Wetting my finger I scraped out the container and reaching beneath her buttocks I rubbed the finger-born residue against and into her tight little anal pucker. A ball gag with breathing tube added the final touch. I glanced at the waiting judge catching her in a smile of wolfish delight. She quickly returned her face to a blank safe expression, but we both knew that she had been captured.
With Allison secured and already twitching in her bonds, I picked up the judge’s lead and took her out of the compound. I had just the place and position for this smart, intelligent and socially positioned woman. I led her through the trees and onto the lawn, where I ordered her to kneel and stay facing directly towards the cross like structure of the stocks. These had not been used since the party, so l
