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like nectar to her palate, the flavour of another woman’s pudenda a delight she had not enjoyed for what felt like an eternity. The feel of the soft, slick tracts sliding against her tongue was pure bliss.
    â€˜Oh, that’s it slave... good slave... I can see you haven’t lost any of your old skills,’ Tethys commented breathlessly as she rode Mina’s face. The gorgeous dominatrix tossed her head back and exhaled deep, rhythmic breaths into the cool twilight.
    Buried amidst intimate flesh and latex, Mina was in heaven, lavishing her devout attentions on the swollen clitoris between her lips.
    In mere moments Tethys was crying out with pleasure, emitting heady moans as she rejoiced in Mina’s skilled cunnilingus. Once she had ridden the spires of an orgasm, she gently released her slave’s head and stepped back, leaning into the arms of her husband for support, her features slack and her body languid with prurient intoxication.
    â€˜That was quite something,’ she muttered, kissing Oceanus as he gazed at Mina with ravenous desire in his eyes. ‘And now it’s your turn, my love.’ She kissed him as her hand fell to his open breeches and pulled out his swelling member. ‘But first let me get her into a better position for you.’
    Mina’s elbows and wrists were set free and her arms dragged behind her, the shackles used to lift her as the rope was attached to and thrown over the spreader bar. Hauled over the metal beam, the woven coil was drawn in, bending her around, hoisting her up by her arms so she was doubled back, her spine aching a little from the contortion. With her features brought almost upright by the cruel position, she tried not to resist the bondage knowing she would only make it worse for herself if she struggled. Groaning softly, her jaw trembled as the pain in her back and arms grew worse, punishing her relentlessly as she was forced to maintain the unnatural position.
    â€˜There, all set,’ Tethys decreed. Mina’s face was now upright and able to service Oceanus much more readily despite the vicious impositions of her current position.
    He stepped forward with celerity and fed his rigid length into his slave’s gaping mouth.
    Mina swallowed the engorged flesh and locked her lips to it. Recalling her training under Atlas, she employed all the skills she had learned from his stringent lessons, rocking her head back and forth and attending to her owner’s pleasure with as much skill and devotion as she could muster in her constraining bondage. Her growing discomfort only seemed to add to her enthusiasm, magnifying her diligence and her skill as her body ached and her mouth watered from the wonderful taste of him.
    â€˜She has improved with age, that’s for certain,’ he remarked softly as she lapped and sucked his stiff organ while he clung to her thighs for support.
    â€˜Someone’s been tutoring her, I’ll wager,’ his wife suggested, painting small whirls of sensation around Mina’s clitoris with her fingertips, tracing a slow, methodical route that made Mina sob with delight around the phallus filling her mouth and nudging her throat.
    Shuddering with the rising ecstasy of being masturbated by one of her owners while she pleasured another, Mina hauled at Oceanus with her tongue and lips and mouth, drawing out his orgasm and feasting on his murmurs of delight. Then, with a low growl, he poured his seed down her throat, baptising her tongue as she drank all he was able to give, milking his climax for all it was worth, her own rabid pleasure driving her on.
    The noble stepped back finally, pulling free of her mouth and leaving her constrained and twisted in her bonds licking her lips, her chest having as she gasped with mingled pleasure and pain.
    â€˜I can see how close you are, slave,’ Tethys whispered in her ear. ‘Soon you’ll be dancing for us again, but don’t you dare come until I give
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