Chapter Eight
Drip after ceaseless drip, the water fell precisely onto Gina’s clit from the tiny hole in the bottom of the bowl suspended above her abdomen. It trickled down her thighs and into the drains running all around the edges of the white table.
The sensation had been pleasant at first. Now each drop bit into her consciousness like an electrical pulse. She had tried twisting away but the straps were too tight. She tried pleading for relief with Terry – first, “Please! I need to come out” and then when he didn’t respond “Gina needs Terry to f**k her!” – and with Ward when he entered for oversight and evaluation. Both men just smiled down at her.
Hungrily, Gina watched Terry’s muscular forearms and long fingers attaching the suction cup and canister attachments to her n*****s. Th
