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But first there was Miss Holly to deal with. "Get up, bitch," he ordered. "On your hands and knees." Weakly, Holly obeyed. Her arms seemed barely strong enough to support her nurse sexy, and her head hung down limply. That was the first order of business. Smith gathered the girl's hair and tied it in a ponytail at the crown of her skull, using the twine he'd found earlier. Then he wrapped the string tightly around each of her dangling boobs in turn, then back up to the ponytail. He worked all the slack out of the twine, so that Holly's boobs were hard and round as softballs, and her head was held back, forcing her to look, with her now glazed eyes, directly ahead of her. |
"Good," he said. "Now, Miss Holly, I realize I've been impolite. I had you clean me up,
but you're still a mess. Let's fix you up, okay?"
"Okay," the girl intoned bleakly.
"Right. Now to do that, I want you to back up to that handsome dog of yours. He looks
like he could use a bite to eat right now."
"Wha. . . what?" the girl said, a glimmer of comprehension in her eyes.
"You heard me, BITCH!" Smith barked. His eyes had fallen on the young guard's
nightstick, and he remembered that she had certain crimes to atone for. His ass still hurt. "Back
up to the dog!"
"No-o-o-o!" the girl wailed. She'd been tortured senseless, but this was a different kind of
humiliation, and fresh tears sprang to the eyes she lifted pleadingly to Smith. "Not that, please!
I'll do whatever you want!"