Thanks to CS Fisher, a friend on DFN for me, for writing this.The white van with the blue and rode l

Thanks to CS Fisher, a friend on DFN for me, for writing this.The white van with the blue and rode logo squeaked a bit as it came to a stop at the foot of Erica’s drive. The lettering on the side read “Carroll Transit System.” Travis was already out and lowering the lift before Erica had made it halfway down her drive.“Afternoon!” Travis was a burly man in his mid-fifties; African-American with a tiny mustache and very short hair. Erica knew he kept a Bible on the seat next to him to read while waiting.“Afternoon!” Erica’s greeting came out as a croak, and Travis hesitated with the lift. He frowned, and looked closely at Erica.“Are you okay? You sound a little hoarse.”“I’m fine. Allergies are bad this year.”Travis looked relieved. “Don’t I know about it! My eyes been itching real bad for weeks now.”The pollen HAD been bad, but Erica was glad Travis had accepted her explanation. The truth was that she was so excited that her mouth and throat were dry. Today’s outing was not the typical day on the town in Westminster.Erica got loaded up, and Travis reset the ramp before climbing into the driver’s seat and headed for his next pick-up. For the time being, Erica was his only passenger.They made small talk as they rode. Travis was eagerly awaiting August and the annual peach festival at the Ag Center. Erica tried to participate in the conversation, but her stomach was churning, and her mind was elsewhere. She was glad when Travis stopped for Phyllis Duvall, a 60-something with osteogenesis imperfecta. She took over the small talk, leaving Erica free to watch the trees pass and anticipate the next several hours.It started with an unexpected response on DFN. BrutalFarmer was not somebody Erica was aware of until he sent her a message one afternoon. It read, “I’m a sadist in Taneytown. If you want to be hurt, reply to this.”Erica was looking for something more than simply being hurt, and hesitated to respond. Instead, over the next couple of days she tried to find everything BrutalFarmer had posted.It seemed that he was bi, and had a number of friends. When Erica discovered that they shared a mutual friend with whom she often chatted, she wrote for advice.The response came back immediately. “I spoke with someone who met him in real life. They didn’t work out together, but she said he was very polite and respectful…and honest that what he did would hurt.” Erica considered the response for about ten seconds, and then opened the message from Brutal Framer, and hit “reply.”It took about three weeks to find a time that worked for both of them, but when the van pulled up at the Town Mall drop-off, there was a heavyset man with a blue button-down shirt and khaki slacks waiting. As described, he had a crew cut, and was leaning against a minivan with a wheelchair lift visible.Travis helped Erica unload, and promised to see her back at 4:00 before continuing on his way with Ms. Duvall. That left Erica and BrutalFarmer staring at each other… The white van with the blue and red logo squeaked a bit as it came to a stop at the foot of Erica’s drive. The lettering on the side read “Carroll Transit System.” Travis was already out and lowering the lift before Erica had made it halfway down her drive.“Afternoon!” Travis was a burly man in his mid-fifties; African-American with a tiny mustache and very short hair. Erica knew he kept a Bible on the seat next to him to read while waiting.“Afternoon!” Erica’s greeting came out as a croak, and Travis hesitated with the lift. He frowned, and looked closely at Erica.“Are you okay? You sound a little hoarse.”“I’m fine. Allergies are bad this year.”Travis looked relieved. “Don’t I know about it! My eyes been itching real bad for weeks now.”The pollen HAD been bad, but Erica was glad Travis had accepted her explanation. The truth was that she was so excited that her mouth and throat were dry. Today’s outing was not the typical day on the town in Westminster.Erica got loaded up, and Travis reset the ramp before climbing into the driver’s seat and heading for his next pick-up. For the time being, Erica was his only passenger.They made small talk as they rode. Travis was eagerly awaiting August and the annual peach festival at the Ag Center. Erica tried to participate in the conversation, but her stomach was churning, and her mind was elsewhere. She was glad when Travis stopped for Phyllis Duvall, a 60-something with osteogenesis imperfecta. She took over the small talk, leaving Erica free to watch the trees pass and anticipate the next