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Chapter 2
Veronica sat in the limo with her head down in Jamie’s lap. She held up his short skirt and was busy tongue washing his rigid member. The pain shooting from her well beaten bottom and plugged ass competed with her bruised face and her battered and clamped breasts.
A long stylish overcoat had concealed Veronica’s nakedness as they disembarked the plain and climbed aboard the waiting limousine. Now inside the privacy of the car, the coat was discarded.
Jamie luxuriated as his mistress pleasured his thick tool. The punishments for him cumming without permission could be particularly nasty, as such he had quickly learned restraint.
Speaking about restraint, Veronica noticed within a few minutes of entering the limo that the wet leather thongs binding her now bulbous breasts were beginning to dry and shrink. Soon the bindings would go from being tight, to actually cutting into her skin.
“Please sir.” Veronica paused from her felatio to beg. “The straps are drying out. Could you please take them off?”
“No I don’t think so.” The sissy boy smiled. “I would let you stop and wet them, but I did promise to get you to the dungeon without detour.”
“Perhaps a little detour…”
“Excellent. If we aren’t in that much of a hurry, then you can tell the driver to slow down. You may also tell the driver to pull into the next service station.”
Slowing down would prolong the trip, and her slavery, but one thing that never failed to moisten Veronica’s gash was digging herself deeper into holes. Veronica relayed the instructions and went back to licking and sucking Jamie’s dick. When at last they approached an isolated service station, Jamie handcuffed Veronica’s arms behind her back and placed the coat over her shoulders. With the two sides of the coat pulled over her clamped nipples, Veronica would appear to be decent if not seen from the front, from the front she was clearly all but naked.
The limo had pulled up beside the station. Jamie let Veronica out and she dashed towards the nearby bathroom. Each step shook her breasts and made her cognisant of the massive plug in her ass, and the dildo stuffed up her cunt along with her valuables. To her horror, the ladies room door showed signs of a fire and was securely locked. The mensroom however was open.
Hurrying insider, Veronica breathed a sigh of relief to find it empty. She approached one of the small sinks. Using her teeth, she threw back the sides of the coat so that her distended red-purple breasts hung free. Veronica managed to turn on the cold water tap with her mouth. She turned it again and again until it rushed like a torrent into the dirty sink. With no sink plug, she had to hope the volume of liquid coming into the sink would be greater than the amount draining.
Pressing her tits down into the filling sink, Veronica quickly got very wet, but as the leather was tied around the very base of her breasts, she found it very difficult to keep it underwater.
Hearing someone approach over the sound of the rushing water, Veronica abandoned the sink and fled into on of the open toilet stalls. She closed the door and waited as first one man, then another entered and relieved themselves at the urinal.
While waiting in the stall, Veronica realised that her efforts had done little to stem the leathers bite, and she must return to the car soon or she would be punished, or worse, left behind.
Adjusting the coat as best as she could to cover her huge swollen bossom, Veronica walked confidently out of the mensroom and quickly covered the distance to the limo. Not pausing to see if anyone had spotted her nakedness, she hoped into the car as soon as the door was opened.
Veronica returned to her cock sucking, and the car continued, none too quickly, towards its destination.
“Are you hungry?” Jamie asked of Veronica.
Veronica looked up. Her lips were still wrapped around the child’s meaty dick and she was busy sucking down his latest batch of warm runny semen, so she presumed his comment was a joke.
“Lets stop for some pizza.”
“But…”
“It’s ok, we aren’t in that much of a hurry after all. One or two detours won’t kill us.”
The limo stopped and backtracked to a small pizza restaurant on the edge of town, the last real civilization before the dungeon. Veronica and Jamie went inside. Every rub of her coat against her breast and buttocks pained Veronica as they waited in line. Meanwhile, Jamie did his best to appear a spoiled petulant little girl; embarrassing Veronica and annoying all those around her. The serving girl seemed embarrassed by Veronica’s bruised, made up face, and she avoided eye contact during the quick exchange.
After they ordered a large meat lovers pizza, Jamie led Veronica by the hand to the ladies room. Kneeling down by a toilet inside one of the stalls, Veronica was again pressed into service rimming the schoolgirls asshole. As she did so, she was allowed to scoop up water from the toilet and wash the leather digging into her purple juggs.
Back in the car, Jamie enjoyed his pizza and coke, while Veronica was graciously allowed to empty her cunt and ass. She was ordered to thoroughly clean each item with her tongue then to replace them. With her eyes glazed over with pain, Veronica was busy licking clean the massive black butt plug she had just tore out of her ass. The worst part of the lunch was knowing that the limo wasn’t even moving. Jamie was happy for it to sit and wait while they ate.
Almost an hour later, the limousine finally arrived at the dungeon. The driver exited the car and deposited the bags before returning to his seat. Jamie stepped out onto the green grass in front of the large rural compound and straightened his short skirt. In one of his hands he held a leash and the other the long metal rod.
With a tug on the leash he pulled Veronica from the vehicle. Her face was drawn and tired, her hair was a mess. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and was held there by two thin pieces of bamboo bound tightly together at the ends. As she crawled out, her purple abused tits came next. Her clamp capped funbags were swollen to a great size and they swayed and wobbled beneath her. Her well canned ass and thoroughly stuff fuck holes followed her tits out of the car.
Jamie had removes her slaves garter, stocking and heels. Leaving her naked but for the tit and tongue bindings, and the crotch rope keeping her dildo and possessions from sliding out of her cunt.
At the door of the nearest structure, waited a host of characters. Four enormous muscled black men, wearing only loincloths. Two petite barely teen girls wearing identical outfits to Jamie. In front of them all waited a roguish looking young man, dressed in black leather boots and pants, with a white singlet covering his well formed chest. At his feet rested a, well beaten, naked little girl.
Her body was covered in fresh welts and her fuck holes were bleeding and leaking goo. Her tongue was secured in a fashion similar to Veronica’s and from her tiny pert nipples and her delicate labia hung long heavy chains, each capped with a spiked ball.
“Greetings Miss Jamie. You look very well today.” The roguish man smiled.
“Thank you Mister X.”
“I trust your trip was enjoyable?” Mr X enjoyed watching his employer humiliated, and was going to savour the moment.
“Very enjoyable. My sister however does not look at all well.” Jamie looked down at the tortured little girl; at his twin sister.
“No.” Mr X sighed. “Serious business that. I imagine we will get to it as soon as Mistress Veronica arrives.”
“She will be back shortly, as soon as we get inside I fear.”
“Oh. Well perhaps we should take our bitches for a quick walk around the compound first.”
“What a splendid idea. After all, one more detour should hardly matter.”
Veronica groaned piteously as Jamie walked off with Mr X, tugging on her leash. They toured the sunny, ordinary looking farm with her jiggly distended mamaries and her painted ass on display for all her workers to see.
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