I would tell her about Randy and what we had done. How would she take it? Would she want to know all of the details? Would she want me to show her the...kitchen floor, the exact spot where I had opened my legs as far as possible, permitting him full access to lap my pussy like he owned it. She would be sympathetic and forgiving as only friends can be. She would tell me that she understood. I would tell her about Danny's phone call and how I planned to tell him but could not. She would help me. If you cannot then I will find things to stick up your ass that even a freak like you won’t enjoy. Deal?” she asked.I hesitantly accepted the deal. She told me to go milk myself but cum in a napkin, and then I could get breakfast ready and stand in the living room for my beating. I removed the pony things she had loaned me and put them in a box. Blair told me to make sure always to clean whatever had been in my ass with soap. I obeyed her cheerfully.I was strangely happy for a return to the. The Blue Bull's breakfast fare proved to be simple but hardy, oatmeal and sausages. He arrived at the market place just before 9 to find a crowd already gathered. The town council sat on an elevated platform on one side of the cleared area and Cameron was directed to a bench at the base of the low platform.Right at 9 the surviving former crew of the Rambling Rose shambled in under the guard of several militiamen. They were herded into a fenced area near the platform. As soon as they were in. I held until I was told to swallow. He then put the knife at my throat. The moment he put a light cut across my throat I came again with no touching myself.He said that tonight when you wake up crying remember that you were given a way out. But you couldn't keep from cumming. Even understanding the consequences. You came not once but multiple times. You really are Slut, Ann.He stood up and told me before we leave, I was to clean the toilet bowl with my tongue. I did but threw up multiple times.