Sam now realized that he was in trouble and put on a burst of speed that was enough to pull him away from the sow. That was enough to give me a second...shot, but at a very poor angle. I had to shoot down at the sow's backbone, and I did not have any idea how effective the shot would be. Were it a boar, there would be protection on its shoulders that might well stop a normal bullet, and it was only a guess that one of my make-shift slugs could have penetrated.However, this was a sow, and she did. There in the dank bowels of the Mistress's castle, surrounded by the castle's several foot thick stone walls, Dorothy was introduced to the Mistress's terrible dungeon. She dragged the girl over to one of her favorite pieces of dungeon equipment. It is a special type of stockade that she designed and created just to hold an errant submissive for punishment. Mistress laid Dorothy on the padded top and locked her head into the stock at one end. On each side of the tabletop there were leather. Also in great shape, athletic body, no doubt because of the skiing.“That’s a really nice ski jacket you have on. May I look at it?”“Er, well, sure...”She is still being friendly, obviously hoping to strike up a conversation, and so agrees without thinking.I use the excuse to approach her and, to her surprise I reach for her zipper.She freezes, but does not stop me at first. I note this, and continue to keep up a patter as I slowly lower the zipper down her front. “This looks great. I’ll bet. I closed my door and started playing with myself. I stuck two fingers in my pussy and came rather quickly. I had been horny all day and seeing Randy and the way he touched my thigh put me over the edge. I moaned Randy’s name as a light orgasm rushed over me. That would have to do for now. I went back downstairs and no one really noticed I was gone. Good. I think Randy knew what I had just done but he didn’t make a big deal out of it. He probably wished he could’ve done the same thing. Pizza.