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he unsure of himself at last? Her answer though came quickly as she felt the zip start to be drawn down, exposing her most sensitive areas to the chilled air of the room. She grunted, her tongue trapped by the thickly veined latex cock, as much at the shock of the cold as the thought of the motive for his latest and boldest intrusion.
     
    Too much, this was too much. The thought careered around her head, bouncing, repeating and beckoning her body to react. No reaction came though as she felt him peel aside the latex protecting her modesty, revealing her most personal area to him.
     
    An intimate touch, something now pressed against her. Katarina bit down on her gag. Slick with the forbidden thrill of her situation, she couldn’t resist as she felt herself being entered once, twice, three times, feeling fuller with each insertion. She detested it but she dare not resist. While hard, this was something cold and alien. Her mind focussed squarely on the things now within her as she raced to work out just what he was doing, breath quickening as she struggled to force air into her lungs past the corset which seemed to tighten with a will of its own.
     
    A second harsh slap jolted her back to her new reality. Katarina bucked, feeling the alien intrusions in their full force. The liquid mercury within the benwa balls sloshed from side to side, pressing them against the walls of her cervix, lapping at her g-spot as the liquid settled back to rest. Bolts of electricity arrowed through her as nerve endings fired their joy at the sensation. The loud moan that found its way around her harsh gag was all that Immelmann needed to confirm that they would indeed fulfil their purpose.
     
    As the motions of the heavy liquid eased, Katarina remained still before her new Master, for that is what she realised he now was. She had expected him to own her career but this was much more. For now he owned her body and perhaps her entire future. Master. The word tumbled around her head, the significance growing with each echo. She was his slave, his girl, his property now to do with as he pleased.
     
    A gentle warm hand on her butt started to ease the sting of his strike, cajoling the blood to return with a tender massage that even a lover would be proud to give. Her tense body started to relax to his touch as she revelled in the attention he was now bestowing on her, luxuriating in the feeling as she felt him run something back and forth against her, once again sending delightful frissons through her body.
     
    That same relaxation made his next act all the more shocking as she felt the tip of something hard and inhuman slide along her sex to rest against her sphincter. Immediately she tensed, only encouraging him to push harder. She'd been disgusted when her last boyfriend had suggested anal and almost physically kicked him out of her apartment. It had served to crystallise her preferences and in the eighteen months since, only women had been invited to share her bed.
     
    His voice broke into her world once again. “Relax girl, you have lubricated it well and I will not be resisted.” Pressing harder Katarina felt the object enter her and with a strong insistent pressure, nudge further and further inside until her muscle naturally contracted around the narrowed base, nestling the butt plug deeply and resolutely within.
     
    She was truly filled now with this new violation stuffing her abdomen, which was already compressed by the harsh embrace of the corset and filled with those balls. This was no longer the thrilling game Katarina thought it might evolve into as her anal sanctity had been trampled on, the realisation of which destroyed the dam. She could hold back no more and her tears streamed to the duvet beneath her.
     
    Slowly, he drew the zip of her catsuit back down, careful not to nick any skin on his prize - her . As the tags met, a final padlock clicked shut and though she could not hear it, she knew almost instinctively now what he