She Shouldn't Speak Again

A moment passes before Lauren swoops in and kisses Tina squishing her against the black couch. She squirmed underneath the weight but failed miserably to move, when she gasped for air only for the long, thick tongue of Lauren to fill her air space. The moist appendix wormed it's way from her teeth and the roof of her mouth to wrestling with her own tongue. Tina wanted to fight it, especially considering it was a complete stranger, but her lust kept her from clamping down on the intruding member.

If only if this was Ms. Spray, she would enjoy herself. Wetting herself just looking into those abyssal eyes of hers while she shoved her cock down her throat. Tina loved every inch of it, even the veins that sprouted all over the surface. She also loved how little of a choice she had in the matter, the librarian was a strict woman and in times where she had her throat pounded, her mistress made a very clear effort to keep her from moving or squirming away.

Lost in thought, Tina hadn't realized that Lauren had a damp cloth in front of her face, she pressed down even harder against her body as the scent of the rag took over her senses. The pounding in her head slowed as her vision turned dark and dreary, the last thing she saw was Lauren pull a box over , to which she removed a short leather strap that she began to place around her neck. Her mouth was opened wide as a cold iron like taste touched her lips and puffed them out further, but the feeling didn't last long until her whole body went numb and she fell out of consciousness.

"Sweet dreams, my dear, I hope this is as fun for you as it is for me."

The next 10 minutes consisted of Lauren shuffling through her storage boxes, opening a panel on her wood planked wall and using a switch to unlock a separate door-sized opening at the corner. She opened it up and caught the intense mint-cherry smell coming from within. Candles lit up the interior of a small compartment that could be the size of an apartment bedroom. Inside were collection of wooden boards placed in ominous patterns: stocks of various kinds and at one of the walls is a table, the same rustic theme as the rest of the room, that consists of various toys and devices.

Lauren retrieves her prize, luckily she was almost half her size and the weight of a tire. She placed her on a thin boarded stock where her back lined up perfectly on top, if she swayed one way or the other she could possibly fall. Luckily for her, and especially lucky for Tina, the girl was very flexible. Lauren took her shoes off and placed them neatly by the door. She heard a dialing and quickly picked up the phone on her desk. It was her back-up secretary, her daughter Jill.

"Ms. Phillips, your next applicant has arrived, she thought it would be good to show up early. What should I tell her?"

Lauren pondered for a moment, her sadistic grin returning once more.