Shit, it hurt! But such adelicious pain. One that sent jolts of electricity right to my wetpussy. She pinched harder. “Yessss. Hurt me. Pl...ase hurt me!”Wait a minute? Was this my voice? Yes. Undoubtedly. Begging her tohurt me. Just when I was on the edge of tolerance she eased off andreleased them. Then she bent her head and I felt her kiss me on theinside of my left thigh. Her tongue traced a trail over my thigh tomy pussy. I closed my eyes and sighed as she explored. Nakedly locked together, lewdly and violently in the process of sexual intercourse. The young mother couldn't move as she stared transfixed at the heated coupling, the impact of the shock thrusting into her silently screaming brain again and again like a mad surgeon's scalpel jabbing repeatedly into her nerve centers.Her son and Karen Boyd together on the blanket, their naked bodies glistening in the beam of the flashlight as they rhythmically performed an obscene horizontal dance of seduction.. . he then tied a short spreader bar between her knees so that her pussy and ass were available to him. He worked his way up her body, tying it tightly, making sure she knew exactly who was boss. Once he was done and she was tied up good and proper, he attached her ankles to the pulley so that her legs were in the air but her back and head were flat on the floor, her arms where tied together above her head and attached to his bed. He then inserted the drip with a bag of saline, on a very slow. They don't take us out of the cages, carrying us back to the main room. The women who were dancing with the poles aren't on the poles anymore. I see one of them behind one of the bar counters, but she's been impaled on what seems to be a spit-roasting device, similar to what they have for chicken behind the meat counter at our local grocery store. Our cages are put on the stage, and everyone has gathered around. Megan is separated from the rest of us. The crowd starts shouting out numbers..