“Good, now get her in the van,” Eleanor said. “We’re running late as it is.”
“Not so fast,” Byron said. “This slave still has a discipline to endure. No sense in wasting any time.”
From the canvas satchel Byron extracted a sophisticated chastity belt, and cinched a strap tight around Malina’s waist. Two more hung down, one in front of her crotch, the end touching the floor, the other loosely settled in her ass crack.
“She’s going to wear that while in transit?” Eleanor said with a touch of unease. Byron gave her a look and Eleanor shrugged. “It’s your decision, but her cunt’s going to be too sore to use when she arrives.”
“No, it’s not,” Byron said. “Just shut up and watch.”
He straightened Malina up on her knees, then positioned the back strap just right between her ass cheeks. Reach
