Effie trembled with relief as she felt the straps across her arms and legs being released.  Thankfully, she rubbed the chafed flesh on her wrists, and quickly pulled her legs together in an attempt to protect her modesty.  But Effie’s relief was short-lived, as Miss Rogers pressed her face up close to her own and ordered her to open her mouth. Despite all that had transpired over the past hour, Effie could just not do it – it was not right – it shouldn’t happen.  Almost involuntarily she shook her head.<br/><br/>Immediately she felt a jolt of agony flash across her tummy, as the still raw flesh of her tattooed skin was cruelly pinched.  As she opened her mouth to scream, fingers were pinched across her nose, and she felt Miss Rogers clamp her lips across her own as a warm, wet tongue pushed itself deep into her mouth.  Effie’s arms fluttered uselessly as she tried to pry away, but she was struggling to breathe properly, and could gain no leverage a she was still firmly pinioned to the cross at her waist.  The mouth pressed to her own sucked like a vacuum, as the tongue swirled around exploring the inside of her mouth, almost pushing into the very edge of her throat.<br/><br/>Thankfully, Miss Rogers eventually pulled away, leaving Effie to cough out a large gloop of drool that slid off her chin and onto her naked breasts.  As the waist strap was finally released, Effie collapsed forwards towards the floor.<br/>