Then another slap to my left buttock and Winston knew that with each stinging slap, he could make me move and obviously this gave him a tremendous fee...ing on his prick which was deeply embedded in my guts.“Come now pretty pig, jiggle your booty for Winston and squirm on my tree so I can shoot my seed inside you”. Winston continued to slap and push his groin towards my arse. I did not know now where the pain was worse; from his stinging slaps or from the monster meat which seemed to be tearing. It left him in a cold sweat.He was still breathing hard from his bout in the nether world. But his thoughts kept drifting to Melanie, and how he could save her.If only his wife could have come to him with her problem. Even if he had turned her down at first, perhaps he would have relented with time.He got up from the damp chair and looked out the picture window. The sun was just about to set.Then he saw Melanie. She was atop Lightning and the both of them were speeding into the woods.He ran. He stripped me naked, blindfolded me and put a gag around my mouth. Bent me forward across the table, spread my legs wide and tied each ankle to a table leg. I was lying across the table with my arms either side of my head and my hands clutching the far edge of the table (It was a narrow table.). He then put rope around my wrists and tied the ends of the rope to the table legs on the far side. When I was trussed up like that, I found it to be quite stimulating. Especially with my legs pulled. ‘He will not last long so there will be loan-bankers happy to lend Tarra money – at an high rate of course. Maybe I will let him have the vineyard back one day. If he ever has a daughter I will give it to her,’ he sniggered at this idea, a daughter of the el V’lairs would be chained, it would cause an entertaining political upheaval for her to own anything. ‘I will give Tashka the greyhounds and racehorses, he will like to run those. He might even ride Stargazer himself next year in the King’s.