He seemed to be the only person who wasn't scared of her no matter what tortures her trusty allies inflicted.She had been in her seat of Government an... had had a thoroughly boring day. She would inflict pain on the terrorist, and as her carriage pulled up at the gates and then passed into the entrance she barked to a guard."Your majesty," a guard greeted her as she descended from the wheeled contraption."I want the prisoner, naked and bound in my chambers in one hour," she barked and strode. ” Janet hugged and kissed me. Then she broke away and darted for the dildos, taking Alison's hand as she ran by. “Let's find the perfect one, slave!”“Yes, Mistress Janet.”I looked at the dildo's, too. I wanted to find the biggest one they had. Something perfect for fucking a whore's pussy, to really stretch it out. I shivered at the sight of one thicker than my forearm and at least a foot long. It was obscenely huge, almost a parody of a dildo. I couldn't imagine stuffing this monstrosity into. It will go down on its own.”Melissa watched over me for a few more minutes until she was satisfied that I wouldn’t touch myself. After what I just went through, I wouldn’t dare disobeying her.“It’s a pool party.”“What?”“This weekend, Diana invited us to a pool party.”--------------------------------It was a couple of days before the party on Saturday, and I made sure to stay on Melissa’s good side the whole time. The aching in my balls never really went away, or if it did the memory of it was. I'd never seen her dressed the way she was. Wendy was dolled up like a prostitute. She wore large dangling earrings, a black curly rug for a coat covering a gold lamay top that stretched across her breasts and left their size unarguably defined. Below, she walked in incredibly short jeans and fishnet stockings. Only her phat sneakers and rumpled leg warmers spoke of the teenager I use to know. Wendy had painted her face for war. I'd never seen her wear makeup before, except for Halloween. Today.