Janice winced as her stocking-clad knees scraped over the rough gravel. The sharp stones stabbed into her flesh, sending tiny flashes of pain into her legs and hands. As Jim led her by the dog chain toward the house, he used the riding crop on her ass and the backs of her thighs, where the flesh was exposed just above the tops of the stockings.
Jan jerked with each hot sting of the whip. One blow struck her between her thighs, landing directly on her cunt mound. Jan froze for a split-second, clamping her legs together so fast and tight that she trapped the tip of the whip against her pussy.
Jim yanked it out.
He struck her again, this time across both tight cheeks.
"Keep moving, pet," he ordered.
Jan moaned and turned her head backward at the sound of Jim's voice. She chewed on the ball between her lips and made protesting sounds. The whip was striking her harder and harder as they made their way slowly over the gravel driveway to the front door, and she was becoming more and more worried that Jim would go overboard.
Bound and blindfolded like this, there was utterly nothing Jan could do to stop him.
And her heart skipped a beat as she realized that there was nothing she could do to stop anybody else, either.
"Move, damn you!" Jim commanded.
The riding crop slashed across her upper arm, stunning the young woman with surprise. She had expected another sting on her ass or thighs. But this one, striking her arm through the material of the sleeves, stung so much worse for being a surprise.
She groaned and threw both hands forward. Her left palm jammed down on a sharp corner of rock. She stumbled, falling over onto her side.
"Get up," he barked.
Slowly, sniffling, Jan got back onto her hands and knees. She began moving forward again, taking the necessary short little steps with her cuffed hands and feet.
"Steps just ahead," Jim warned her.
Jan moved hesitantly. She reached forward gingerly with both hands to find the front of the bottom step. She placed both hands on the step and sighed with relief.
Thank God that trip over the gravel was finished, she thought. Jan prayed that Jim wouldn't keep her bound all night, and make her go back to the car the same way they had come to the house at the end of all this.
She climbed the steps on her hands and knees. Jim didn't whip her once during the whole climb, but she could feel the tip of the crop rubbing up under her body against her cunt, trying to work the panties between her pussy lips.
It felt kind of nice, in a very kinky way.
She took every small opportunity to press her cunt back onto the firm whip, thrilling to the electric jolt that shot through her when she succeeded in rubbing her swollen clit against it.
"Stop."
She stopped. She listened to the distant muffled sound of a beautifully tuned door chime when Jim pressed the button. After a fairly long wait, the door swung slowly open.
"Good evening, sir," a husky voice said.
It sent shivers of anticipation through Jan's body. This was it! Once inside this house, she was lost to the real world forever. Here, there would be only Jim's friends – people she had never met, and probably never would meet and know them.
"Good evening, Jenkins," Jim said formally.
A slight tap of the whip told Janice that she was supposed to move forward into the hallway. She did so, completely embarrassed in her knowledge that some other man was seeing her like this. She felt totally humiliated.
But her cunt was on fire, and her nipples were swollen so fucking big and hard that they felt like they were about to explode, like over ripe tomatoes suddenly squeezed too hard.
She felt a tug on the collar around her slender throat and halted.
"Are we the first to arrive, Jenkins?"
"Second, sir," the butler replied.
Jan heard a sharp click as a pair of heavy doors were opened, then pushed inward. A tug on her collar made her move forward into the room.
"Ah, Jim," a cheery voice called from across the room.
Jan could hear the friendly roar of a hearty fire in the fireplace, and the room was pleasantly warm. She could sense the muffling effect of heavy drapes. The carpet under her hands and knees was thick and soft, and a great pleasure to crawl on after the painful trip across the rough stones of the driveway.
"Hello, Don. I see you've brought your little pony."
"Obedient little beast she is, too. But you'll see, later. And this must be your dog." Jan winced and grunted as the collar suddenly tightened about her throat. She was lifted up off her hands by a sharp yank, then dropped back down onto them.
Her throat throbbed at the rough treatment. "Yes, a slim little bitch. Not broken – yet." Jan was worried. Why all of this phoniness in the men's speech? What kind of game were they playing among themselves? And what did they mean by a "pony"?
"Harry said he was bringing a rider, didn't he?"
"Yes, but you know Harry," the cheery voice laughed.
