Chapter Thirteen
“Oh, don’t you look just perfect!” Mistress gushed as she finished making a coronet out of Tanya’s braided hair. Tanya, kneeling obediently on the soft cushion that had been provided, said nothing. She had been bathed, anointed with scented oils, and meticulously groomed by Mistress. The whole experience had been so pleasant that she knew something especially terrible was coming.
For the moment, she was unbound and uncollared, but she knew that it couldn’t last. The rings were still through her n*****s and her labia, demeaning and degrading her and two big, broad-shouldered men in dark suits stood nearby, waiting. She couldn’t see their eyes because of the identical dark glasses that they wore, but she knew that they were looking her over very carefully, judging her body
