”“But what about you, Mother? Do you plan on being with us? I mean George...Barbara gave her son a lewd grin. “Would you mind terribly, Lewis? I...��ve always found that boy attractive. I wonder how it would be to have his cock fucking me.” Barbara could see the idea appealed to her son. His cock had been almost hard as he gazed at her crotch, but now it lifted into full, beautiful hardness inside his pants.“You know, Mother,” Lewis said, “I have an idea George would go for it.”“Go for Candy or .... It had always been her motivation—her curiosity, that sense of discovery. She had to know. The lab had been built months before the crew arrived. It was a wonder of modern engineering, a simple, elegant self-supporting steel arch which could take the great load of snow without even one internal support. Their grant had paid for everything, even the heavy airlocked door that opened up to what was paradise compared to the work environment outside. Ambient air temperature remained at a constant. I opened my eyes as she lifted my head off of her. After several secondsof adjustment to light and focus I realized what it was that I wasstaring at. There were two photographs on the table in front of me: inone the face was blurred for privacy and the other was shot from therear. With a shock I saw they were photographs of me. The one from therear showed both of my hands, chained together through my pants pockets,down around my ankles. In it my ass was higher than my head. Its crackbarely. The coin in her hand imparted its hate, encouraging her to excess and sexual frenzy as she lined up the next evil sting of the long whip that she wielded with such dexterity.One of her maids moaned in sympathy with the Empress.A sound of misplaced passion that urged her mistress to further overindulgence.The atmosphere was tense.Would Catherine splatter herself with the blood of her victim until he was but raw meat, or would she extract her just portion of lust from his sweating form?The whip.