The next day, Sarah wheeled Violet Bamford into my office. The merchandise was hooded, gagged and naked, and secured into a metal frame of Sarah's design. She was kneeling with her legs apart and leaning backwards with her wrists between her ankles, so that her cunt and tits were prominently displayed, and held in place with steel shackles. The frame was mounted on wheels so that she could be moved easily.
Violet was moaning and sobbing incoherently. I ignored the annoying noises and inspected my new property. I nodded in satisfaction. Mr. V would be pleased. The girl had a pale, slender body with a narrow waist and her skin was smooth, with a few freckles here and there. She had nice breasts, large without any sign of sagginess, and capped with remarkably pale nipples.
I got up quietly and put my hands on her waist, just below the ribcage. She gasped and shrank from my touch, but of course there was nowhere to go. I felt in the mood for some fun, so I dug my fingers into her soft skin and began to tickle her hard. "MMMHMHMHMHMHM!!! HMMM!! MNGHHMHMH!!" said Violet, laughing through the ball gag in her mouth. But I was merciless, and gave her a thorough working over. Her tummy, thighs, armpits and the soles of her feet all got their turn. She squealed and rattled at the frame.
The tickling wasn't just motivated by cruelty. I wanted to feel the muscles under her soft skin, and was pleased that they were firm. This one would be worth every dollar Mr. V paid for her. I told Sarah so. "OK Boss." she replied. "I'll start preparing her for shipping." |