Jim laughed too, and Jan felt the tugging again. She followed him where he led.
She felt her future husband kneel beside her. She expected a comforting whisper, but instead she felt Jim tying the dog chain around the leg of a chair. He pulled the chain up short so that Jan was forced to remain there with her face close to the floor.
She sighed as she felt him stand up and walk away.
She was going to be here, crouching like this, for quite a while, she guessed. No use making myself even more uncomfortable, she thought.
She slipped over onto her side and curled up, just like the good little doggie she was.
Jim and Don walked over to the ponygirl. She was a beautiful young brunette with a long flowing mane of thick, soft hair. Her back was bare between her shoulder blades, but down over the small of her back a delicate English riding saddle had been strapped very tightly. Her ass curved upward and her perfectly formed ass cheeks thrust high and naked, the crack between them deep and tight.
She was hobbled in much the same manner as Janice. Her wrists were cuffed together, and so were her slim ankles. She wore high-heeled black shoes though, and a pair of black stockings. The garter belt was actually part of the strap for the saddle around her trim waist, and her bare ass was in stark white contrast to the surrounding black of her stockings and saddle.
Her mouth had been fitted with a bit and reins, and the long thin straps of the reins hung downward in a graceful curve, one on either side of the young woman's lovely face, and then curved back upward, where they were wrapped together around the pommel of the saddle.
"She's ready for breaking, Jim. A sturdy young filly, with an obstinate streak in her a mile long. Should be quite an evening."
"Yes. I've brought along my pet, and she hasn't been house broken, as I said. We'll have to teach her the proper techniques, I guess," Jim said, slapping the riding crop lightly against his leg.
"Here, let me see that whip, Jim," Don said, holding out his hand.
Jim let him take it, then stepped back and enjoyed the brief scene. Don, without giving any real warning to his ponygirl, suddenly slashed the firm crop downward across her bare ass checks.
The girl screamed into her gagging bit and lurched forward, jerking her wrists painfully against the cold steel of the handcuffs. Her ass wiggled wildly as the burning pain worked deep into hr ass. Both men enjoyed the spectacle of the wiggling young ass and the rapidly swelling welt, growing fat and bright red against her smooth checks.
She fought the stinging pain quickly, and tightened herself into her motionless pony post. Her ass cheeks quivered briefly as she awaited the next blow.
But Don handed the crop back to Jim.
"Nice," was all he said.
The two men walked over to the comfortable chairs next to the fireplace and sat down. They admired the two young women. Jan was resting on her side as best she could, with the dog chain tied to the leg of a very solid old chair. And Patty, Don's ponygirl, crouched on her hands and knees, saddled and ready. She wore a pair of blinders that cut off all sight.
She was rocking back and forth on her hands and knees, very slightly.
"Keep still, Patty," Don ordered.
Patty froze.
Jim smiled at Don in appreciation. Don waved a hand casually. Both men relaxed and waited for the rest of the company to arrive.
It was time for the annual party. No one had ever given it a proper name. The men involved brought their dates and performed them, rather like animals in a show, for their company's founder and chairman of the board, John Wellington.
Wellington used the small circus to weed out his executives. Any man with insufficient willpower to talk a young lady into performing at the party was not the kind of material John Wellington wanted on his team.
And, to be quite honest, most of the executives had found Wellington's procedure more than a little bit interesting. They enjoyed the fucking hell out of it, in fact.
It had become a challenge to bring the most beautiful young girl to the party, to bring the young woman who would perform the most outrageous acts.
And much to the men's surprise, it had become a relatively easy matter to obtain the ladies. A startling number of young women, in these newly liberated times, were as confused as the men over their new roles in society. They longed, if only subconsciously, to return to those simpler, more fundamental days when a man was a man and a woman knew her place beside him, or at his heels.
Or under them.
Jim had never expected to find such a woman in his own fiance. But Janice had come along very swiftly, from that first evening Jim had suggested a sexy little bondage game to enhance their fucking.
And Janice had gone absolutely wild. Her arms were twisted under her writhing body, bound tightly together at her wrists and pulled almost together at her elbows. She was whimpering and moaning in wild abandon as Jim fucked in and out of her gushing twat hole, filling her womb so full of spunk that it literally splashed back out of her cunt hole with each hard thrust of his cock.
