Irontown 3
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‘I can promise they’ll be a lot of slave flesh in my pictures from now on… ahhh… Perhaps I can combine the two… umm… showing girls working with old machines…eeeh… maybe in the countryside as it once was… girl powered trains above ground where anybody can see them… ohhh…. the way it would be if the whole country was like Shackleswell… a sort of slave idyll… uhhhh…. please Adam… Master… can you finish me off now!’
Jane was bent naked over the end of the master bed with her legs spread and her ankles strapped to its front feet and her upper body stretched out across it by chains bound to her wrists pulling her arms towards the headboard. A strap about her throat hung from the extended headboard rack held her head up. Spiked balls were hung from her nipples which swung and danced about and deliciously pricked her hot heavy breasts. Her bottom was already red from a brisk pre-interview spanking.
Adam abandoned the recorder which was resting on her bare back and began pumping his stiff young cock even faster and further up her greased rectum, reaching under her and cupping and squeezing her breasts. He felt hard and masterful and perfect inside her.
Here she could be a both a tool and a part. She would be her own woman, both a dominating mistress and a submissive slave. She had learned that you had to adapt to survive and that it was possible to enjoy both giving and receiving mastery without shame or guilt.
The simple truth was, Jane realized, that once the iron had got deep inside you, it never really left.
THE END
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve