EXTRACT FOR
Torturing Tori
(Anna Mann)

"That was just day One." Roger was bouncing with energy when he arrived the following morning. 

Tori had been left on the Cross all night. She had fallen asleep frequently only to be woken by the pain in her hands as pins and needles insisted that she relieve the pressure and allow blood flow.

Croaking she had pleaded for water, but the gag that had locked her jaw prevented no more than a groan to escape.

Andi had moved closer, then nodded her understanding.

"You need a drink... yes?"

Weakly Tori had nodded.

"Well, you should have said so earlier," the lesbian photographer winked, then picked up a disposable plastic cup from a table, and as Tori watched in alarm, she eased her panties down to her knees and squatted.

"You were lucky, I was ready to go."

Tori shook her head as the glass was lifted to her gag filled mouth.

"You ungrateful bitch," the lesbian hissed as she grasped Tori's chin and held her tight, "I agree to give you a drink, from the kindness of my heart... and you reject me."

Tori felt her head being pushed back, and realised that she lacked any strength to resist as the dyke raised her full glass and began to tip its warm amber contents through the holes that allowed the wearer to breath.

Tori choked, and gagged, then realised that to puke with the ball in her mouth would equal disaster... and so, burying the last shred of her dignity she relaxed...

And swallowed down every drop of the lesbian foulness being trickled into her mouth.

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All that night a single weak bulb had chased away the darkness, until, from a slit window high above the morning light filtered in. Short of anything better to do Tori estimated the time, guessing that it had to be between six thirty and seven in the morning. And I'm contracted until ten on Monday morning, so I have around twenty eight hours left here. The previous day her travel time had been incorporated into the forty eight booked and partially paid for. I just hope that I can hold it together until tomorrow morning she thought as the throbbing in her tits and nipples resurged in time with the agony raging in her cunt.

That had been hours earlier, now she was released, but still bound, and sitting uncomfortably in the back of a 4?-4 that was bouncing its way deep into the forest.

The stench of stale urine filled her nostrils, and she felt sick to remember that it wasn't her own. Andi had drenched her, delighting in the humiliation as she made the restrained black girl drink.