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The poor woman was still trying to deal with what he'd already delivered to her, but she answered as promptly as she could. "Yes, Sir."

Daniel knew he should give her her dignity and go back to the shadows, but he wasn't a strong enough man to do so. He stood where he was as if rooted there, and he was. He was completely involved in what he was seeing, despite the fact that he didn't necessarily want to be.

He watched as his friend again arranged this woman - this powerful, intelligent, accomplished woman - like a doll, forcing her legs well back and looping strips of what looked like fur behind her knees, then tying them back so that her knees were almost at her shoulder level, which of course left her lower parts completely wrenched open and apart.

Daniel had to wonder what that felt like to her, especially when that big plug was still anchored deep within her.

"There."

Her owner donned rubber gloves expertly, then lubed his left hand up and, after showing him - and Raina by default - the way he formed his fingers into a cone, he inserted his hand into his bound wife as far as it could go, until she began to try to avoid the invasion, and then a little further.

"I can't quite fist her yet, but we're working on it. Raina likes to be stretched in both places when she comes, don't you, Raina."

Not crying any more, but wearing a permanent, blotchy blush, she gave her pat answer.

"No. Repeat what I said, Raina. Turn your head and meet his eyes when you tell Daniel what you like."

Biting her lip, she did as she was told. Daniel could no more look away from her than he could from the entire scene. "I like to be stretched in both places when I come, Sir."

"What places? Tell him specifically." The warning in his voice was more than enough for her.

"I - I like to be stretched in my bottom and my pussy when I come, Sir."

"Good girl. Raina also has another hard and fast rule about her pleasure. Tell Daniel what it is."

Raina swallowed, and answered, still looking Daniel in the eye, " I am never to come without my Master's permission."

"Damn straight. Sometimes I give her a terrible case of blue balls, don't I?" He smiled wryly, "or whatever the female equivalent is. Sometimes I tease and play with her and don't allow her to release all of that pent up frustration at all."

"How long?" Daniel couldn't help but ask.

As he fucked his wife almost absently with his left hand, his friend answered, "The longest was five days, I believe. But I can't tell you definitively until I can get to my records."

Now that sounded like the man he knew, who was almost Nazi-ish in his pursuit of perfect record keeping.

The fingers of his right hand were then dipped into a pot of something that looked slick and transparent, then lay directly atop Raina's pubic area. She was at least as loud in pleasure as she was in pain, and it was then that he realized that, throughout the entire time that he had been watching this very intimate exchange between the two of them, Raina had never once - except when commanded to do so - said a word, even in protest. Screams, cries, sobs, yes, but not one word. Not a "no", not a "please" not anything.

She'd apparently been well trained.

"Daniel, I'm probably going to let Raina come now, if she continues to be good like she has been. Why don't you reach out and grab her titties. And don't be gentle with her. Pinch those nipples hard and pull them good. That'll get her there faster, and that's what's best for her."

When her Master, her husband, said that, it was the first time Daniel saw any inclination whatsoever that Raina might protest what was being done to her, and even then, it wasn't truly a rebellion, it was merely a long, anguished groan - worse than anything he'd heard while she was being disciplined - and a jerking of her upper body, just once, as if he'd already reached out to capture and torture those generous globes.

He hated to admit it to himself, but his hands literally itched to do it, and finally he gave in. He wasn't strong enough to resist his baser urges. He reached over the edge of the table and almost touched her, while her non-verbal protests grew louder and more desperate.

"Do it. It's what she needs - to be submissive to me. Do her the favor of forcing her to bend to my will."

God help him, he did. And those breast were wonderful and soft and firm at the same time as he let his fingers dig into her flesh before seeking and finding those rigid He could see out of the corner of his eye how, despite her protests, now that it was happening, now that she was being touched and fucked and frigged when she had no choice and no hope of escape, it somehow relaxed her.

"Come, Raina," his friend ordered, as if he was calling a German Shepherd to his side.

Daniel could see how hard she was being fucked by that massive hand of his, could feel how nearly every powerful plunge nearly lifted her off the table. He was surprised how dispassionate his friend seemed, how he was really only touching her in the two most essential places, and was carefully holding himself away from her, so that those were their only points of contact. An instant later, as he brutally pinched and pulled her nipples she screamed her pleasure into his ear.

He nearly let go, but the other man's harsh, "Keep it up," kept him in place. By his count, she cascaded through at least three more orgasms, and maybe a fourth, before her husband disengaged from her, slipped off his gloves and immediately came up to her head to release her.

Daniel found himself feeling foolish with his hands still on her, so he retreated to the living room as the woman he had personally molested was taken away.

When his host reappeared, it was with a somewhat tight smile on his face, but then that was to be expected. It was a tight situation. Neither man had experienced any sort of relief, and there were two huge tents being pitched in that lovely big living room. "She'll sleep now," he said somewhat awkwardly.

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