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enthusiastically.
    Fallon felt his hand move from her pussy, and then she felt something being thrust up inside of her.   A curved extension rested over her swollen sex lips, until he spread them and fitted the little rubber finger over her sensitive clit.   A strap clipped onto the back of the belt and he raised her, threading it between her legs and clipping it to the front, and trapping the dildo inside her.   When he led her across the room, it felt awkward to be walking impaled.   The dildo was not uncomfortably large, but felt soft and elasticized, and Fallon was surprised it had been stiff enough to push into her.
    Dawson brought her to another area in the concrete bathroom, and she quivered until they stopped in front of a cage.   He pushed her to a kneeling position and shuffled her backwards until the bars surrounded her, and then hooked her wrists to a latch onto the top bars.   Fallon fell forward in her kneeling position and rested her head on the cement floor.   She was frightened and shaking while she heard the door closed and latched shut.   “I expect it emptied by morning,” he warned.   “Our slaves are known for their tight grip.”
    Fallon had no idea what the man meant, but as long as he was going away, she felt a little better.   As soon as the light to the bathroom went out, the little bar against her clit began to vibrate and roll.   Oh god… oh god stop it, she begged silently.   When the climax hit and her channel squeezed against the dildo, a gush of water was expelled.   Fallon thought about his warning.   ‘I expect it emptied by morning.’   She sobbed in fright and spent the dark hours squeezing her channel between climaxes until she finally collapsed in exhaustion.   Her arms stretched to the bars and her hands gripped them when the vibrator began its insistent tempo, waking her every half hour with its demand.
     

 
    CHAPTER II
     
    Andrea was frightened, but her domineering nature that had helped her as a competitive winning runner in high school made her angry and frustrated to be led by Sienna.   If the bitch released her hands for one moment, Andrea would beat the hell out of her.   That horrible act she forced onto her earlier, in front of those men, no less, consumed her with fury.
    Sienna was well aware of the girl’s aggression, and she looked forward to the challenge of diverting it.   She had no intentions of breaking the girl to a quivering, compliant mess.   The Mistress wanted that passion to be used to enhance an aroused performance, daring the most proficient of Masters to force the slave’s obedience.
    Andrea had been quick to climax, even in her angry, humiliated state.   Sienna fully intended to exploit that feature, forcing the girl to triggered arousal resulting in orgasm practically at her whim.   She felt her thong sticky with juice at the thought, though she would wait a short while to have the girl relieve her.
    She led her to the bathroom to empty her bladder so that she would be better able to focus on Sienna’s plans for her.   It irritated her, slightly, to have to result to the remote to get her to comply even with the order to accommodate herself.   When Sienna led the girl to the waist-high horizontal beam, Andrea reached a strong leg back to attempt to kick her again.   Sienna avoided the strike and reached a hand between the cheeks of her ass and her thighs, and gripped the girl’s pussy.   She dug her nails into the fatty flesh until the girl shrieked and shook her head wildly.   “I have clamps that dig much deeper than my nails, Andrea, and they will be tightened to that clit and your nipples for the night if you strike out at me again.
    “I know you have the misunderstanding that you can best me in an attack, and I welcome your attempts as a reason to punish you.   Your training is nothing compared to the corrective tortures I can devise.   I’m a woman, Andrea, and I understand even better than my brothers what