Her pussy was untrained and her every prejudice was set against the possibility of such a thing being real. For three weeks I fucked her, beat her, u...ed her, and denied her permission to cum while I was touching her. Then in the third week she found herself bound spread eagled on the bed, face up and without any stimulation other than my voice, orgasming like a fiend. I practiced her in this new ability constantly. Could she cum sitting down? Standing up? With a single command, or did. She was usually a good judge of character but what if the girl started kicking and screaming and fighting back? So far there was no sign of that and her guesses seemed to be right so far. As a test she slipped her hand an inch or two higher on the girl’s leg and got no adverse reaction. “First off, no more fibs. Sleeping? Really?”Penny’s face turned an even brighter shade of red.“I thought not. From now on you do as you’re told and you’ll be fine. Understood?”There was an almost imperceptible. I smiled, and said, 'Tell her I hope the headache passes.' So saying, I stood up and walked to the bar, where Jeremy was getting served. While we waited for drinks, we chatted, and he asked if I had seen the girl in the green dress. 'Bloody stunning' stated Jeremy, his eyes seeming to drool. I thought to myself that she was out of his league, mine too come to that. We took drinks back to our table, for the rest of our little group. Fiona was making eyes at Jeremy, but he could not see it, so I. Aubree rubbing her face, crying. Winston standing, arms folded, watching her. After a few minutes, Aubree’s crying subsided to whimpering and sniffles. Winston stepped towards her.?Now. Take? down? your?dress.? He said each word slowly, as if relishing every syllable. ?If you resist, it will only make matters worse.?Aubree was aware of a clock ticking. It was the only sound in the room. Her eyes roamed the walls. Where is that clock? It seemed ridiculous, but it was the only thought in her.