Alexan...Loyal Bitch, whimpers softly as she is dragged along by her hair, her mind still struggling to comprehend. She has been a good girl, tried to obey as best she can, why does he continue to torture her. She fails to realize that pain is not a punishment, or a penalty as much as<i>the point</i>as often as not. Still, she follows on all fours, her hair pulled tight.<br/><br/>She looks back stage, and for a moment, there is a note of incredible sadness that echoes through both their minds.<i>I've never been to the Opera...</i>. She knows that she never will, not truly. Not to watch it, even as a pet sitting on her haunches in the aisle, free from pain and spectacle. She has, in the span of less than an hour, been to the two finest places she has ever been in, and both of them will likely be burned in her mind as places of horror and shame.<br/><br/>When she's pierced, the girl screams each time, panting softly when they're done, squirming fitfully while the woman pleasures her - experiencing her true climax, savoring the feeling before obediently burying her face between the woman's legs.