several hours.It started with an unexpected response on DFN. BrutalFarmer was not somebody Erica was aware of until he sent her a message one afternoon. It read, “I’m a sadist in Taneytown. If you want to be hurt, reply to this.”Erica was looking for something more than simply being hurt, and hesitated to respond. Instead, over the next couple of days she tried to find everything BrutalFarmer had posted.It seemed that he was bi, and had a number of friends. When Erica discovered that they shared a mutual friend with whom she often chatted, she wrote for advice.The response came back immediately. “I spoke with someone who met him in real life. They didn’t work out together, but she said he was very polite and respectful…and honest that what he did would hurt.” Erica considered the response for about ten seconds, and then opened the message from Brutal Framer, and hit “reply.”It took about three weeks to find a time that worked for both of them, but when the van pulled up at the Town Mall drop-off, there was a heavyset white man with a blue button-down shirt and khaki slacks waiting. As described, he had a crew cut, and was leaning against a minivan with a wheelchair lift visible.Travis helped Erica unload, and promised to see her back at 4:00 before continuing on his way with Ms. Duvall. That left Erica and BrutalFarmer staring at each other.“Get in the car.” BrutalFarmer turned his back on Erica, and opened the back hatch to lower the lift. Erica was momentarily taken aback. She had expected a more polite greeting. However, she realized, she was here as a submissive to the other man’s dominant. Her stomach had been churning before; now, Erica recognized the feeling as a thrill of excitement. She toggled the joystick, and her wheelchair rolled forward onto the ramp. Two minutes later, they were driving out Route 140 towards Taneytown.As they drove past farm fields and tree-lined roads, BrutalFarmer opened up a bit.“Call me Jeff. That’s my real name. I don’t care too much if people know who I am. Are you looking forward to this?”“Yes; I’ve spent a long time thinking about doing this. I’m ready.”“Good; I have a full day planned, if you are up to it.”They chatted about DFN, and the local BDSM scene. Suddenly, Jeff was turning off the main road onto a winding country lane. It meandered back from the highway about three miles before Jeff slowed, and turned right onto an asphalt drive. Peering out the window, Erica could see fields of cattle, perhaps twenty or thirty cows with a scattering of calves among them. “For beef,” Jeff commented. “Dairy cows are too much work!” He slowed, and then stopped in front of a plain one story building adjacent to a barn.“The house was built in the 1830’s,” Jeff explained. “There’s no easy way to make it wheelchair accessible. I thought we would use the office here for our base of operations, and do the actual filming in the barn.” Unloaded, Erica followed Jeff into the office, noticing that Jeff chose not to hold the door for her.   Inside, a slender and attractive young woman was waiting for them. “This is Kate. She does work for me and I fuck her when I want,” Jeff stated. “Hello.” Kate showed no reaction to Jeff’s introduction. Another sub? It seemed likely. She was perhaps in her early twenties, of average height, slender, with long blond hair. She had on jeans and a tank top of an uncertain color, somewhere between pink and purple. In contrast, Jeff seemed to be approaching fifty. He looked a lot like a former football player with his bulk and short hair.“Coffee? I can do mocha or expresso, or I could fix you tea.” At Kate’s offer, Erica accepted a cup of the mocha, and in a few minutes, the three sat together at a slightly rough wooden table sipping their drinks. Jeff seemed to take no notice, but Kate looked intrigued when Erica removed a steel straw from a bag on the side of her wheelchair armrest, and used it to sip before tucking her chin to swallow.“Speech pathologist makes me drink this way so I don’t aspirate and get a pneumonia.” Kate and Jeff both nodded understanding. They chatted for a few more minutes, and then Jeff brought the conversation around to the reason for Erica’s visit. “What I am going to do is film a scene; torture and peril. Needles, electricity, and some real risk. If this goes wrong, you could hang for real. We’ll try and save you, but this is for real.” Jeff stared at Erica, waiting for a response. Hang? Erica had long since thought this through. Her life lacked fun, excitement, any spark of risk or thrill. She was in, no matter what, and said as much.“No safe words.” Jeff said it, and then watched Erica carefully for her response.