Chapter 9

Jori bent forward over the low bench. She was barely conscious after her intense orgasm. She felt the man's hands at her head and a few seconds later the gag was removed from her mouth. She gratefully began panting heavily. The man stood up and walked away from her for a time and soon after was back. "Here girl, drink some water," he told her.

He reached across the young girl's shoulders and pulled back easily raising her up and put a cup of water to her lips. She opened her mouth and eagerly gulped the cool water down. "Not too fast," she heard him say as he pulled the cup away.

"You did very well," he told her with a smile.

Jori felt a tingle go down her back at the words of praise. She looked at him for a second and then ventured a question. "Could I ... Would you take these," she looked down at her chest, "off me."

The man shook his head. "No, not yet slut. Besides once I do, you'll hurt more than you are now. But they'll come off ... eventually. Right now though I have plans for them."

Jori groaned slightly. But she had to admit to herself that the pain had dulled to a low throbbing. She had told him he could do anything he wanted after all. Besides her shoulders were aching more than her tits at the moment. But before she could make another request the stranger had reached back into the bag. She watched as he withdrew another object with straps on it. Her eyes widened as she recognized the shape as a short stubby cock. He leered at her, "Time for your new gag, open wide slut."