“We shall break here” said Pierre’s voice and he move into shot, dressed incongruously in his everyday working clothes of corduroy trousers and collarless shirt. The two women held still, Zainab suspended by wrists and ankles over the steel pole centimetres deep in her cunt and Carissa’s half-naked body wrapped around her, stabbing the leather dildo into her tight arse. Pierre carried an aluminium rod, identical to the one rising from beneath the floorboards except for its lightness. At one end, there was a screw-thread which he reached up to connect to the overhead socket, and at the other a soft, leather crescent. He twisted the device until it was fixed into the ceiling and level with their faces, then stepped back. Zainab took a breath, tilted her head back and her chest forward, took the leather grip at the end of the descending shaft into her mouth and bit down, closing her jaws around it. The illusion was that a single length of stainless steel ran through her from cunt to mouth, and this was enhanced when Pierre produced a flask of human blood and poured a few drops around her lips to trickle over her chin before tipping the rest over her cunt to stream down to the floor. Genuine blood appeared quite different on film; ironically, most viewers found it unrealistic. However, there was so much actual gore in these productions that Pierre felt he could never use the theatrical substitute. When he was back in place at the camera, Carissa pulled away, prompting a muffled groan. She paused to unstrap the dildo from her hips, pull it from her cunt and drop it carelessly on her way to the wings. When she returned, swaggering menacingly in her high-heeled boots, she dragged a plaited bull-whip along the boards behind japan her. With calculated cruelty, she dipped her head to tease Zainab’s swollen nipples between her teeth, one after the other, and then trailed the fall of the whip over her upturned face. Their breathing came in shallow gasps now and Carissa dropped languidly to her knees, pressing delicate kisses down the length of her victim’s ribs, belly and hips until she settled into a gentle nibbling at her inner thighs. Her tongue flickered briefly over the exposed and erect clit, provoking a deep shudder through Zainab’s immobilised form, and then she rose to her feet again and licked her lips. “Now you will be finished with the lash” she murmured, as the leather coils traced sensuously over smooth skin. There was only a moan in reply, and she stepped back to make room to swing at her helpless, immobile target. Carissa delivered the first blow with tremendous force – her many hours on the tennis courts having granted her enviable muscle tone and strength – and blood started immediately where the tip bit into soft flesh. The whipping continued at a steady, measured pace; Carissa moved around the transfixed woman, striking Fucking her from all sides. The black leather wrapped wickedly around her thighs, her waist and her bosom, leaving dark welts and bloody cuts where it kissed her honey skin. Zainab could scarcely move, secured as she was at wrist and ankles and by the rods in her mouth and cunt, but her hips and shoulders writhed in unfeigned agony as the toughened leather bit into her time and again. At last, after a particularly evil flogging of her calves and lower thighs, she slumped in her bonds. Pierre appeared again, walking across the pussy shot to slacken the tension in the ropes. Carissa pulled off her jewelled domino, panting slightly with exertion, and went to remove the pole from Zainab’s mouth and help him to lift her down to the floor. “Clean the wounds with saline solution” he told her over his shoulder as he moved towards the camera, “and then coat them with petroleum jelly”. With this, his arm reached out and the screen went sexy fuck black. “It would be wiser to stay in the chair for a few more minutes” Carissa told Dmitri when he began to sit up. “The anaesthetic is only a local one, but still quite powerful”. She went to the player, ejected the disk, and inserted another while he settled back again. “This is the footage which has to be edited in before the flogging. We made it two weeks later, after the marks had faded”. "Those are my outer labia. On the screen were images of happy girls sucking dicks, and unhappy girls with their mouths empty. pussy Plop! After what seemed like an eternity the men had no more to give her. 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