It was all just too much.

And she knew that she wasn’t going to be able to take much more of it.

She felt her head slumping forward. So good.

The blackness.

Just what she needed.

Just like she wished daddy would do it.

When she woke up again, she was on a bed.

Chained and spread eagled on her stomach.

Her hands were attached to the upper ends of the headboard, while her legs were attached to the bottoms.

She could hardly move in this position.

And yet, she didn’t seem to mind.

It was kind of getting to her to be their prisoner.

And she had to confess that she loved that feeling.

Really loved it. And hoped that somehow she would be able to show them how much …

She heard the door open.

It was Laney.

Christina was able to turn her head.

Once again, she was taken with the rightness of Laney’s body, set off with her stockings, high heels and leather outfit.

Laney sat down on the side of the bed and put an open palm right on Laney’s tender ass.

“Ohhh…”

“How does it feel now,” Laney asked, softly, sounding friendlier than she had before.

“I… I…”

“Yes… baby… I know… just relax… you’ve been so good… just relax now…”

“I’m… so… ooohhh…”

Christina giggled.

Yes…

She was sore, but that was all right.

That was the way she was supposed to feel.

After all… she’d been through quite a dose of fucking and punishment…

And now she was ready for a little pleasure…

She continued to hold on to Christina’s ass and then, when she knew that the girl was going to be all right, she began to make slow swirls on it with her hand…

“Yes… baby… so good… so good… just relax… just relax and let it happen to you…”

“I… I…”

“Ssshhhh… don’t speak… you don’t have to speak…”

Now, she was taking her hand off Christina’s ass and reaching for the bottle of baby oil.