“No, you can walk for now.” It was almost eerie seeing her looking at me through the holes in the hood, this faceless girl I loved to play with so...much looked like something not human in the mask. I tossed a long shawl over her shoulders and pulled gently on her leash.“We'll be back later girls, be good.” Lisa and Monique watched as Emily took short, short, steps behind me. She almost fell on a couple occasions not used to the chain that was hobbling her.I could see Emily holding the shawl. She was to leave for Spain and a rugged and remote coastal location the very next day! The tickets were waiting for her when she came home from work and her heart sank when she saw them. It did not matter that she had known for weeks that the day was soon to come - she was sick of the whole damned business by now. Her bruises had just about healed after the realistically filmed torture scenes and all her aches and pains had gone. Now she was to have to go through it all again!At least she would. “Please sir, don’t punish my poor little balls any more, sir. I can’t take anymore, it’s hurting me!” I cried as tears began flowing from the corners of my eyes. Indeed, my clitty had lost its initial hardness and the flow of goo had stopped several minutes ago.“Excellent” said the man, “we seem to have stopped wasting any of that valuable cum. Now follow me into the next room and we will start the collection process.”Removing my sandals and following him into the next room, I saw what looked. A hand was pushing into my pussy; it was being very rough. It was pushing so hard that my bum was sliding on the bench. I wondered why it wasn't hurting. I was sure that he was trying to shove his entire fist into me. I could hear grunting as he trust his hand toward. Instead of hurting, it felt wonderful. I was even trying to spread my legs as I heard a car pulling up. Arms wrapped themselves around me lifting me to my feet. I couldn't move a muscle; I was totally limp. Ray must have put.