"Beg for it, cum slut… Beg!" "Please," she whimpered.Carol giggled as she rubbed the tip of the girlcock around and around Emma’s puckered dark st...r. Emma’s creamy juices glistened as Carol smeared them over her ass."Please what? Say it… Say it, whore!" The last word was virtually spat out as Carol positioned herself behind Emma. One hand guided the feeldoe, the other reached up to grab a clump of Emma's hair. "Fuck me, fuck my whore’s ass." The words had hardly left Emma's mouth when Carol. Now isn't the time to lose control. I grasp the edge of my prison and lever myself upright.It is a very different group of cultists that surrounds me now. Black robes, cheaply-dyed wool. Hoods raised. No silks or golden sun discs. To the right the owner of the wrist is crumpled, small, robed like the rest. A woman. I study her aura for a moment. Drained, exhausted, probably no permanent damage. In need of rest before being fed on again. The rest have backed off a pace and the chanting has. And come crawling naked in the bedroom. I did the same.I took a shower, cleaned the floor, and removed that panty and bra crawled to his room like a bitch. He then taped my mouth. And started spanking me. It was too hard but my voice wasn’t coming out. I was on all four getting my spanks on each butt 10 -10.After the spanking, he brought ropes (It was very soft). I knew what I have to do now. He said, “Get ready bitch.” I did the same. Tied my self like I was doing whole week now with threads.. She was pondering the rich array of extraordinary sounds she made, when an orgasm collapsed around her. Which sound was sweeter, a breath that had been stolen, or the one that was wedged sideways in her throat? You know the kind. It's the one where she sucks in her breath, making that little inbound squeal. It then lodges there in her throat, unable to come out. What a sweet sound. It was hard to decide which one was the sweetest.The echoes of her broken efforts to breathe, rang in Catherine's.