“No safe words,” she agreed.“Let’s get started. Do you need to use the bathroom first?” Unexpectedly, both Jeff and Kate seemed to have no trouble helping Erica relieve herself. They even had flushable wipes handy. “I looked after my father for four years after he was disabled by a stroke. Kate got her CNA certification before she came to live with me.” Erica nodded comprehension.“Let’s get you changed and dressed.” Erica followed Jeff, with Kate bringing up the rear, as they crossed from the office and up a ramp into the new section of the barn.The building was an odd hybrid. One half was a 19th-century stone and wood structure. A modern building, prefabricated of sheet metal, had been added to one side. It was to this newer section that they now proceeded. Erica was pleased to discover that the path was paved and there was no stoop at the barn’s side entrance; her wheelchair was able to roll over the door’s sill with minimal problem.Inside the newer area was a line of farm machinery. A large and a small tractor were parked side-by-side, part of a row that included a power cart and various pieces of equipment meant to be used in conjunction with one of the tractors. The wall at that end of the barn was dominated by various pieces of smaller equipment and tools.In contrast, the end of the newer barn in which Erica found herself was decorated like a modern, well-equipped dungeon. There were benches, chairs with straps, an x-frame fitted with restraints; a platform with a barrel-like seat, a dildo sticking up out of the middle, and a frame for tying the user in place. Where tools like handsaws and hammers would have hung on the other end of the barn, there were leather paddles, riding crops, and various whips. As soon as they entered, Jeff moved to close a pair of accordion partitions that divided the space; in a moment; the farm machinery was concealed. Looking at the remaining torture equipment, Erica felt her stomach turn a flip, and her head starting to spin with excitement.“Pretty cool, huh?” Jeff crossed his arms over his chest, looking every inch a modern king ruling over his castle. Kate idly opened and shut the door of a doghouse-sized metal cage clearly intended for a human captive.Awed, Erica said, “Yes! I’ve never seen anything like this!”Jeff glanced around, and then looked back at Erica. “Let’s set the mood for the day.” Turning to Kate, he said, “Take your clothes off.” Kate immediately moved to comply.Her skin was pale everywhere. She was wearing a thin leather collar Erica hadn’t noticed before; a small metal tag dangled from it. Her breasts were very small, but she was beautiful. When Erica asked how she preserved her complexion while living on a farm, she looked at Jeff before answering. Apparently, once they began like this the rules changed somewhat.When Jeff nodded, she smiled. “A big hat, and stock in a company that makes SPF 50 sunscreen.”“Put a ballgag in, and lubricate yourself. Then go sit on the Sybian.” Kate opened a drawer from which she pulled a red ball in the middle of a leather strap. Placing it in her mouth, she quickly buckled it in place without fumbling; apparently, this was a well-practiced routine. A different drawer yielded a bottle of clear, oily liquid. When Kate poured some in her palm, Erica caught a hint of honeysuckle, or perhaps bananas. It brought to mind the sunblock Kate had mentioned a minute earlier. Kate moved to the platform on which sat the vibrator shaped like a barrel halved lengthwise. She rubbed her palm up into her pussy, working the lubricant around, and then repeating the same process on artificial penis sticking out the top of the padded device. Stepping over the machine to straddle it, she lowered herself to position it at the entrance of her pussy, and then slowly settled down to take the phallus inside herself. She used her fingers to work her pussy down over it. Jeff approached from behind. Kate put her hands behind her back, and Jeff bent to fasten on a pair of handcuffs attached to a wooden post against the back of the Sybian. There was a metal ankle cuff on either side, and he clipped one over each of Kate’s slender ankles. Then straightening, he picked up a control box attached by a wire to the vibrator, and did something with it. The machine started humming. With a little adjustment, the sound changed to a noisy rumbling. Kate closed her eyes, a languid motion. As minutes passed, Kate’s hips started rocking. Drool was running off her lower lip, slicking her front between her breasts. The rocking started to become uncoordinated; and Jeff dialed