Frederica bring Gottman and four guards. Tell them Francine is to be put in the dungeon. Her torture starts at once. No Slave may address their better... in such a way. Not even Warrior Slave Francine."Poor Francine was not even addressed by the Mistress. She was ignored and made to stand rigidly to attention while her future was decided. She was a Slave, albeit a highly popular Warrior Slave who was almost revered these days. She had no right to defend herself. In any case, the charge was true.. ” She was pulling it back and forth and looking it over.I was totally stunned at this point. I was looking back and forth at her hand, then her face and back again. She leaned over to move into a position where she stroke it a little better and her top fell open. My eyes went straight to her chest. I strained to see more.“You want to see my tits again?” she stopped and asked.Like a mouse I whispered “Yes.”All you have to do is ask.I paused for second and realized she really wanted me to. I did as I was told. They then led me to the stocks. I wasn’t wearing panties or a bra, so my host saw exactly what I had to offer. He asked me if I would put on some more lipstick for he enjoyed a creamy lipsticked mouth giving him pleasure, I complied. He then lifted the top of the stocks and motioned me to place my head and hands. As he lowered the top I could still move my head a bit but my hands were securely in place. While he was fastening it shut my father in law was spreading my legs. This contorted posture stretched and loosened up my sphincter ring and let him thrust into me with greatly increased force. "Rubber asshole" was the name of this particular configuration, he said. It corresponded to the notorious "rubber cunt" position so beloved of bondage afficionados. The result was similar: a totally elastic receptacle open to full-force fucking. And it provided quite intense sensations to the passive party. Intense enough to blow the top of my head off.I had to admit that.