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what? Now beg me properly slave, tell me what you want me to do to you.”
    Shocked and a bit aroused by his callous laughter, she stared up at him. She screwed up the last remnants of her courage and meekly said, “Please fuck my virgin pussy with your beautiful cock,” surprised that she was able to say that.
    “That is a bit better and will do for now. Mei, Victoria, you may prepare her now.”
    Dana’s handlers were quick to reach her sides and they each took one of her arms and helped her to her feet. Dana was in a fog, almost feeling like she was in a waking dream. They removed the chains connected to her cuffs and collar before leading her around Avery’s chair and toward the fireplace behind him. It was then that Dana saw Greta strapped to a short and low bench.
    Her head was facing up at Dana, while her body was rigidly strapped down to the hard bench. Greta’s arms were at her sides and her lower legs pulled up under the far end of it. Six wide leather straps secured her body from her knees to her shoulders, leaving her unable to move anything but her head. Mei and Victoria turned Dana around to face away from Greta and made her sit on a small stool.
    A long metal bar secured by chains from each end up to a winch mounted to the ceiling was hanging behind Dana’s neck. When Mei and Victoria each took one of Dana’s arms and chained her cuffed wrists to the far sides of the bar she discovered that her first sex act would be in bondage, another reminder of her predicament. She did not resist as her wrists were chained and they used leather straps to secure her arms to the bar, just below her elbows and next to her armpits.
    Once she was mated to the horizontal bar Mei and Victoria each grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her legs open and up, attaching her ankles to the ends of the bar, completely revealing her virgin sex. Dana looked down her body and shivered again, thinking how perverse this all was, and yet her pussy was now purring in anticipation. Then she felt a jolt and she started to rise, the winch lifting her buttocks off the stool. They lifted her bum a full foot off the stool and then removed it.
    Then they slid Greta’s bench under Dana’s parted thighs, her face staring directly up at Dana’s hairless wet gash. Dana did not look down though, since Avery had stood up and stepped in front of her. He removed his vest and pants, standing naked before her. He gestured to Mei who sank to her knees and began to suck his cock; something that made Dana experience a twinge of jealousy. Then he said, “Lower her.”
    After another sudden jolt Dana felt herself descend right onto Greta’s mouth, her hot wet lips immediately assaulting her exposed sex. She gasped as Greta went to work, quickly causing those simmering feelings to come to a rapid boil. Avery reached forward and grabbed Dana’s meaty breasts in his strong hands, kneading the malleable flesh. Dana’s head was spinning and then she felt Victoria come up behind her and embrace her around the waist, trapping Dana between three people.
    “I grant you permission to climax slave, I want that pussy hot and ready for its first cock,” Avery said; now squeezing Dana’s heaving tits even harder.
    The girl was unprepared for the power of the passion inside her as she cried, “Thank you Master!” the orgasm hitting her like a lead pipe. She quivered and quaked, her pussy spraying Greta with a stream of love juice. But that did not deter the slave lapping at Dana’s cunt; it only spurred her to work harder. The climax slowly blossomed into a body shaking multi-orgasmic release.
    She barely noticed when the winch started to lift her again, raising her to the height of Avery’s cock, though it was still inside Mei’s mouth. But a slight tap on Mei’s head pulled her away and she turned and slid back to guide it toward Dana’s virgin hole. She placed it just at the mouth of Dana’s soaked and twitching cunt, causing her to moan with desperate