the vibrator back. Kate’s groan was not orgasmic.Jeff waited a few minutes, and then adjusted the vibrator to a higher setting. Over the next ten minutes, he went back and forth like this before finally, as Kate was once more at the edge, turning it way up. Kate let out a gasp, and grimaced behind her gag; Erica couldn’t tell if she wanted this, or if it hurt. One thing Erica knew was that she wished she could trade places with Kate just now.Kate’s eyes closed again, and she titled her head back, the ballgag almost loose in her mouth as the orgasm took her; and then with a long, loud moan, she threw her head forward and shuddered for perhaps fifteen seconds.Jeff turned the Sybian off. “Enough of that for now; perhaps more later.” He found a key and unlocked Kate, who took a minute to stand and stretch. Kate looked to Erica and grinned.“Your turn,” Jeff said. Erica felt a sensation like something being pressed into the roof of her mouth, accompanied by taste of brass. Jeff looked at Kate. “Put on the harness, black boots, gloves and mask. Then we’ll get Erica dressed.” Kate nodded. There were three freestanding wardrobes against on wall (between a collection of whips and a wooden horse. She moved to these, walking a bit stiffly, and began going through one.“I want to shoot some film. We’ll dress you in boots, if they’ll fit; a short skirt, and a corset open for your breasts. I have needles (Jeff found a box with pink lettering behind him on a counter), and we’ll put some of these through your nipples and the skin of your scrotum. Have you ever used a TENS machine?” When Erica shook her head, he continued. “It’s an electrical device that uses an electric pulse to block pain, especially for sore muscles. I have a unit, but it gets used here for something different.” He produced a green plastic box, like a small attaché case, and opened it to reveal the electrical device, wires, and stick-on electrodes.“Rather than using the electrodes, I’m going to put the current to the needles through your nipples, and your scrotum. You can’t move.” He found a small cardboard box, and pulled out a device the size of an old flip phone. “This is an accelerometer. It will be strapped to your leg. It produces current if you move. That in turn turns off an electromagnet supporting the platform where you will be lying. The platform is hinged at one end, but mounted over a well we use to get underneath our vehicles to perform oil changes and similar service. There will be a noose around your neck. If you move, you could find yourself hanging. Do you want to continue?”Erica swallowed. This was her chance at some real excitement in her life. She nodded.“Understand, once we start, there is no backing out. Are you still willing?”“Yes.” Jeff smiled. Kate returned. She was stunning; the harness was composed of thin leather straps that framed her breasts. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, and she was wearing knee-high black leather boots with stiletto heels. Black opera gloves left her fingers free, but extended above her elbows. Her lips were colored crimson, and she had a heavy line of black eyeliner around each eye. “Ready?” Erica nodded, and followed Kate over to the cabinets where the clothing and accessories were kept.It took longer than anyone was expecting, but in the end, Erica didn’t recognize the woman who stared back at her in the mirror on the back of the closet door. Kate put Erica’s natural hair into a tight French braid, and then tried several wigs before settling on a heavy shoulder-length bob that might have looked completely normal on any Japanese schoolgirl. The corset followed; in the end, the one they had planned to use just didn’t fit, so they used one that covered Erica’s breasts to just above the nipples. A very short, flippy skirt barely concealed Erica’s penis; not that that would matter anyway, given their plans for the video. The boots simply wouldn’t fit. They wound up using thigh-high black socks with low-heeled black leather pumps. Then Kate went to work on Erica’s face.They decided on heavy eye shadow, liner and mascara, with a more neutral lipstick color. Looking at Erica once the look was complete, Jeff and Kate both nodded in satisfaction.