The Bachmann-Palin-O'Donnell Overdrive
Michele Bachmann moaned and screamed around the ball gag as Sarah Palin's lash left another angry red weal across her buttocks. She thrashed within the confines of her iron fetters, but they were tested for a much heavier weight than hers, and neither the floor nor the ceiling in which they were embedded so much as creaked.
Sarah put down her aching whip arm and inspected her handiwork: a latticework of red marks across Michele's ass and the backs of her thighs. In her 6" platform heels, she strode over to the Minnesota senator, slipped her fingers between the latter's spread thighs, and plunged one finger in and out of Michele's cunt in a way that made a loud and embarrassing squish-squish-squish sound.
"Ooh. Looks like we've gotten ya all worked up, you betcha!" the ex-governor said. "I think we oughta get our little doggie to lap all this up! CHRISTINE!!"
Metal tags jingled as Christine O'Donnell trotted into the dungeon on all fours. The collar from the tags depended was black leather with pointy iron studs. The only other things she wore were retriever-golden ears and tail, the former on a headband, the latter at the end of a buttplug inserted into her anus.
Christine stopped and knelt at Sarah's feet and raised her head, eyes imploring and tongue hanging out. Sarah patted the Delaware politician's head a few times, then pointed at Michele. "Go lap it up, girl!"
Christine ambled over to the quivering figure hanging from the ceiling. She rose on her knees in front of Michele and sniffed at the latter's shaved, stickied quim. Then she began to lap at it.
Michele groaned and writhed as Christine's tongue worked its way deeper into her shame cave. Hours of teasing and torment at the hands of the Alaskan domme had left the Minnesotan on the brink of orgasm, and it didn't take too many licks and laps and slurps before she screamed again around her gag and went into a series of ferocious spasms. Finally she hung limp in her bonds as Christine licked up the last of her she-cum.
"GOOOOD GIRRRLLL!" Sarah crooned. "C'mere, girl!"
Christine trotted obediently back over to Sarah, who squatted and said, "And now you're gonna get to clean ME up! Doggies like to eat poop, don't they?"
A look of distaste crossed Christine's features, but she obediently lay face-up on the floor. A stiletto heel clicked the parquet on either side of her head, and Sarah squatted until her anus had sufficient clearance. A long snake of shit emerged from it, dark-red with the bilirubin of small children.
Sarah grimaced and contracted her brown-eye, and the link dropped into Christine's open mouth. She chomped a few times, then swallowed with a hard blink that left her eyes full of tears.
Sarah laughed evilly. "Betcha wish you'd stayed home and masturbated, huh?"
Sarah put down her aching whip arm and inspected her handiwork: a latticework of red marks across Michele's ass and the backs of her thighs. In her 6" platform heels, she strode over to the Minnesota senator, slipped her fingers between the latter's spread thighs, and plunged one finger in and out of Michele's cunt in a way that made a loud and embarrassing squish-squish-squish sound.
"Ooh. Looks like we've gotten ya all worked up, you betcha!" the ex-governor said. "I think we oughta get our little doggie to lap all this up! CHRISTINE!!"
Metal tags jingled as Christine O'Donnell trotted into the dungeon on all fours. The collar from the tags depended was black leather with pointy iron studs. The only other things she wore were retriever-golden ears and tail, the former on a headband, the latter at the end of a buttplug inserted into her anus.
Christine stopped and knelt at Sarah's feet and raised her head, eyes imploring and tongue hanging out. Sarah patted the Delaware politician's head a few times, then pointed at Michele. "Go lap it up, girl!"
Christine ambled over to the quivering figure hanging from the ceiling. She rose on her knees in front of Michele and sniffed at the latter's shaved, stickied quim. Then she began to lap at it.
Michele groaned and writhed as Christine's tongue worked its way deeper into her shame cave. Hours of teasing and torment at the hands of the Alaskan domme had left the Minnesotan on the brink of orgasm, and it didn't take too many licks and laps and slurps before she screamed again around her gag and went into a series of ferocious spasms. Finally she hung limp in her bonds as Christine licked up the last of her she-cum.
"GOOOOD GIRRRLLL!" Sarah crooned. "C'mere, girl!"
Christine trotted obediently back over to Sarah, who squatted and said, "And now you're gonna get to clean ME up! Doggies like to eat poop, don't they?"
A look of distaste crossed Christine's features, but she obediently lay face-up on the floor. A stiletto heel clicked the parquet on either side of her head, and Sarah squatted until her anus had sufficient clearance. A long snake of shit emerged from it, dark-red with the bilirubin of small children.
Sarah grimaced and contracted her brown-eye, and the link dropped into Christine's open mouth. She chomped a few times, then swallowed with a hard blink that left her eyes full of tears.
Sarah laughed evilly. "Betcha wish you'd stayed home and masturbated, huh?"