The cock inside Cate's mouth was feared by so many women. Its habit of plunging north-south or delving east-to-west had been a source of discomfort for Cate since Tuesday last. And for countless other females once the Controller had set his greedy lusts upon suburbia.
The stone upon which Cate was kneeling had imprisoned so many girls. Its nature of crushing upwards against kneecaps, shoulder blades and the odd pelvis had been a supplier of torment to Cate's naked body for the better part of a week. Just as it had for dozens of victims once the Controller had fully equipped his playrooms Belowstairs.
The very same bindings at Cate's wrists and ankles had gnawed at the extremities of far too many other ladies. The inclination of these ropes to set Cate's bones and sinews afire should she struggle had been centerstage since her abduction. In like manner to each and every unfortunate whore the Controller had previously selected for restraint and amusement.
The spring clips attached to Cate's nipples were the dread of so very many coeds, housewives and waitresses. Their practical affect being the release of shock waves of pain down Cate's spine as she worked her lips, tongue and throat about the erection inside her mouth. Exactly as they had for every other slut the Controller had selected for punishment.
Cate Forbes was supplying her Controller - her Owner - with a blow job. But there was so much more to it that that. Cate was being tortured. This would go on for many many weeks.
