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hair was tousled and tangled, the ends brushing the floor as she leaned over to scrub.
    The camera moved in for a close up of her shaven cunt peeking between her legs from behind. Eric reached for his fly and opened his jeans. She had a great ass, this girl. He pulled his underwear down enough to grab his cock, which hardened as he stroked it, his eyes glued to the screen.
    A black combat boot appeared in the shot. It settled on Julia’s back, pushing her flat to the concrete. “I thought I told you to clean this floor, slave.” Maestro, a thirty-something guy who always wore army fatigues, was revealed standing beside the girl as the camera pulled back.
    “I am, sir! I’m doing my best,” she wailed, as Sir Stephen came into view, a wicked looking whip in his hand.
    “Your best isn’t good enough. You need to be punished,” Sir Stephen said, glaring down at the girl.
    “This slave is filthy,” Maestro interjected. “Let’s clean her up.”
    The two men hauled Julia to her feet and dragged her toward the wall. While she struggled, they forcibly bound her by the wrists and ankles to metal cuffs that had been installed for the purpose. Her arms were extended to either side, her legs spread wide. While Maestro stood beside her, roughly fondling her spread cunt, Sir Stephen moved out of the camera range and then returned with clover clamps and lead fishing weights.
    He pulled at her nipples until they were taut, drawing a cry of pain from the girl as the tips were caught in the clamps’ viselike grip. One by one, he attached the teardrop lead weights to the chain dangling between her breasts, wresting more sexy moans from the girl.
    The camera panned back to show Maestro, who was pulling a large coiled hose from its hook on the side wall. Moving toward the girl, he aimed the nozzle at her and pulled the trigger. She squealed as a powerful stream of water, undoubtedly freezing, hit her directly on her spread cunt. The weighted chain between her clamped breasts swayed as she jerked and tried to twist away from the relentless stream.
    Sir Stephen was now rubbing Julia’s gorgeous body with a large soapy sponge while Maestro sprayed her breasts, cunt and even her face with a steady stream of water. Eric stroked his cock faster, feeling the telltale tightening in his balls that signaled he was about to come. Sir Stephen reached down, spreading Julia’s already splayed labia further, while Maestro moved in with the hose.
    The camera zoomed in on her pussy, swollen and red beneath the steady spray. “Please, sir! I have to come! Let me come!”
    “Hold it,” Maestro shouted.
    “Dirty girls who come without permission get beaten,” Sir Stephen added.
    The girl began to writhe in her bonds, her whole body trembling, though whether from cold or orgasm, Eric couldn’t tell. She was whimpering and moaning, again begging for permission to come.
    What would it be like, to do that for real to some woman? To keep her chained and hidden in his basement, taking her out like a toy when he felt like playing? Imagine his own personal sex slave, without all the hassle and annoyance of an actual relationship. No arguments over what movie to see, or who is spending too much money, or do we really have to go see your parents instead of watching the Super Bowl. No waiting for her to be in the mood for sex, no respecting her limits when it came to his kink. He could just take what he wanted, when he wanted, then put her back into her cage. If she protested too much, well, that was what gags were for.
    “Do it, slave. Come for your masters,” Maestro barked. The girl shuddered and screamed, her orgasm interrupted as Sir Stephen pulled the clamps from her nipples. Eric’s cock began to spurt, his dark fantasy fueling his orgasm as much, if not more than the chained, dripping girl being tormented on the screen.
    When he’d finished, he leaned back in his chair, staring vacantly for a while as impossible, dark ideas slithered like