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"I'll be right back."I let myself settle back into my bed. How the fuck I'd gotten there wasbeyond my memory but that was a distant concern at that moment. First, Iset about the soul crushing task of cataloguing my pains. My head wasarguing with my throat as to which hurt more, a contest that either wayI was sure to be the loser. I didn't dare risk opening my eyes and mynose still had the ache from being smacked in the face a lifetime ago.My arms and legs had an ache set deep into their muscles. This felt likethe worst hangover I had-Hangover?In a mad scrabble and a tangle of my duvet, I grabbed at my body, swore,tossed off the covers and grabbed again, one hand shooting to my chestand the other to my groin. I grabbed a tit and pubes.Fuck. Not an alcohol induced hallucination then. Maybe I'm mad? That'dbe nice. A brief trip to the loony bin and I'd come out, male and readyto fuck the world. One way to test that theory came to mind and,impulsively, I seized it by pinching and twisting. “Not my idea. It was his,” Alice nodded at me.“Oh,” Sheila said as she changed to a view of our makeshift tent and the heaps of sleeping rattlesnakes slumbering against the back wall of the cavern.“All things considered, Hunter One did an excellent job surviving the storm,” Sheila said as the last images of our mineshaft survival camp played out on the huge screen.“We’ve seen how this venture ended. Now we need to know how it all began. What went wrong? What prevented your return to base?” Sheila put her hands on her hips and waited.I shook off the sensation I was a kid about to give some lame-ass excuse to my mother for missing curfew. They always say discretion is the better part of valor. I sat in silence, leaned forward, wiped my palms on my thighs, and returned Sheila’s gaze. Group questions are a form of verbal volleyball. Not in a good position to answer, I let my partner do the honors.“I knew there was a storm on the way, but I miscalculated its arrival.” Alice passed to.
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He rolled her nipples around his fingers making them hard. Then he picked up two adjustable nipple clamps, with metallic butterflies hanging from it. He attached them and the pain shot through her body making her let out a cry that was easily muffled by the gag. She could not believe the intensity of the pain. He caressed her tits again and adjusted the clamps to his pleasure. He seemed oblivious of her pain and her moans. A few minutes later the pain became bearable and she could breathe a little more. He went back to the bag, and grabbed a basic leather flogger and approached her again. He jumped over the bed, and on his knees, he started teasing her body with the flogger. He hit her thighs, her belly, her stretched arms, and even her swollen nipples. Her muffled moans got louder and louder. He went on to increase the strength of his blows until he got her sensitive skin totally covered in red stinging welts. He then dropped the flogger and started caressing her body with his.

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