"It's kind of a variation on an old theme. I think you'll find the modifications fun," Mike said, winking at her.

"Fun? You, you bastard!" she sputtered, pulling back at the pillory as more hot tears of shame rolled down her face.

Mike laughed again as he positioned the stool under her ass. Carla shamed herself again, she felt, knowing her pussy was creaming with excitement. He rubbed his fingers up and down over her swollen labes, rubbing them together and up against her clit. Carla wriggled against the offending fingers, wishing she could tear herself from the pillory and rush from the room. But there was nothing she could do. The woman felt wave after wave of unspeakable humiliation flowing through her, knowing Mike understood just how aroused she was!

"And I'm not going to just sit and watch you fuck yourself," he said, moving his fingers away and starting to push the woman down onto the dildo.

Carla fought him as best she could, shrugging her shoulders, tensing her thighs and struggling upward against his hands. But nothing could stop him.

"You're going to suck me off, Carla. That's right," he said, smiling at her as she shot him an angry, defiant glance. "I'm gonna get this cock down your throat. And believe me, you're going to enjoy this as much as I will."

Carla couldn't believe what he said. Suck his cock? He had to be out of his mind if he taught she would enjoy something like that!

"Now, you can tell me if you like what's happening to you so far. You want to suck my cock?"

"No!"

Carla shouted out the answer defiantly.

He backhanded her with a sharp slap, the force snapping Carla's head to one side. She fought back the tears, looking straight into Mike's eyes.