My mind tries to recreate the room in light… and it is not a nice sight… it is forming a nice torture chamber in my head. I stumble on something wooden, a plank… I try to move it, but it seems fixed. I have a feeling that the walls are ever so slightly turning my direction of movement and that I might actually be in a circular chamber. The feeling is reinforced when I trip again on a wooden plank after stumbling around a while. It is either a really long torture chamber or a round room! I gingerly try to place my bum on the wooden plank, hoping it won’t see-saw on me. It does not. Phew! Sitting down on what I want to reimagine as an innocent bench in the dark, releases the pent up exhaustion in me. I slip into an almost unconscious sleep. I wake up again, sore, from the walk, from the unforgiving wooden bench…and still in my dream! It is still dark. I try to hold up my hand in front of my face to check the extent punjabi of visibility. Metal clangs. Oh goodness! I am in shackles. This village is not an improvement. Besides, I am feeling cold… and the cold is creeping into my ‘secret’ places… Jeez! I am naked, spread-eagled and shackled… and as good as blind-folded. What now? Strangely, my body is tingling… not sure if it is fear or anticipation. In my head, horrific images of creepy crawlies attacking is interspersed with those of many hands touching, groping, caressing my naked body. Something grazes my left nipple. I gasp. What feels like many butterfly feet trace down my belly, and back up to my breast. I know my feet are tied apart, but on instinct I try to clench my knees and I realise that my knees are tied apart. I am wide open to whoever (or whatever) is in there with me. I close my eyes (though it doesn’t matter if they are open… it’s just too dark) and I imagine you in there with me. And that pinching of my nipples… I imagine it is you. It hurts… indian I want to scream… but it is just a whimper that comes out. The ‘fingers’ stop twisting my nipples, the rush of blood back to them makes me gasp and before I can arrange my senses, a barrage of stings land on me down there. I think I just got pussy whipped! That burns like hell… and not surprisingly, I am turned on AND in a lot of pain. I can sense a presence… it’s just the air that feels couple so… ‘you’ make no sound at all. The cat-o-nine tails (it has to be that) lands on my right breast. And even though I know that I could be whipped anytime, not knowing where and what interval is unnerving. As collage if to ease the hurt a bit, a finger or fingers caress my pussy lips… parting them, probing the entry softly… causing my breath to tighten and every other muscle to loosen. The frequencies of blows and caresses increase, outdoor some are simultaneous that I am no longer sure if there is just one tormentor in there with me. I can feel my body burn and sting to the point of numbness. I can picture welts crisscrossing my breasts and thighs. My face is wet with tears and my pussy is wet and dripping. Whatever platform I am shackled to is tipped up, vertically… causing my bum to slide lower. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, Trish. Or use futanari. "Oh good you're awake again..." she said stroking it, "I'm just dying for a round 2." “Please stop, Huck. I’ll probably sell them to the Harkens then, for their breeding program.” indian I was coming closer and closer to erupting. Well one thing I did know about women was that curiosity was their downfall. "Mauli just told me I got promoted today any that is the reason bossman wanted me to come" I brushed her taint, wet with her juices. "Cooking topless?" How punjabi many guys will it take before you’re as disgusted as I am with you?!” Matt roared. I brushed a landing strip of silky hair then felt the smooth, juicy vulva of Lizzie's pussy. “No daddy, please” they said with pleading voices, “We’re so sorry, we don’t know what we were thinking. "She's one of my friends, be nice!" “We’ll position ourselves at the Broken Pass,” I said, pointing to a canyon that cut through the Spearheads, “That is where the clans here meet with the centaurs to trade. The girl sat up on a rock and spread her legs apart. He snickered and said I heard her call your name and let's just say I have met Traci before. Maria’s expression broke into a lopsided grin as her and Lace collage both turned to the now open door in which Zu’gar stood, looking livid, her arms full of hides which she deposited onto the floor with a woomph. Jake’s hand slipped over to her other breast, taking the nipple between couple his thumb and forefinger, twirling the bud of flesh. We can start on that haiku shit or whatever....” Then the guy she met village later at the outdoor park. "I did not!" Dakota stepped behind me.