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Gasping with horror and shame and furious need, Gemma struggled to raise her head and stared down past her naked breasts to the wide "V" of her spread thighs and the skilled fingers of the Mistress who controlled and tormented her with such unbearable pleasure. Lydia's eyes glittered with triumph, her perfect teeth bared in a wide grin and Gemma gulped in delightful fear, knowing that her Mistress relished the power she commanded and that she would not be satisfied until Gemma was forced to surr...ender unconditionally. Gemma's head fell back, her brain reeling and, as she did so, her twin Mistresses began their irresistible assault on her helpless nudity. Alicia's fingers captured her breasts, rolling and squeezing Gemma's nipples, tweaking her nipple rings until the hapless brunette writhed and twisted in her bonds, the combination of sensual pleasure and bitter-sweet pain sending her spinning out of control, while the delicate fingers of Lydia explored and caressed and probed the very core of Gemma's femininity, sliding over and around and into the wet, slick heat of her sex to send overwhelming arousal flooding through her contorting belly. Gemma could not have resisted for a single moment, even if she had wanted to and her spreadeagled body juddered and bucked madly against her securing chains as she was driven higher and higher in a sexual frenzy she could not control, her body bathed in sweat and her screams and squeals and pleas for mercy unheard and unheeded by Mistresses who were determined upon her absolute and total subjugation and knew exactly how to force it from her! Gemma climaxed shatteringly, great explosions of love juices crashing into her belly as she came, her muffled wail of surrender punctuated by gasping snorts as she sucked huge gulps of air through her nose, her belly pulsing and kicking to the frightening power of her enforced orgasm as her body gave up its tribute to the erotic skills and dominance of her ruthless Mistresses. Slumped in her bonds, helpless prey to the fury of the climax raging through her, Gemma wept for shame and joy and despair at the slavegirl she had become, loving and yet horrified by her captivity and the humiliating ecstasy of her inevitable submissions, unable to deny the bursting pleasure of her stupendous orgasms while still deeply ashamed of the responses so easily forced from her trained body....but, all the while realising that she had never, ever, known such passion, such desire, such wonderful, blissful pleasure as she found when bound as the helpless captive of strong, utterly dominant Masters! Collared and ringed as a slavegirl, she knew she had no choice..and knew, too, that with every passing day, her will to escape and be free once more, grew less and less until she was no longer be sure, even in her own mind, that freedom was what she really wanted.... Putting her doubts to the back of her mind, Gemma relaxed in the hazy after glow of her climax, her belly glowing with warmth and the memory of unutterable pleasure. The touch of hands on her limbs and the relaxation of her bonds brought her swimming back up from her near doze and as her chains were released, she clambered stiffly to her knees and presented her body as she had been trained, remaining quite still as Lydia padlocked a single, long chain to her right ankle and Alicia unbuckled her gag and pulled it from her mouth. Casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, Gemma's two Mistresses shed their clothes and, naked, joined their naked slave on the huge bed, lying one on each side of her kneeling form. "Now then, slavegirl," Lydia said briskly, "Your turn to please us." "Yes," Alicia agreed, "And don't forget, my little toy is still up there if we do not find your performance satisfactory," and she nodded meaningfully at the Devil's Palm hanging from its hook above the bed. Gemma looked up and swallowed nervously, then looked down at her two Mistresses, calmly waiting for her to please them both. Alicia to her left, slim and elegant, her fingers intertwined behind her blonde head, blue eyes gleaming with anticipation, and Lydia, shorter, dark haired, more solidly built with larger, heavier breasts, propped up on her right elbow, her face filled with determination. "Mistresses," Gemma began anxiously, "I..I..don't know h..how.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Gasping with horror and shame and furious need, Gemma struggled to raise her head and stared down past her naked breasts to the wide "V" of her spread thighs and the skilled fingers of the Mistress who controlled and tormented her with such unbearable pleasure. Lydia's eyes glittered with triumph, her perfect teeth bared in a wide grin and Gemma gulped in delightful fear, knowing that her Mistress relished the power she commanded and that she would not be satisfied until Gemma was forced to surr...ender unconditionally. Gemma's head fell back, her brain reeling and, as she did so, her twin Mistresses began their irresistible assault on her helpless nudity. Alicia's fingers captured her breasts, rolling and squeezing Gemma's nipples, tweaking her nipple rings until the hapless brunette writhed and twisted in her bonds, the combination of sensual pleasure and bitter-sweet pain sending her spinning out of control, while the delicate fingers of Lydia explored and caressed and probed the very core of Gemma's femininity, sliding over and around and into the wet, slick heat of her sex to send overwhelming arousal flooding through her contorting belly. Gemma could not have resisted for a single moment, even if she had wanted to and her spreadeagled body juddered and bucked madly against her securing chains as she was driven higher and higher in a sexual frenzy she could not control, her body bathed in sweat and her screams and squeals and pleas for mercy unheard and unheeded by Mistresses who were determined upon her absolute and total subjugation and knew exactly how to force it from her! Gemma climaxed shatteringly, great explosions of love juices crashing into her belly as she came, her muffled wail of surrender punctuated by gasping snorts as she sucked huge gulps of air through her nose, her belly pulsing and kicking to the frightening power of her enforced orgasm as her body gave up its tribute to the erotic skills and dominance of her ruthless Mistresses. Slumped in her bonds, helpless prey to the fury of the climax raging through her, Gemma wept for shame and joy and despair at the slavegirl she had become, loving and yet horrified by her captivity and the humiliating ecstasy of her inevitable submissions, unable to deny the bursting pleasure of her stupendous orgasms while still deeply ashamed of the responses so easily forced from her trained body....but, all the while realising that she had never, ever, known such passion, such desire, such wonderful, blissful pleasure as she found when bound as the helpless captive of strong, utterly dominant Masters! Collared and ringed as a slavegirl, she knew she had no choice..and knew, too, that with every passing day, her will to escape and be free once more, grew less and less until she was no longer be sure, even in her own mind, that freedom was what she really wanted.... Putting her doubts to the back of her mind, Gemma relaxed in the hazy after glow of her climax, her belly glowing with warmth and the memory of unutterable pleasure. The touch of hands on her limbs and the relaxation of her bonds brought her swimming back up from her near doze and as her chains were released, she clambered stiffly to her knees and presented her body as she had been trained, remaining quite still as Lydia padlocked a single, long chain to her right ankle and Alicia unbuckled her gag and pulled it from her mouth. Casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, Gemma's two Mistresses shed their clothes and, naked, joined their naked slave on the huge bed, lying one on each side of her kneeling form. "Now then, slavegirl," Lydia said briskly, "Your turn to please us." "Yes," Alicia agreed, "And don't forget, my little toy is still up there if we do not find your performance satisfactory," and she nodded meaningfully at the Devil's Palm hanging from its hook above the bed. Gemma looked up and swallowed nervously, then looked down at her two Mistresses, calmly waiting for her to please them both. Alicia to her left, slim and elegant, her fingers intertwined behind her blonde head, blue eyes gleaming with anticipation, and Lydia, shorter, dark haired, more solidly built with larger, heavier breasts, propped up on her right elbow, her face filled with determination. "Mistresses," Gemma began anxiously, "I..I..don't know h..how.
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