As if it was a signal the armored man had been waiting, as Miri began opening her legs by her own will the four hands began moving her closer to the figure. Miri's torturer took advantage of her opening her legs to lower her as he moved one leg forward and knelt on the other knee, sitting her with his leg between her legs, letting her sensitive sex rest against the cold and beautifully engraved metal. The hands on her breasts continued to play with her skin and her nipples, while the hand grabbing her arms and playing with her pussy moved to her hips.<br/><br/>The hands felt soft and tender against her flesh as they began moving her back and forward over the leg, her sex and cunt brushing along the different engravings of the metal. A rose here, a spine there, a dozen different forms for her holes to move over, some  long enough to push inside them as he moved her slowly, his hands firms against her hips. The ones on her breast helping pull her closer and pull her away, graving her breast with enough strength.<br/><br/>After a few times back and forward Miri could feel something piercing the back of her beck, it was not painful but it stung, the feeling increased as a new wave of pleasure began moving on her body, a new aphrodisiac being injected directly into her nervous system as were the images of Jordan's fight and defeat, flowing slowly into her brain to mix.<strong>"I was told you wanted to know how did your friend did."</strong>