Hot tears stung her face, maybe it was the fact she was so stimulated already by rubber rubbing her form, the heat, even the pain of the whipping and ...he adrenaline of struggling in the suit but either way, enslaved, bound and tortured Lois Lane had just had the best orgasm she had ever had??Her tormentors smiled as she began crying on the floor her chest heaving. It had been so obvious she had a submissive side, the tough reporter swooning over the big powerful man, and the girls both had half. I drop the dress over my head, the halter neck resting under my blonde hair which swung down on one side of my head. Simple sliver jewellery, necklace, bracelet and earrings are soon fitted into place and my black stilettos with the silver heels are on my feet. I walk back into the bathroom and quickly apply a quick dab of cream to my face, then unusually for me, foundation, blusher, shadow to my eyes, and a flick of mascara and another of lipstick and I am almost ready. The finishing. I continued, trying to get her to cum first. After a few minutes her back arched and she tensed up, a soft moan continuing from her lips."mmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnn" she said between gasps."lean forward and you push yourself back onto me" I instructed. She knew what I meant, she was familiar and comfortable enough with the mechanics of what we were doing to realize I was going to take her from behind. I wanted her to push herself onto me at her pace. I was somewhat bigger than her and average to. Her thoughts turned to Margaret. Where was she? Was she in a cell like hers? Was she ok? Why did Margaret think that joining the demonstration would be fun? Why did Amy joyously join in? Fuck! Fuck! She was truly fucked. Would anyone believe her explanation? More to the point, was there anyone in this prison that could communicate with her in English?Her demons hounded her well into the night. Exhaustion finally took its toll. Amy fell asleep to dream that hell had opened up and swallowed.