Jennifer Miller is waiting. She doesn' know from how many time, she doesn't know where she is, she doesn't know why. They chained her, they gagged and masked her and they let her there, half-naked with just a tiny bikini.
Sha would like to ease her aching legs spread by a bar. She would also like to move her neck and her head but the collar posture keeps her head straight.
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Somebody is coming ! Jennifer Miller starts. Somebody pats her womb, her thighs with.. a crop. She shouts a little when the blows become harder. She steps back to avoid the whip. The leash and the chain tighten, stretch the micro-bikini. She fells the fine straps on her skin, grunts in the gag to protest. But the crop is insistant and Jennifer moves back more, it's too much for the fragile fabric: it rips and the crop disappears.
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It's the first time. But that is going to start again every day. And soon, Jennifer will know what she has to do, without the help of the whip: to move back until she rips herself the bikini, until she strip off herself.
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| They remove the rubber penis filling her mouth. Jennifer Miller feels ashamed of drooling. Something forces her lips, pushes her head back. Little by little, Jennifer Miller understands that she must lick the thing. On the following days she'll understand more quickly because she'll know what it happens next.
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She has to wet the dildo so that it can penetrate her easily.
Then her legs are going to be tied with large straps, the dildo handle is going to be wedged, her lips are going to be filled again with an inflato gag and the vibrator is going to be turned on.
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She will also know that she is going to stay here, so chained until a forced orgasm makes her shamefully squeak.
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