Stunned, shaking, she tried to slide out the magazine. No magazine. She pulled back the slide and the empty cartridge case flipped out and fell on the...floor. No primer, no propellant, no 90 grains of death. She shrieked, ‘Robin you fucking bastard!’ ‘You called, Mistress?’ ‘You’re fucking bloody right I called! What did you do, and thank God you did it!’ ‘I suppose you are aware that you have to get us– Jenny, you, me and Dread Sovereign– to the end of the world and back again? And that quoting. “So ... what do we do now?” Eriksen asked, keeping his eyes fixed on the wall opposite them.“I don’t know, we’re going to do it like humans, right? So you tell me, what would two humans do in this situation?”“I’ve never really had to think about it before now. Usually when I get ... friendly with someone, we’ve had a few drinks, and we’re raring to go by the time we get to the bedroom.”“Do you only court drunk?” Nazka asked.“No, at least, that’s not what you’re supposed to do. It’s hard for. The more the laces tightened, the more vulnerable I felt.As Jason reached the top of the binder close to my shoulder blades, pulling the last of the slack out of the laces, a small whimper escaped. I had never felt bondage this tight, and it was getting very uncomfortable. My shoulders were drawn back, pulled by my arms, and I could feel how the bending of my frame thrust out my breasts, making them even more exposed.He wasn't done. Jason returned to the bottom of the binder and began pulling. "Fuck away mate, use the cunt" he said as he let go. The guy immediately placed his cock back in my arse and once again started to pound. I knew this was going to be his finale. I wasn't wrong. He only took a few more thrusts and once again I felt my fuck hole filling with hot sticky cum. He didn't keep pumping afterwards, and I envisaged was quite eager to get away. No sooner had he spunked up and his flies were up and he was in his way. "Thank you for your cum sir!" I shouted without lifting.