Relieved of spirits from bladder, but not the spirit of lust, the cocks moved to the slave tied to the table. More crowded around to view the action close up or even join in the fun. Xxx Her pain and distress shown in her eyes, no tears, just a wet glare, an inner defiance rising to keep her from crying out in hope of mercy. Restraints and the controlling grip to her hair and body had the vixen helpless to resist, vulnerable to any abuse. Other chains and harnesses were suspended from the darkness above the table as well as a gurney close by with other implements, one of which she made out as a heavy whip. The tongue next traveled across her taint to her tender dripping cunt, surprisingly the entrance that suffered the remembrance of penetration the most.
