all the panache of a playboy he snapped his fingers and a drink was brought instantly by a waiter hovering nearby.

“Wow!” Pauline gasped. “I wish I could get attention like that, I have to wait and hope.”

“I am known in Mondello,” he said casually.

Pauline shrugged.

“Is that where we are?”

He gave a wry smile.

“One of the most sought-after beach locations. Rich and famous people flock here to this part of the island.”

His look at her indicating that she should listen carefully to what he said. “Mondello has a fishing port just around the bay, every thing you could want; including fishing boats that will take you anywhere - for a price.”

Pauline wasn’t sure that she had understood his meaning, it seemed clear but she didn’t want to be arrested for trying to bribe a policeman. She looked back at him in question.

“There are many islands off the coast of Sicily, Jenny. Perhaps you might like to visit some of them.”

“One of them in particular,” she probed quickly, lowering her voice and leaning across the table.

“Shall we walk?’” he suggested standing and smoothing his trousers.

Jenny joined him and together they strolled on the pavement under the large palm trees. Once they were away from the crowds he spoke again.

“I can get you a boat and a captain that knows these waters. He will get you to the island.”

Pauline squealed in delight and kissed Enzo on the cheek.

“Thank you. Thank you,” she gushed.

He walked on as though nothing had happened.

“There a matter of the price,” he said softly.

Pauline was humming joyfully, revelling in her delight and lost in her thoughts of the look of surprise on Jenny’s face when she arrived there.

“Yes of course,” she said in a more serious tone. “Forgive me, I’m so happy. How much?”

He stopped and faced her, looking deep into her eyes.

“Not a price in money, Pauline,” he said calmly, his eyes searching her face for reaction.

She had fought hard, kicking and punching, swearing and biting but the governor’s strength had overwhelmed her. Jenny lay on his big bed, her hands tied tightly to the rail at the head and her ankles, spread wide, were secured to the legs at the base. Two pillows had been pushed under her buttocks to force her hips high into the air; her mons presented high above the rest of her body. He stood next to her, naked and gloating at her demise.

“Hear me well Jenny. You will serve me in any way I wish you to. You will wear the collar at all times whilst in your apartment or in my quarters.”

He paused; waiting for a reply that didn’t come.

“Very well,” he said in a resigned tone and then raised his voice to a shout. “Guard!”

Jenny froze in horror, and then struggled against the ropes. Pulling hard and thrashing her body to try to gain release from her bonds.

“No! Please! I’ll wear the stupid collar for you!”

The door opened, Jenny raised her shoulders and head but couldn’t see the guard that had entered. She slumped back onto the bed in defeated resignation, listening as the governor gave his instructions to the guard.

“She mocks me and insults me, refuses to wear the collar. Deal with her!”

Jenny closed her eyes, as the door slammed shut; she waited, steeling herself for the inevitable punishment.

The light touch on her thigh made her tense her whole body; she groaned softly and shuddered. The hand on her leg stroked gently, moving slowly up the inside of her thigh. Not the touch of the ape-guard, that was certain. Jenny opened her eyes.

“Mandy!” she gasped in pleasant surprise and then groaned loudly as the realisation hit her. “You deceiving bitch!”

Mandy caressed Jenny’s thigh lovingly, her slim fingers moving lightly across the soft skin, creeping ever closer to her open pussy.

“You will learn Jenny, and you too will soon do anything to avoid the guards.”

Jenny looked Mandy up and down. She wore a crisp and fresh guard’s uniform, a tight-fitting shirt that hugged her slim waist and pulled tightly around her ample bust. A short beige skirt that pulled neatly around her narrow hips and finished not much below her groin. She wore bright red lipstick and her jet-black hair gave her a slightly hard but sensual look.

Looking down at Jenny’s naked body, Mandy ran her slim fingers up over the bound girl’s hip and stomach. Her eyes roamed hungrily over the naked flesh, probing at her open pussy.

“It falls to me then, to teach you the error of your ways?”

Jenny stared back at her, looking for some indication that she had perhaps misunderstood.

Confirmation came when Mandy’s hand slid up to cover Jenny’s right breast and began caressing it.

“What are doing?” Jenny yelled at her. “Get your hands off me!”

Mandy gripped the nipple between finger and thumb, rolling the erect bud and pulling gently.

“I take it,” she cooed softly. “That you’ve never had a woman.”

Jenny was stunned, stunned and revolted.

“You’re not serious, please tell me you’re not.”

Both Mandy’s hands now were on her, one on each of Jenny’s breasts. Her left hand squeezing her whole breast, her left pinching at the rubbery nipple.

“Don’t!” Jenny protested. “Leave me alone.”

Mandy smiled, her eyes held Jenny’s gaze as her head lowered and her red lips parted to envelope the hard nipple.

Jenny gasped at the contact. She didn’t want this, she didn’t like it. Yet it was so thrilling, the tingling sensations and the thought of a woman touching her combined to bring increasingly sexual sensations running through her.

