” Her voice was cold. The strap once again found its mark…I wailed, cried…screamed; tears were rolling down my face. Again and again, the str...p arched through the air and landed on my ass…often, my upper thighs were struck. At long last, she stopped. She was standing behind me…I wept openly. My arms were over my head, I was grasping the side of the sofa, I was grasping the seat cushion…my ass cheeks and upper thighs were burning; I felt the welts forming. Her hand began to caress both of. For the first time the enormity of what she was about to do struck her. Only a few hours ago, she had been happy, in love, with virtually no cares in the world. Now she was moments away from taking not only her own life but that of her lover too. Tracy seemed to be increasing nervous too. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she was visibly trembling. Michelle took a deep breath, deciding it would be cruel to prolong it any longer. ?I love you Tracy!? she called, the gag muffling her words slightly. It forced to pick just one girl, I would have chosen her in a heartbeat. I continued to lay on my back, right next to the other two girls as Lauren glided effortlessly into my arms. We began to kiss, and she seemed to melt into me with a sort of feminine willingness, a need to be so close to someone that you no longer knew where you ended and they began. This kiss was different from anything previous in the night. It was more sensual, more arousing, more emotional. Lauren and I were connecting. Sometimes her meticulously applied makeup was altered a bit as I would hold her head tightly, ejaculating close to 20cc onto her forehead, letting it drip into her eyes and down her cheeks.She would then be placed in the main room as a piece of art for 2-3 hours. She was never touched, never ****d, but she was ordered to announce loudly when she orgasmed. As she was secured to a sybian with vaginal and rectal probes, her climaxes were controlled by whoever held the controls. Men would come by,.