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Chapter 5 – A New Beginning
Strapped naked in the chair, Angel anxiously watches the new bitch on the bed behind the bars in my charming little jail cell. The thick studded dildoes burn inside Angel's badly swollen cunt and asshole, perfectly displayed between her parted thighs.
The new bitch begins to regain consciousness. She rolls on her back, whimpering softly, eyes shut, massaging her tender titmeat gently. She groans deeply and clamps both hands over her aching, throbbing crotch.
Angel's slim fingers are splayed on the armrest, each finger buckled snugly in place. Her neat toes, strapped down, are pointed beautifully. The studded leather straps hug her nakedness firmly so that Angel will be lewdly, obscenely presented to the new bitch when she opens her eyes.
The powerful drugs eat relentlessly at Angel's mind. She squirms continuously, sinuously, in the chair. Her deep blue eyes are fastened fanatically on the new bitch. Like Iona before her, and the long line of frantic chair bitches before Iona, she has much to tell the new cunt, much that she must communicate. The saliva slick black ball gag is soooo frustrating, but I have coached her carefully and she fully understands that her pretty little ass is on the line here, not to mention her beautifully buffed and carefully manicured fingernails …
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