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Chapter 16 by JaneBond JaneBond

Do any other areas require measuring ?

Yes - down here has been ignored so far

Willow trickled her fingers down MacKenzie's body, past her belly button. 'Where are you going ?', MacKenzie squeaked, although her body seemed to know already. She gasped as Willow reached her destination. 'This region seems to deserve a lot of further research', Willow said, 'would you say you were more sensitive than average here, or less, or about average ?'

'How should I know ?' MacKenzie replied, attempting unsuccessfully to avoid the teasing fingers. The teasing intensified 'Don't try to hide anything from me - you must answer my questions - or else !' Willow said.

'I know I can't hide anything', MacKenzie responded, 'I am naked and in chains, completely accessible'. A memory of the pretty girl who had sold her the entrance ticket to the Haunted House came into MacKenzie's mind. MacKenzie had only seen her top half, but her tight tee-shirt showed she was clearly well endowed. If that girl was here, hanging from chains like MacKenzie ... MacKenzie remembered the scissors. In her mind the ticket girl was tugging at her chains as Willow carefully snipped the tee-shirt off, then everything else. Willow would then have another specimen to measure and compare. But why stop at one - MacKenzie remembered Beth, the head cheerleader, surely Willow would like to play with her too, or rather Beth would be a good specimen, as would the rest of the cheer squad. MacKenzie could imaging a huge hall of chained naked girls, herself among them, while Willow wandered around doing something sciencey (MacKenzie was a bit vague about the details), which made them struggle helplessly.

'You need more girls' MacKenzie gasped, 'lots of girls, specimens - for science'. Willow smiled - the idea did appeal, but MacKenzie still seemed to be trying to avoid her investigation. 'Open your legs !' she ordered.

MacKenzie did open her legs a very small amount but not nearly enough to satisfy Willow, who gave her a hard spank on her backside 'Wider' she demanded. 'You have to lower my arms a bit before I can spread my legs' MacKenzie objected, reasonably, but this only earned her another smack. 'Who gives the orders round here - I don't *have* to do anything'.

'Sorry, Please lower my arms a bit so I can spread my legs, I want you to be able to touch me anywhere you want' MacKenzie begged, finding the humiliation of having to ask to put herself even more in Willows power a huge turn on, so that when her legs were spread to Willows satisfaction, and Willow stroked between her legs, Willow found her extremely wet. Willow sniffed at her fingers 'Reminds me of the sea', she said 'which gives me an idea'.

Willow made some preparations and then told MacKenzie 'When sailors in the old days wanted to measure how fast their boat was going they dropped something over the side attached to a rope with knots in it, and then counted the knots.' She tugged gently at a piece of knotted rope, running between MacKenzie's legs, then started the mechanism which moved the rope slowly through MacKenzie's vulva. 'Every time a knot goes through here ...' Willow stroked the area, even though MacKenzie knew exactly what she was talking about 'I want you to count'.

The knotted rope was being pulled though MacKenzie's **** vulva quite slowly, but when the first knot arrived the sensation took MacKenzie by surprise 'Oooh' she exclaimed. 'Stupid girl - you should say One' Willow responded crossly 'Now we will have to start again' She reminded MacKenzie of the area in question with some further stoking, and then started the machine again.

This time MacKenzie reached Eight before she was begging for mercy, but none was forthcoming and the experiment had to be restarted, MacKenzie having been warned that there would be dire consequences for failing to count, or to keep her legs spread in the desired manner.

The next experiment had to be abandoned as MacKenzie, despite her best efforts to be obedient, suddenly closed her legs around the rope, hanging from the chains she was holding on to with a fierce grip in the throes of orgasm after orgasm.

Worried, Willow turned off the machine which had been pulling the rope, and was inwardly relieved when MacKenzie's first coherent words were 'Please - I don't think I can do that any more just now - could I try again later ?'

Is Willow done with "measuring" ?

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