[Runesmith]

As the tongue neared the opening of her vagina, Nadine reflexively tightened her pelvic muscles. This was accompanied by a sharp pain from her abused and forcibly stretched sphincter, and another small gush of semen mixed with her own juices. The tongue hesitated while the man let out a loud guffaw of laughter. "Go on, what are you waiting for? I ordered you to clean her up," commanded the man, followed by a thud and a sharp intake of breath from the girl - that brute probably kicked her. The tongue resumed the task, but Nadine's arousal was already dampened. To avoid further humiliation, she tried as much as possible not to let any more fluid leak out.

"All right, that looks clean enough. Now finish up," came another order. Nadine felt the girl gently pull up her panties and cover up her abused, battered pussy, and she felt a sense of gratitude replacing the previous hostility. The girl also adjusted her dress, covering her aching breasts.

She heard the light foot prints scurrying about the room, and then she heard both of them leaving and the door slamming shut. "Hey, let me out of here!" she yelled. Her neck was still within the steel collar. Surely they wouldn't leave her like this!

After what seemed like an eternity, she heard a soft whirring sound, and the two pieces of the steel collar retracted. Nadine crawled back from the opening where her head had been imprisoned and tried to stand up. Her legs were shaking and her knee and hip joints were on fire. She needed to hold on to the bed to get back on her feet. As she was getting on to her feet, the opening where the food bowl was closed with a thud. Not that she was going to put her head in there any time soon.

It was worse when she tried to take a step. Her pussy hurt. Not just from the inside, but also on the outside. It felt as she had been kicked there - repeatedly. Now that she was upright, she felt more cum leaking out from her, soaking in to the cotton panties.

Nadine sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed, pulled up the dress (not that it was that long), and pulled the panties down to her knees. Her pussy was deep red. She had never been fucked this hard before. The man had been absolutely brutal with her and had humiliated her. But somehow, he had brought her close to cumming, and that was beginning to annoy her. She was angry at herself for giving in, and at the same time angry at the man for deliberately not letting her orgasm.

The crotch of the panties were soaked in semen mixed with her juices and tinged a light pink. Nadine was just glad that she wasn't bleeding overtly. Well, at least one mystery cleared up - she knew now how the previous wearer of those panties had managed to get those stains.

She pulled the top of the dress down, not caring anymore about those watching cameras. They had seen way more of her than this. Her breasts were tender, and the nipples were swollen. She was sure that the next day there would be bruises.

How could that girl be at once so gentle and caring, but yet so brutal? Why would she follow the orders of that man? And why had Nadine been aroused by that girl's tongue?

She was confused. Very confused. She had been drugged, abducted, humiliated, raped, had almost cum for her rapist, and had her first encounter of a sexual nature with a woman - all within the space of half a day at most.

When she looked around the room, she saw that the clothes she had laid out to dry were gone. Her dress, the black lace panties and those expensive Wolfords. All she was left with were the clothes she was wearing. She also noticed that the ropes that had bound her to the bed were also gone. They obviously weren't taking any chances with her escaping or hanging herself. Whoever who is doing this weren't kidding. They had experience with this.

Nadine was exhausted, and aching all over. she simply lay back on the bed, trying as much as possible to avoid the still wet patch of urine, with her legs dangling down from the bed with the soggy panties around her knees, her breasts open to the watching cameras, and closed her eyes.

To be continued