“Okay, now let’s pose you for some pictures.” Erica rolled back over to the platform, and Jeff and Kate helped her transfer off her wheelchair onto the black padded leather surface. While Kate had been working on her look for the photo shoot, Jeff had been busy as well; there was a heavy rope tied to end in a hangman’s noose dangling above the platform.Pillows appeared from somewhere, and the three worked together to get Erica posed in various positions, flat on her back, reclining, legs crossed and hands behind her head. Jeff brought a ladder and took numerous pictures looking down. After about twenty minutes, he said, “Okay, let’s take it up to the next level.” Leather restraints were brought out, and Erica was photographed in various positions. Kate had Erica open her mouth to accept a ballgag, and then went back over her lips to repair the damage.After another twenty minutes of photography, Jeff took the ballgag out, and said, “Okay. We’re going to do the main part now.” Erica nodded, unsure if it was too late to back out or not.A belt went around her waist, one with leather wrist cuffs on the sides. These were strapped on. Leather cuffs were fastened to Erica’s ankles, and a wooden bar between them kept her legs spread. The gag was replaced in her mouth, and her glasses set aside after remaining on for much of the earlier work. “You’re going to feel this, not see it anyway,” Kate murmured to her. The blond was looking a bit nervous. Erica nodded as best she could, restrained as she was.Jeff went to a control unit on the wall, and with an electrical whining, the noose steadily lowered. Kate caught it, and opened it and lifted Erica’s head to slip it into position before tightening it snuggly but not painfully around Erica’s neck. Jeff’s control box hummed again, and the slack came out of the rope holding the noose.Jeff came to stand over Erica. “If the power were to fail, or something to go wrong with the magnet, you would hang. You understand that?” Erica did, and realized that her penis was growing hard. Jeff and Kate watched it lift Erica’s skirt in silence. “Good. Let’s begin.” Kate reached for Erica’s glasses, and set them aside.The three cameras were started. Jeff opened his box of needles, and laid out about a dozen before carefully closing the box and setting it aside. The needles had the old-style caps, rather than the retractable safety covers.Jeff carefully peeled down the top of Erica’s corset, just an inch or so, to expose her nipples. Pinching the skin on either side, he made a tent of tissue including the nipple. Moving slowly and twisting as he inserted it, Jeff steadily pushed a needle through Erica’s left nipple.Erica was very use to needles, if not in such a tender spot, and was able to ignore the sting. When a second needle went in to form an “X” through Erica’s nipple with the other needle, she didn’t even blink.Jeff then repeated the process on the other side. Erica concentrated on breathing steadily. Her eyes watered a bit, and bound, she couldn’t clear the tears. She felt one run down the side of her face, cool against her skin. For some reason, not being able to wipe the tear bothered her more than the needles. Then Jeff moved down to pull up her skirt.Erica’s scrotum had been handled for cleaning or examination numerous times, but this was the first time she had been handled in an intimate fashion; her penis felt like it would burst. The sense of pressure was not diminished at all by the sting of additional needles passing through her scrotum. Erica couldn’t see what Jeff was doing, but as he worked, he described it.“Now I’m pinching a flap of skin between my thumb and forefinger. Okay, the needle is going through.” When he was done, three needles were threaded through Erica’s scrotum on the left as well as the right side.Jeff stood and looked at his work for a moment, before accepting the accelerometer from Kate. He slid the device under the top of the sock on Erica’s slender left thigh. The wire from it went down the table between Erica’s legs, to disappear underneath the platform. The TENS unit was opened. Instead of electrode patches, small alligator clips terminated its two wires. Jeff clipped one onto the end of a needle through each of Erica’s nipples. “Okay, we’ll see what your pain tolerance is like. One shock every minute for ten minutes. If the accelerometer trips five times, the platform will fall from underneath you. You will hang by the neck.” Jeff pronounced the words like an accomplished executioner might to the condemned.Erica’s cock remained very hard, and she realized she was breathing fast. She looked up into Kate’s eyes, and then Jeff’s. Jeff pushed the switch, and the first shock hit.The pain was blinding. Erica howled, half-chocking on her gag, and squirmed on the table. From under the table came a loud beep. “That signifies that the motion detector recorded the first shock…and that you moved.”Oh, God, Erica thought. There’s no way I can stay still through that. And when it hits my