The soft warmth of Mandy’s mouth on her nipple felt wonderful, light gripping sensations jabbed at Jenny’s pussy. Pushed up and open as she was, she felt strangely vulnerable and just a little naughty. The unrelenting movements of the soft mouth on her breasts brought delights of such an experienced touch.

The warm sexiness of the situation thrilled Jenny and she began to relax more.

Mandy’s hands gently pushed Jenny’s breasts together to form a deep swell of cleavage, her warm tongue then traced along the cleft, drawing light gasps from Jenny as the tongue moved over her naked breasts.

“Wonderful bitch,” Mandy moaned softly as she licked and kissed the firm breasts.

Jenny’s clitoris hardened jutting-up clear of her stretched labia as her hips were pushed upward by the

pillows beneath her. Gentle spasms gripped inside her pussy to bring wonderful sensual feelings to further excite her.

“This is wrong,” Jenny protested weakly.

“But you want it, don’t you,” Mandy murmured in response and ran her hand down over the taught muscles of Jenny’s stomach.

No answer came, Mandy stood upright, her left hand still gripping the nipple of Jenny’s right breast. Her right hand rubbed her index finger around Jenny’s raised mons, tantalisingly close to her throbbing clitoris.

“No,” Jenny said absently her voice almost a whisper.

The tip of Mandy’s delicate finger traced all around Jenny’s pussy. Dipping down to brush against the swollen lips of her labia, then back up to stroke her mons close to her now aching clitoris.

“Please,” Jenny breathed urgently.

“Ask me,” Mandy said coldly.

Jenny moaned and wriggled her hips. Mandy’s voice boomed out in coaxing from what seemed somewhere far off.

“You want it bitch, so ask me.”

Panting heavily now as the wonderful feelings came to her in waves of increasing pleasure, Jenny moaned but didn’t answer. She pulled against her bonds as she wriggled her body in the pleasant sensations that rushed through her.

“Please, please - yes.”

Mandy’s hand slid over to cup Jenny’s mons, her index finger laying down the length of her open pussy, resting on the soft pink inner folds of the wet pussy.

A loud gasp of delight came from Jenny’s lips; she closed her eyes and lay back to receive the coming pleasure.

“Please, yes. Do it to me Mandy, do it.”

The tip of her slim finger pressed in, entering Jenny’s open pussy, the heel of Mandy’s hand pressed down on Jenny’s hard clitoris to send a series of gripping shards of electric pleasure racing through her.

The finger pushed slowly in until the second knuckle was buried deep in the soft wet folds of Jenny’s pussy.

Thrashing her head from side to side and grunting in ecstasy, Jenny drank-in the exquisite feelings of Mandy’s finger as it searched her moist interior. She gasped loudly as the guard pushed the whole of her finger up inside.

“Grip it with your internal muscles,” Mandy coaxed.

“I can’t,” Jenny panted. “I don’t know how to.”

Calmly, Mandy guided her.

“Relax,” her soothing voice urged. “Relax and tense only your internal muscles.”

Jenny tried, uncertain of what she had to achieve. Then it rushed through her. An exciting and thrilling surge of feeling that sent shudders of delightful pleasure to every part of her body. A rush of powerful gripping sensations jarred her clitoris exquisitely.

“Good,” Mandy coaxed. “That’s the way.”

Every bit of Mandy’s finger was gripped along its length, the powerful pussy muscles hugging it tightly.

“Just imagine doing that to a man’s cock, Jenny. He’d come instantly.”

Mandy pinched hard on her nipple, digging her nails into the rubbery flesh.

Jenny gasped, and thrust her hips upwards as the pain and pleasure mix brought her to a higher level of arousal. Her mouth open and breathing heavily, Jenny drank-in the wonderful feelings.

Mandy’s mouth descended, her soft lips planted a series of light kisses on the tip of Jenny’s clitoris. She felt the tightening grip of Jenny’s internal muscles around her finger as she received the pleasure.

Head and shoulders pulled up, her arms tugging hard at the ropes holding her wrists, Jenny urged Mandy on.

“More! Harder, please harder!”

Jenny screamed as the teeth closed gently around her hard bud, gripping it whilst the tip of Mandy’s tongue flicked across it.

“Uh! Uh!” Jenny grunted in tandem with the flicking of the wet tongue. Her face contorted in a mask of pained pleasure, she urged Mandy to go faster. She was building fast; rushing towards her climax that threatened to shake her slim body so powerfully and pleasantly. Her eyes closed ready to receive the first of the juddering waves that would wash through her, and then Mandy stopped and withdrew her finger.

“No!” Jenny groaned in deep disappointment. “Don’t stop!”

Mandy smiled, she stepped back and took off her shirt. Her tanned skin looked so firm and the muscles taught. A lacy black bra restrained her breasts to create a deep cleavage that made Jenny feel envious of as she watched her. The skirt dropped to the floor to reveal a pair of tight black panties that were cut high on Mandy’s slim hip and showed her slender body off to perfection.

