The wheel was slowing. The whip rested from its cruel labor.
At last! Thank you, David.
Ten happy men eased out of their chair seats and wiped their dripping c***s on our quivering thighs. David and the guards were releasing our arms from the straps. “Find some privacy and take a little time to rest,” he said as he strapped me back into my harness.
A male guest wearing a black eye-patch stopped me as I headed toward the corridor to the cells. His thin gray lips hardly moved as he spoke. “You’re Debby’s friend?”
“Yes,” I replied. “But David said I could...”
“It’s okay,” he replied, leering at my breasts, “I just f****d one of the other girls, maybe later.”
“What is it then?”
“Oh, your friend Debby wants you to meet her at the end of the other corridor.”
“What for?”
“I don’t know, b
