Not at the moment.

Mr big strokes the sorely abused flesh of your asscheeks, even his relatively light touch is uncomfortable on your tenderised buttocks. You mull over Ramona's warning. How exactly could your danger be any worse than it seemed? You were already a prisoner of a sadistic crimelord with a small army of goons to back him up. All you can do is hang by your aching wrists and await the next indignity that Big wishes to inflict on you.

"Come see the colouring of her ass Abigail." Mr Big calls to his henchwoman. "I was right, the mixture of reddening on her natural tone has produced a splendid effect."

"Yeah, that's real nice Big." Abigail replies without much enthusiasm, evidently not sharing Big's obsession with your ass. "Can I fuck her now? You promised."

"How could I ever refuse you my dear?" Big acquiesces. "The ejaculating strap on will be best, you can kill two birds with one stone. I'd prefer you au naturale, you know how I love to watch your lovely butt move as you fuck another woman."

Abigail goes to the case which holds her toys and gets out a strap on harness and a small glass vial of thick milky liquid. She slots the vial into the base of the strap on's phallus and places it ready on the table. She sees you watching her and smiles at you. There isn't a hint of warmth in her smile, only slyness and malice. A shiver goes up your spine. Abigail seems to be as warped as her boss, but with none of his pretence at refinement.

The raven haired tech strips off and with little option you watch her. Her face is very pretty and the pigtails make her seem younger and innocent. For a woman she is very tall, around six foot and has a hard muscled body. You'd describe her body as very butch, but with a great pair of tits. You get a good look at these as she peels her tight white blouse off. She has very pale skin in contrast to the dark cherry red nipples, gold rings are pierced through each of her erect nubbins. She unzips her skirt and lets it slide down her long, toned legs and steps out of it. Her pubic thatch is trimmed to a verticle stripe of fluffy black hair. Nestled amongst the hair you see her pussylips are large and fleshy and the same deep red as her nipples.

Mr Big pushes a heavy piece of furniture resembling a gymnastic vaulting horse in front of you. It's made of solid woodwork with rings set at various heights on all sides, the top is padded black leather. Big presses a button in a wall mounted control and the winch in the ceiling buzzes, feeding out chain and allowing you to lower your arms and stand properly at laSt. Your aching arms are deadened and heavy from supporting your bodyweight. Abigail unhooks the spreader bar from the chain.

"Lean forward across the bench please Fox." Mr Big orders.

You see no point in refusing. Your hands are still cuffed to the steel bar and you can hardly feel them anyway. Abigail or Big could easily **** you into any position they wanted. You lay yourself over the padded top and Abi pulls your hands down and hooks the bar to the lowest ring, just above floor level. Meanwhile Big kneels and buckles a padded cuff around each ankle and secures them to each end of the bench, leaving you bent almost double and spreadeagled. Both your hands and feet are a few inches off the floor with the padded bench supporting you. It's surprisingly comfortable after the time you spent hanging from the ceiling.

Abigail straps on the harness and a black rubber cock juts out from her groin. Compared to Big or Mani the dildo is modestly sized at about eight or nine inches, but since Abigail intends to use this on your ass you shudder at the sight of it. Abigail smiles nastily as she strokes it.