Mandy bent down beside the bed then stood again smiling. Jenny eyes locked wide in horror, her mouth open.

In her hand, Mandy held up a huge black latex dildo, far larger than any man could ever be. Shining like ebony in the light from the window, Mandy moved it around for Jenny’s benefit.

“No Mandy please! It will split me wide open!”

“You wanted cock, Jenny. And this certainly out-strips anything you are likely to find between a man’s legs.”

Ignoring her protests, Mandy rubbed lubricating jelly all over the huge shaft of the dildo. Her slim fingers working sensually on the great cock-like phallus. Holding it high to ensure that Jenny missed nothing.

“No Mandy, No!” Jenny wailed as guard approached the bed.

She fell silent as she felt the tip of the great bulbous head touch against the open lips of her pussy.

“You’ll need to relax, Jenny or it will certainly hurt.”

“Oh God,” Jenny moaned and slumped back heavily onto the soft quilt of the bed.

The great head pressed in, forcing the inner lips of Jenny’s pussy apart. Harder it pushed until the whole of the bulbous head was inside, the soft inner lips stretched and gripping the huge shaft.

Jenny panted, trying desperately to relax. It felt huge inside her, far too big to be pleasurable. She cried out as the dildo pushed again, inching its way up inside her soft wet pussy. Up and up the thick cock-like shape filled her.

“Good,” Mandy’s soft voice coaxed. “That’s it, relax and enjoy.”

Finally the whole of the huge length was up inside, Mandy allowed it to rest there, giving Jenny time to adjust to the unusual girth of the big cock.

Panting fast, her mouth open, Jenny relaxed and accepted the huge phallus that rested deep within her soft interior. A light gasp left her lips as the cock-like dildo began slowly moving out of her. Down it travelled until just the huge head remained inside the entrance to her pussy, then it began pushing slowly back up again.

“I can’t Mandy, Please. I just can’t.”

“You can and you are bitch. You will come to love this cock, Jenny. You will want it again and again, believe me.”

Faster now the huge cock moved, fully in then moving back down again. The rhythm was building steadily.

Mandy’s clitoris ached; she thought the girl was lovely. Her slim body and wonderful breasts were a delight to see and to touch. The taste of her pussy, well that was sheer nectar.

“Oh God,” Jenny grunted, her hips beginning to move with the thrusting dildo inside her.

Harder and harder Mandy pushed the huge dildo into the young girl. The hand gripping the dildo crushing against Jenny’s clitoris with each inward thrust. The wonderful sensations running through Jenny were out of this world. Pounding excitement at the thought of the big cock up inside her, she grunted and moved her hips to receive it as it slid easily now over the mix of lubricant and her pussy juices.

Faster Mandy worked, ramming the big cock up inside the young girl, watching as her face contorted and flushed as she accepted the delightful sensations it brought to her. It excited her to see the young girl

in such new found ecstasy, her nipples ached and her own clitoris throbbed.

“Yes! Yes!” Jenny panted. Her head raised off the pillow, her shoulders pulling forward, her hands gripping at the ropes; her knuckles white and drained of blood as she gripped hard. Her hips bucked and lifted with each thrust of the dildo, Jenny used her feet on the bed to gain more movement toward the crushing hand of Mandy against her clitoris.

“I’m coming,” Jenny mumbled. “I’m coming.”

Waves of light and gripping convulsions began to wash over her. Faster and more powerful with each wave her slim body shook in light shudders as she received them willingly.

“Oh God. Oh God! I’m coming,” she wailed loudly,

Mandy’s left hand moved to press her fingers on Jenny’s hard clitoris; she began a fast rubbing as she pressed. Her own excitement now at fever pitch and her own pussy wet and in need of attention.

Jenny gasped and moaned. Her body shook and her eyes rolled in their sockets. She trembled lightly, then more violently. Her hips bucked upward, she screamed out loudly and came to her climax. Jenny’s head nodded forward absently as the powerful surges came to her in a series of pounding pleasure. On and on the wonderful sensations came to her, her face screwing up with the intensity of the delightful feelings. At last she gasped deeply and slumped back onto the bed exhausted.

Mandy withdrew the huge cock-like dildo. Warm and wet, it felt good, knowing where it had just come from; it was all the better. She stripped off her panties and lay on the bed next to Jenny, parted her legs and inserted the warm dildo up inside her own pussy.

Jenny moaned softly, raising her head to try to watch. It was so horny to have a woman next to her, urgently ramming a big dildo into herself for sexual pleasure. The bed shook rhythmically as Mandy pleasured herself, the feel of Mandy’s soft body pressing against her as she lost herself in the heady sexual experience. Jenny lay back and thought again of the wonderful feelings that she had just experienced. That powerful and draining orgasm that improved on even the last one. Mandy was right, she thought to herself, she did want it again.

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