scrotum…Erica knew what to expect with the second shock, and handled it much better. She still squirmed, though, and the accelerometer beeped for a second time. Eight shocks to go, and Erica could only move twice.Desperate, she bit hard into the ballgag in her mouth. When the third shock came, she jerked only slightly, listening for the deadly beep. It didn’t come.She got through the next two shocks, and literally breathed a sigh of relief around the gag filling her mouth. “This is going to be harder,” Jeff predicted as he moved the clips on the needles through Erica’s nipples, and transferred them to two of the needles in Erica’s scrotum. When he straightened, Kate bent over Erica’s crotch, apparently examining the arrangement. Instead, she parted her red lips and took the head of Erica’s cock into her mouth. Erica felt her tongue drag up the underside of her penis. When Kate got to the head of Erica’s cock, Kate made an “O” of her lips, and went back and forth several times over the head of Erica’s cock before releasing it and stepping back. “For encouragement,” she commented.Erica turned her head to look at Jeff. He met her eyes, and toggled the ON button of the TENS unit.As forecast, it was much worse. An orgasm of pain. That’s the only way she could think of to describe it. The pain lit up all the places an orgasm would go, starting at her cock, and spreading down her legs, as well as up into her stomach. “Oh…God…” Erica gasped around the ball secured in her mouth. She hadn’t heard the beep through the haze of pain and her own screams, but knew the counter had advanced on notch towards her hanging.Jeff seemed unconcerned. “You have four more shocks coming. You can’t move for three of those. If you do, you will hang.” He punctuated the statement by pushing the button on his controller. Pain instantly seared through Erica’s body. This time, she didn’t miss the beep, countdown towards her fall into the pit. An image of her body dangling from the ceiling of a sewer came to mind. It was terrifying…and thrilling at the same time. What would it be like to hang? She put the thought aside, and steeling herself, looked to Jeff. He nodded and pushed the button.Erica’s teeth clamped down on the gag in response to the sensation of fire streaming through her body. She waited for the beep. Silence.“Hmm. Well done. You have two more shocks coming. If you can remain still once, you will make it through this trial.”Erica was slick with sweat. The gag was making her drool. She tried to swallow, but between the gag and her own difficulties with swallowing, it wouldn’t go down, Erica started to choke. Turning her head, she found a position where she could let the saliva drain a bit. She looked up to Jeff and lightning hit her crotch once more.The beep of the counter was a counterpoint to her cry of anguish. It was hard to see through the tears pooling in her eyes. Blinking, she could see Kate, black straps on near-white skin and red lips visible. The lack of her glasses and watering eyes made it impossible to see anything more. “Last shock. Be still, or you will hang.” What would it be like? A crushing pressure on her throat, no way to relieve it, consciousness slipping away into blackness…Erica wanted to know. But she didn’t want to die. Bracing herself, she waited for the final, perhaps fatal, shock.This time it felt more like a hammer-blow than burning. A gasp came out…but no beep. “You survived!” Jeff seemed cheerful. Erica felt the accelerometer being pulled out of her sock, and Kate started dabbing her eyes and wiping her face with tissues. Erica could see the dark eye makeup on the paper, and knew her face looked a mess. Then Jeff’s hands were at her neck and Erica felt the noose loosening just before she saw it lift off her face.The restraints came off, and Kate brought Erica’s chair over to the side of the platform as Jeff removed the ballgag. Gratefully, Erica swallowed the accumulated drool, at least what hadn’t run out on the table.“Give me a minute before you try and get me up, please.” The ordeal had sapped a lot of Erica’s strength, and she wasn’t at all sure she could sit yet. Kate brought some pillows, and they propped her up a bit. Jeff pulled the needles, dropping them into, of all things, and orange hospital sharps container. Erica was starting to feel better. Jeff handed Kate a jar of makeup remover pads, and Kate cleaned Erica’s face while she recuperated.Done, Erica got the tube of crimson lipstick she was wearing and applied it to Erica, who was starting to feel herself again. Kate considered a moment, and then pulled some bobby pins out to take the wig off Erica. A shock of cool air hit her damp scalp. “God! That was intense!”Jeff nodded. “I think we got some great video.”Once back in her chair, Erica looked over at the platform. “Would it really have fallen if I had moved?”Without saying anything, Jeff picked up the accelerometer. It had an ON/OFF switch that he flipped before shaking it. There was a beep, and the platform abruptly fell away to hit with a bang. The pillows dumped into whatever was beneath and left the noose dangling at the level where the platform had been.  “I once hung like that,” Kate commented. Jeff smiled.“And you looked really hot dangling there. I was tempted to just watch for a while. I need my slave, though; you would be hard to replace.” Kate smiled at Jeff’s words.Turning back to Erica, Jeff asked, “Do you have the energy for one more thing? Not as extreme?” In truth, Erica was spent. She didn’t want to miss any opportunity, though, so she nodded. Jeff walked over to where the Sybian waited, and lifted the machine to set it aside. Looking up, he went back to the platform where they had done the filming, and positioned his ladder to retrieve the noose. Coming back to the low platform on the floor, he undid the noose from the rope before tossing it over an overhead support beam. “Kate, bring me the tall posture collar.”Kate went to a cabinet, and returned in a minute with a thick black leather collar perhaps three inches tall. It had steel rings mounted in front and back as well as on each side. Jeff fitted this around Erica’s neck before tying the rope to the ring in the back of the collar.They worked together to get Erica undressed except for her shoes and the thigh-high socks. They then lowered her to the platform on the floor while Jeff stripped out of his clothing. It took a bit, and a lot of lubricant, but in a few minutes Jeff was flat on his back on the platform. Erica was straddling him, Jeff’s cock buried deep inside her ass. Erica was held upright by the rope and collar, which Kate tied off to a support post. And Erica was bound once more, her hands cuffed behind her back (but night tightly, in respect to her shoulders), and a panel gag with a soft silicone cock on the inside strapped over and in her mouth.Kate knelt straddling Jeff’s legs facing Erica; and then, while Jeff slowly rocked with his cock inside Erica, she leaned over to begin working Erica’s cock with her lips and fingers. Once more, she made an “O” with her lips, going back and forth over the head of Erica’s dick while gently wringing the shaft with well-lubricated fingers.Erica was uncomfortable half-dangling from the rope attached to her neck, but quickly forgot about that; and when Jeff went still and groaned, emptying himself into Erica’s ass, Kate doubled the speed with which she was working Erica’s cock.Erica was conscious of a building tension; and nearly passed out from the sensation as the pressure released and her asshole squeezed down hard on Jeff’s cock while her own emptied into Kate’s warm, moist mouth.Kate stood and discretely spit Erica’s semen into a tissue before releasing the rope and work with Jeff to get Erica lowered to the platform.Kate brought more makeup remover pads, and a pack of disposable washcloths. She then went over Erica head-to-foot, taking off her socks and even going between her toes. She followed this with a basin of warm fresh water, which she used to get any soap residue off Erica’s skin. There was a tiny bathroom off to one side of the room. Kate and Jeff made a cradle of their arms and carried Erica to the toilet, letting Jeff’s semen drain for a long while with Kate standing, still in her harness and boots, to keep Erica upright. Twenty minutes and six flushable wipes later, Erica was ready for her own clothing, and they retreated to the office.Over another round of mochas from Kate’s expresso machine, they watched the video Jeff had made. He had done a quick first edit, and it was both thrilling and also disorienting for Erica to see herself in the video. Was that her? Which was real, the Erica sitting at the table sipping a coffee drink, or the Erica she was watching struggle with needles, electricity, and a noose?Jeff promised to make the video available online for private access only, and Erica agreed to another session at Jeff’s, the following month. Brutal Farmer wasn’t really so brutal, was he? Then Jeff told Kate to refresh her makeup and ride with them, still only in her harness and boots. Well, maybe he was. But Erica was glad to have he and his slave for new friends. -- source link

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