1. Melody part 2


    Date: 12/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Female / Girl, Lesbian, Males / Females, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

    put the panties away, topped up the condom dispenser, and went to back into prep two, they were still chattering. "Are you coming Melody?" I asked as I released the restraints from her wrists. "Don't be stupid I'm bolted to the bloody wall!" Melody complained. "He means you should wriggle out, if you lost enough weight you should slip out." Miss Rawlings explained, "Otherwise you'll get all the fit ones and I'll be miserable!" "I can't!" Melody complained, but when I went round to prep one and hit her backside with a whip a few times she soon proved that she could indeed slip out forwards, in fact she slid out faster than she expected and did a complete somersault before she tried hard to stand up and hit me but her legs buckled from disuse. She looked terrible, her ribs were clearly visible, she was only supposed to have spent three days in the hole, but after a week of constant sleep deprivation, no food and constant orgasms, or at least constant arousal, she was showing signs of serious mal-nourishment. "Ah, please be careful," I cautioned, as I held her up,"Mind Miss Rawlings, lean on me a moment." I put my arm around her and supported her, "I feel so weak!" she moaned. "I'll find you some coveralls," I promised. "Just sit on the floor a moment." I quickly found some coveralls and Melody's own socks and shoes, then I took a simple smock we sometimes used and took them all through to her. She tried the coveralls first, "God they chafe, I'm so sore." she complained but the ...
    smock was far more to her liking. "I'll never be able to wear panties again." she whined. "You do look rather sore." I commented, noting how red and swollen her sex appeared. "Oh you will, after about a week until the next time!" Miss Rawlings suggested. "Miss Rawlings volunteered to take your place, wasn't that kind of her." I suggested. "You're kidding!" Melody squealed. "Best PMT cure I know!" Miss Rawlings announced, "But get going and give me some privacy." "Come along Melody, ah, Miss Parker," I urged, "Can you walk." "Just," she said as she waddled in an ungainly manner, "Stop laughing, it's not funny, I'm sore." "I did think a restaurant but perhaps under the circumstances we had better eat at Father's house," I suggested. "Andrews is standing by with a car at the loading bay if you need one sir" Miss Rawlings helpfully informed me and I guided Melody through the various security doors and to the car. "Can I lie on the floor?" she asked, "Only I'm so sore." "Sure." I agreed, "I'll sit up front and you can lie on the seat." She slept most of the way, and then as I carried her in to the house she woke, "Oh," she said "where are you taking me." "Dinner, well supper," I explained, “I'll have it sent up, your purse is in my room you left it behind." My room was rather a mess, little used since my teens it had just a bed and a computer and a couple of chairs, I rang the kitchen and Mrs Freeman, Father's cook promised to bring a cold Supper for two hungry gentlemen. "Hide in ...
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