Finally, she stands before the mirror for a moment and admires her necklace being filled now. Then curiosity gets the better of her and she lifts up ...he makeup mirror and turns to see the back of her neck.She sees the bruise Donald has raised on the back of her neck and smiles happily. Donald has left a remembrance for her.When she returns to the bedroom she sees that all of their clothes have been removed, and again clean sheets, a royal blue now, are on the bed. She smiles, thinking about. They enjoyed a quick bite to eat and Tarra winced as she sipped from a coffee cup and made a face."Yuck," she stuck out her tongue, "well it beats having no coffee at all — barely."James was sitting at the Captain's station on the bridge. Tarra sat at the sensor station that also doubled as the weapons console. The various positions were largely traditional as any position could bring up displays that monitored any other. The controls were also principally voice actuated and not tied to any. A collar was fitted along with a leash and nipple clampsthat bit into her dark nipples until Red cried out in agony. She was hauled by her nipples into aroom full of boys and staff in various states of undress. Red knew that she waslucky that Mr. Brown had not informed the authorities, because such crimesinvovlved either being brutally flogged then decapetated or being thrown into ajail where murderers, rapists and muggers could fuck you until you weredead. Red was rougly dragged and forcedonto. But he would have no part of it. Instead, he shifted his body, placed his hands behind her knees and raised her legs up, giving his mouth free access to her now glistening wet vagina. His fingers rotated on the nub of her pussy as he inserted his tongue, lapping her juices, twirling around her labia, darting into her vagina. His eyes took note of the hickey on her inner thigh that Marc had left, as if a sign to Matt that he had claimed Lisa's cunt for his own. But Matt ignored it. Instead, he.