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pressure turn into the horrible searing burn.   She screamed in frustration, and waited for the woman to torture her pussy again.   She remained standing behind her, and once again the lash struck out.   “You know what is expected, slave.”
    Andrea’s resolve buckled after the third strike, and she tried squeezing her core for the demanded lubricating issue.   Nothing happened, and she cried when the whip crossed her thighs.   Using her strong legs, she forced the top of her pussy into the beam and rubbed frantically for a response.   At last she felt a small flutter, but Sienna was not satisfied with the slick moisture produced, until the whip made two more strikes.
    “I expect to wake to that vision, slave.”   There were sounds of the bedcovers drawn back; a single creak of the furniture groaning under the weight of the woman, and then the lights went off and turned the room to darkness.
    Andrea lay over the beam, finally allowing the terror of her situation to sink in.   She actually managed to fall asleep for a short while, in the painful restrained position, and when she heard Sienna begin to rise, she panicked and pushed her pussy into the beam.   The woman must have been satisfied, because she released the restraints and pulled her up, and led her silent slave to the bathroom to relieve herself.
    Next, they walked through the main room and the leash was attached.   Sienna swiped her thumb over the door pad, and they walked down the hall to the elevator.
    Down the hallway leading to Dawson’s suite, Fallon had spent a miserable night in the cramped cage.   When the lights came on she wailed, frantically trying to squeeze unpracticed sex muscles to see if there was anything left in the object.   The door to the cage was opened and he unhooked her wrists.   Fallon let go of the grip on the bars to let her numb arms fall onto her back.   A strong hand reached in, and Dawson grabbed the loop on the back of her collar and pulled her out of the cage.   When he stood her up she cried, and the green eyes with their carefully applied makeup now washing across her cheeks, made a magnificent picture.
    “Is it empty?” he queried.
    Fallon had no idea.   Her muscles were so strained and tired; she could no longer squeeze her insides, even with her thighs together.   Sobs escaped in muffled agony around the drenched sponge in her mouth.
    He held the loop at the front of her collar, and the gray eyes pierced into her frightened stare.   Dawson felt his cock straining against his pants.   “I asked you a question,” he said calmly.
    The girl gushed a little sob again, and shook her head.   Fallon was positive he would find at least a drop of liquid left in the deceiving implement.   He released the front of the strap and it slapped down the back of her thighs.   “Spread,” he ordered, and Dawson was pleased by her ready response to the order.   He was also pleased when he retrieved the device and found it two thirds empty.   She needed much more strength, but this was an excellent beginning.
    Fallon trembled in quaking shivers of fear when the object spilled water down the sink.   Oh, god… oh, god , she moaned in fear of the man.   “You disobeyed my order, Fallon.”   She moaned again, and his eyes narrowed at her terror.   He pulled her into the other room and led her to the area of the horrifying equipment.
    He stood her against a post, and hooked the back of her collar to it.   Once more ordering her to spread, he secured her ankle cuffs to chains in the floor, and the back of the belt was hooked to the post, immobilizing her hips. Her eyes widened and she began to wail when he reached for his zipper.   Dawson’s cock was nine inches of stiff muscle, weeping a small drip of excitement from the purpled crown.   Fallon screamed and jerked against her bindings when he approached her.
    His hands brushed down her sides, and he leaned forward and whispered, “Let’s see how tight that