THE SOUND OF CRUSHED GRAVEL AS THE LIMO TURNED AND STOPPED.
The two escorts helped their passenger out into the fresh summer scented night air. The sweet smell of the country. Jasmine and newly cut grass filled her nostrils. The cool night air caressed her exposed thighs making her think of outdoor fun. She would have been happy to be taken into some long grass or somewhere and be fucked rotten by a dozen strangers.
Her blindfold was not removed until she was ushered through some heavy sounding door and down a cold,dank stone stairway.
Her wrists were sill cuffed to her collar and she would have stumbled had it not been for the firm grip of her escorts.
She felt cold granite in her back as chains were fed through her arms and locked to rings in an unseen stone wall.
Finally,with the blindfold removed, she could make out the medieval surroundings.
She was chained up in the most authentic dungeon she had ever imagined.
She was not alone ! Her eyes fell on three other women in various forms of suspension.
They were in the process of being whipped by a giant of a black man who had ceased while "J" was brought in.
He continued with his task of marking their flesh with welts from a long bull whip.
Not able to take her eyes from the scene, she had not noticed another woman approaching until she felt her hands running over her thighs and soaking wet panties.
"J" recognized the woman as the slut who came with her Master to Zelda's place for needle instruction.
Her expensive perfume purveyed the air as her lips close in on "J" .
It was a long , lingering kiss that contrasted so greatly with the sound of the bull whip as it cut into the flesh on the other side of the dungeon.
There was wanton lust and passion in this embrace as "J", helpless in her restraints, felt the touch of a female caress over her trembling body. The tongue that penetrated her ear, and the lips that kissed the nap of her neck, worked as a unit with fingers that reefed around her vulva and explored her anus.
"J" was receptive to all of this and wanted more. As their tongues ran together she felt her chains being removed. But who by?
Freed from the wall, but with her wrists still cuffed to her collar she was led to a bed in the corner of the room. It was no ordinary bed. It was a leather upholstered bondage bed.
Her helpless body was thrown down onto the mattress and followed by the woman whose lovemaking intensified and plunged her face against "J's" hot ,wet cunt.
It was then she saw the slut's Master gleefully watching the proceedings.T.B.C.
