Katie Punished
Copyright© 2006 by Horatio
Chapter 13
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Fun-loving attractive redhead Katie falls foul of the law while covering a Central Asian news story. A corrupt police chief keeps her nude and chained in all weathers for many long and humiliating weeks.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mind Control Slavery BDSM MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Torture First
"Why do you like fighting?" Katie asked her friend as they lay on the bed late on Monday night.
"Makes a change from kissing you and eating that sweet succulent pussy! What about you? The Irish blood I suppose?"
Katie rested her head on the comfort of Angie's firm and swelling breast, so much more prominent than here more modest protuberance.
"I might have an Irish name, my lovely, warm, soft, sweet, friend, but that's pretty well as far as it goes. Fergus O'Brien, bachelor married Jane Knowles, spinster of this parish in 1723 and that is the beginning and the end of my Irishness! I've calculated I have about 1% Irish blood, if that. Statistically and genetically nugatory! The rest of my family is good Anglo Saxon stock from way back."
"You know" she warmed to one of her favourite themes.
"Your own surname tells you bugger all about yourself. Go back a few generations and you have so many ancestors it's unbelievable. Just try it, doubling up every twenty five years or so! You go back to 1300 and you've more ancestors than there were people in the country at the time! You know what that means, don't you?"
"No, Katie, I fucking don't, but I suspect you are going to tell me. What a bore you are sometimes!"
Katie aimed a punch at her friend's stomach - not too hard, but hard enough to wind her!.
"It means you are almost certainly descended from EVERYBODY who was alive at the time, including the King."
"Big, bloody deal. Either go to sleep or make love, unless you want your hiding now, rather than Saturday!"
TUESDAY NIGHT
"I hope you survive on Saturday." said Angie "After I knock you cold."
"Why?" murmured Katie as she stroked her friend's light brown hair and kissed her ample breasts, concentrating on those lovely hard nipples.
"'Cause you make a lovely cup of tea in the morning!"
They giggled.
"We're not dykes, really are we?" asked an anxious Katie.
"Course not! You silly goose. We're going to find a gorgeous, very rich, hunk apiece and raise lots of lovely kids. Now shut up and lick my clit. You know how I love it when you put your sweet little tongue down there!"
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