| STORY DESCRIPTION Jillian barely moved. Clearly, she had the least endurance of the three, and had hung passively for hours, unable to fight or resist the unresistable. Good. She'd be unwilling to spend another night in her current condition, and that meant she'd opt for obedience. The video Kim had of her wearing the ball gag after it had been thoroughly rubbed over the dirty assholes of all four women would also help convince her when she had to watch it.
Catrina was more active, but it was easy to see she was exhausted. Her movements were slow and sloppy, making it clear that she'd been repetitively grinding and flexing her hips all night. The smart vibrators in her cunt and asshole, which drove her to the brink of orgasm only to shut down at the last second, and then start again once she'd calmed down, were responsible for that. Amazing as it was, the other punishments were driving her self-loathing and humiliation, which was made her such a repulsive, delicious, humiliation slut that Kim grew a bit wet every time she thought about how far pain and revulsion pushed this voluptuous woman.
Denise struggled violently, using sharp, harsh movements, her arms and legs flexing with everything they were worth. She was scared. She hadn't been yesterday. No, she'd been defiant, disobedient, combative, and difficult. But Kim's message to her late last night had put her into a frenzied panic and, despite the fact that there was no way she could possibly escape, she didn't stop trying. Denise had to be exhausted, but she would not stop. It was going to be easy to enact the plan in her message and then simply fuck with the time frame until Denise was a hyper-obedient lesbian bondage slut with no resistance in her.
God, I LOVE my job! Kim took her time getting ready - after all, none of her hostages were going anywhere, and her assistants Linda, Jenna, and Lauren weren't due until 9 a.m. She worked hard on her makeup, going for a sensual, seductive look - now that her victims were properly conditioned, a gentle, almost nurturing appearance would further warp their minds and make them that much more pliable.
When she headed downstairs, her red hair was gently curled, falling down her back to between her shoulders. She wore a knee-length see through peignoir, a delicate choker ribbon, black stiletto boots that went almost up to her knees, and elbow-length gloves. All were, of course, black.
Her assistants came into the room to join her. The four women huddled together for a few minutes as Kim told them her strategy for each bound woman. Once everyone was clear, they headed to Jillian. She would be the easiest.
Jenna removed her blindfold and headphones. All three of them flashed their bitchiest smiles as Jillian's eyes half-opened and she stared at her captors. |
