A miserable scream gurgled out of her mouth’s destroyed mechanism. Now there was no chance for her to turn
herself to her side. The slave slid further down until her bottom rested on the ground,
the spit jutting out ten centimetres from her mouth. The Master waited till her frantic
thrashing subsided to hysterical sobs. The whole week She had been busy and hadn’t left the HGE-area. Behind it had
been a smaller room, maybe ten metres deep, with a concrete
platform of about three metres length at the right wall and a
second gate in the far one; just like an airlock. At first he was shouting
and yelling, pointing with one hand into the Viano while letting
the other rest on his pistol. “Imagine the experience when I pussywhip you with this joy giver! The Grand Mistress had brought them to this hell for a
certain reason.
