Making a last frantic effort, she forced herself up... stumbled this way and that... then began to run wildly hither and thither about the Punishment ...oom. She had the panic-stricken, darting motions of a rabbit being chased by hounds.Madame Vesta seemed quite unmoved.Then Jason, who had helped Ahmed move the heavy Whipping Pillory into a position in front of the dais, loped across the room... and, in no time at all, it seemed, had pounced.Julia was brought kicking and struggling back. Once. What caught my attention this time, however, was the tone of voice behind the words.Jeanine's voice was equal parts annoyed, resigned, and resentful. None of these vocal qualities can be mistaken for aroused, passionate, or playful. Even as a member of the congenitally less perceptive sex, I could not overlook the difference. This was not an initiative; this was a reluctant acceptance."What do we need?" I asked, cautiously. I didn't think it was safe to assume that it would be something she. So I said yeah hang on a sec. As I reached for my fags she asked me where I was going. I said i'm going home. All of a sudden she asked me do you find me atractive with my big tits and my fat ass. So I said yes I do. Do you find me atractive. She said yeah do you fancy a fuck. I said where shall we go. She said I don't no lets go the way you are going. As we walked I was telling her that I'm not a bad man she was telling me how horny she was and how she wants me to ram my cock up her. As we. Before she knew what was happening, I had her strapped into one of the chairsThe way it made her body look, was that she was a girl waiting to receive punishment or whatever her captor had in mind. Her two ankles were shackled tight to the chair legs, which spread her own legs fairly wide.The bend at the waist kept her upper body straight, only horizontally to the chair. Her wrists were shackled to the back of the arms of the chair, there was no give in any of the shackles. This served to open.