<strong>Emma - sealing her fate</strong><br/><br/>She could nit take much more. This man, evil, vicious, was a better lover than her ex ever was. Each thrust pushed her closer to climax, each stroke edged he a little more toward sweet release.<br/><br/>Then there was pain. Each thrust brought a tug to the clamps, pulling, moving the chain and clamps up and down. She panted through the pain mixed with the sweet erotic pleasure. He was training her, showing her how wonderful pleasure mixed with a little pain could be.<br/><br/>The pressure hat built to a fever pitch inside her, she was ready to explode. As he gave the command, Emma exploded in a fury of colors. Her body flooded his cock, her moans turned to whimpers, and she bit her lip under the mask. Her honey flowed over him, coating him well.<br/><br/>He had done it, broken her defenses, made her cum for him. Emma could nit beige how easily she went down, not even one punch thrown. No verbal barbs of how she hated him. Nothing. Now she lay there, in the darkness ashamed of what she had just done.