“No, please Mas...AUGH!”
The leather wand slapped against my belly. Not hard, not viciously, but with a touch of a threat. He grinned as he slid it over my naked skin, moving it in orbits around my navel.
“I would like to,” he said softly. “We can play with you any way we want to, but I want to see you c*m first.” He continued the motion of the leather across my belly, moving it back up onto the curving roundness of my defenseless breasts. “But maybe you would like to feel it now?”
I shook my head. “No, Master.” My voice was hoarse with fear. Debby was sobbing between my thighs.
The other guard was fingering his whip. Spit dribbled from a corner of his mouth. “Too bad,” he sighed. “You are so beautiful. I’d love to whip you before I f**k you. But there are other girls here who’ve taste
