The beating hasn’t started yet. Truth be told, she had no good answer to that question. Well I’m not, because I know you have the strength to lift up your head.” The woman walked in front of her captive so that the girl could see that she had no plans to rescue her. Katie knew it, but she didn’t care. “Mistress, I have to go really bad!”
Her captor pulled out a bucket and held it between the girl’s legs. The captive’s neck was so stiff that dropping it down actually hurt more than keeping it propped up, but she was still grateful to be able to relax her muscles. You’re forcing me to hurt you, and that’s not what I want to do.” The girl noticed a look of sadness and longing in her mistress’ eyes as she stared intently at her. Your ass and back have taken enough beating for one day.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the slave agreed and opened her legs.