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razor-sharp tips painted the same blood-red scarlet as herfavourite clothes. When the redhead only held her hand against Lucy’s spine, pushing the heel of her palm firmly down, it took a moment to realise that her bound breasts were being pressed against the coarse table top.
    As soon as she realised how Ginger was trying to punish her, the discomfort returned in a fresh, debilitating shock wave. Her breasts were squeezed forcefully between her and the table top and her nipples ground hard against the rough-hewn surface.
    â€˜Are you going to apologise?’ Ginger asked sweetly.
    Lucy was disquieted to feel the chain between her legs moving again. The weight was no longer suspended from her labia and, while that should have given her a measure of relief, she knew it would be stupidly optimistic to give in to such a hope. Ginger took a second eight-ounce weight from the table and, without needing to look behind her, Lucy knew the redhead was attaching it to the first.
    She considered trying to beg for leniency but knew the words would never make it past her lips. She whimpered miserably into her gag and braced herself for the excruciating explosion that was about to happen.
    â€˜I’ll teach you what happens to bitches who beg the master for favours,’ Ginger growled.
    She released her hold on the two eight-ounce weights and they dropped down with brutal, violent force. Her pussy lips felt as though they were being stretched like bungee ropes and the anguish wrenched its way through her sex in a relentless, delicious torment. Lucy was struggling hard not to cry out and it took a heroic effort to maintain her silence.
    Ginger slapped her backside and reached past Lucy for another pair of weights. Her fingers brushed against a mallet and some staples but she pushedthem to one side as her fingertips scrabbled for their prize. ‘I’ll teach you what happens to fuckwits who abuse the master’s generosity,’ she hissed.
    â€˜Ginger!’ Donald exclaimed.
    The redhead winced and apologised beneath his thunderous frown.
    â€˜Do you want me to make you change places with her?’ he demanded.
    The concept clearly terrified Ginger because she cowered from the threat, repeating her apology and begging him to forgive her. Lucy considered the idea for a moment, wondering how badly she might be tempted to abuse Ginger if she was given the chance. It was difficult to concentrate on anything other than the anguish and suffering of her current predicament but this idea was so appealing it made her smile around her gag.
    Clearly unhappy, Donald pushed the blonde from his lap and directed her to simply suck him again. Watching over her shoulder, Lucy saw she was lapping her own juices from the quivering length of the master’s erection.
    â€˜It used to be so different,’ Donald reflected sadly. ‘There was a time when the other barons and I didn’t have to keep our activities hidden away inside windowless rooms, or save them as a weekend recreation. We used to practise our entertainment seven days a week, whenever and wherever we pleased.’
    His voice had taken on a melancholy lilt that seemed at odds with the pleasure the blonde was obviously imparting.
    â€˜Nowadays, between the civil rights mongrels, the women’s liberation and the blasted trade unions, it’s a wonder we haven’t all given up the game and joined the rest of the norms out there in the real world.’
    Both Lucy and Ginger listened attentively. It was rare to catch the master in such a reflective mood and his talk of the golden era, when mastery and slavery were virtually public practices, was always something they enjoyed. Lucy wished she had been in a better position to hear his reminiscences but she supposed the interlude went some way to lessening the brunt of her torment and shame. She also thought, as long as Ginger was courteously indulging the master, the redhead was less likely to be