Chapter Three
In the close confines of the freight container, still spreadeagled helplessly, Maxine slumped against her bonds, her naked body bedewed with sweat and her thighs and softly curved belly criss-crossed with red stripes testifying to her painful induction into slavery. Almost twelve hours had elapsed since Dawnelle had turned to her and begun to wreak her revenge and in that time, Maxine had lost count of the number of times the crop had lashed out to send searing heat through her body or toyed with her breasts and s*x until she teetered on the edge of climax. Yet, never once had she been permitted to come and although she had screamed and wept and pleaded to be allowed to climax, Dawnelle had steadfastly refused to relent, her lovely face devoid of pity as she had denied Maxi
