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Chapter 11

What's next?

Of course; you've come this far

You don't want to make a liar out of Lady Dun, after she was so kind as to deliver you directly into the hands of these men.

The sturdy wooden device is so inviting, so intoxicatingly inescapable. It's all you've ever wanted and it's right there in front of you.

After barely a moment's hesitation, you walk forward slowly and bend forward to rest your throat against the perfectly smooth surface of the wooden pillory. You lift your hands into the appropriate notches as well, and you don't even have to wait a moment before the other side of the device is slid into place behind your neck and a series of soft metallic clicks assures you that you are securely locked in.

Instinctively, you try to free your hands, but the hole is perfectly sized. It's comfortable to simply rest, but you cannot hope to slide your hand through it. You are trapped.

The man watches you with a smirk. He's handsome, you realize, and bite your lip as he runs his fingers up your waist and across your ribs. His hands grip your naked breasts and you moan softly, eager for more. For anything. Your arms struggle weakly against the wooden restraint as you try to reach for him. Then he pinches your nipples, hard.

"Ahh-owwlll-hhhh" His partner **** a large metal ring inside your mouth as you cried out, slipping it carefully behind your teeth. Immediately, straps are pulled snug around your head and secured. It forces your jaw open wide. Uncomfortably wide. But trying to close your mouth digs the metal into the soft palette at the roof of your mouth, so you quickly learn not to struggle.

Your rapid breathing is unmuffled, sounding too loud in your ears, harsh and whoreish.

The men laugh and exchange words. Then, finally, mercifully, one of them thrusts two rough fingers into your sopping cunt and you come within seconds, moaning loudly like some kind of animal.

The laughter of the men as you squirm helplessly in the grip of your orgasm only fills you with a delicious sense of humiliation and shame and you know deep down you have made the right decision. At the mercy of these men, trembling and moaning, a toy for their amusement and pleasure... this is the life you've wanted.

What's next?

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