Since then they had delved deeper and deeper into their game, finding it to be an excellent outlet for their basic confusion and his frustration on the job.
Dan had found pretty much the same thing to be true of his girl, Patty. Petite and dark, little Patty was the perfect ponygirl, docile beyond belief. Don had already asked her to marry him, and to his utter delight, Patty had accepted.
Jim and Janice had been engaged for several months.
John Wellington slapped Jenny's face hard, sending her reeling backward onto the king-sized bed. She bounced, then threw herself over onto her tummy as she scrambled away from the man. Her knees dug into the mattress in her mad rush to heave herself across the bed.
John thrust his hand out and caught the youngster's ankle, and hauled her back to the foot of the bed.
"Fucking little bitch!" he whispered harshly at her.
He grabbed her other ankle and forced her to flop over onto her back again. Her blouse was ripped open down the front, exposing her small bra cups, her tiny little nipple nubbins swollen and poking into the soft silken cups in her wild excitement.
"You rotten filthy little fuckhole whore," John growled at her again.
Jenny, just a youngster, gulped hard. Her cheek was bright red where John's palm had struck so fucking hard. She reached up and tenderly stroked the warm flesh.
"Stand up here in front of me, Jenny," John commanded.
Sniffling a little bit, the young teenager did as she was ordered. She slipped off the bed. John didn't step one inch backward to give her room, either. She straightened up, her bra cups pressing against his chest, they were so close together.
"Take that fucking blouse off, I told you," he said.
Jenny brought both hands up protectively over her young breasts, drawing the ripped material over them.
"I have to go home, Mr. Wellington," the youngster murmured very softly.
She lowered her eyes, and instantly John's hand shot out, striking her pretty face again. Before she could to anything but jerk her face to tbe right, John backhanded her other cheek, slapping her face to the left.
Jenny whimpered. She gulped hard.
"Please, Mr. Wellington, I really should be going home, now. It's getting very late, sir," Jenny whimpered, her voice breaking.
She didn't have to go anywhere, she knew. But this was part of her purchase price, the excellent acting. She would be here not only for tonight, but for the next two weeks.
She sighed, thinking about her boy friend and his rather odd method of obtaining his money. She felt like a damned whore, sometimes.
But thoughts of Gary made her strengthen her resolve to go through with this awful nightmare, and take whatever this monster dealt out to her young body.
All for Gary.
Damn him!
But she knew this was the surest way to a solid stable job for her real lover. And Jenny loved stability – and a large income – more than she disliked this temporary madness.
She didn't realize that once she let herself go, she would become firmly addicted to violent treatment, and learn to love her submissive role above everything else in her life. "Please let me go home, Mr. Wellington." John grabbed the front of her ripped blouse and hauled her tiny body close to his own huge frame. He glared down into her lovely deep blue eyes, and snorted.
"Stupid little shit," he whispered harshly to her. He pushed the torn material back off her slender little shoulders, and skinned it down her arms. Jenny felt her body wobbling from side to side as John yanked at the tightly buttoned cuffs, trying to pull them off her wrists.
"Please don't strip me, sir," Jenny whined sexily in her little girl voice. She could see what was turning her boy friend's new boss on, and she was determined to play her part to the best of her considerable abilities.
"Shut your little fucking trap, bitch," John commanded her.
Jenny felt her cuff buttons pop, and the blouse slipped from her hands. She saw John throw the wadded material behind him, and she closed her eyes when he grabbed her bare upper arms and whirled her body around.
His hands ripped and clawed at the strap across her back. The hook broke in his hands and Jenny felt the tight bra cups slip away from her breast mounds.
John quickly stripped the shoulder straps of the bra down over the child's bony shoulders, and threw the tiny garment away.
Jenny gulped as John gripped her arms again and whirled her back to face him.
John breathed hard as he saw the young girl's beautiful tits, capped with the most delicate little nipples he'd ever seen. Jenny's budding nipples were lovely pale brown, and right now they were like hard stones, erect and crinkled in her excitement.
John stared for a long moment at her stunning young breasts. Jenny arched her back and pulled her arms and shoulders back a bit to accent the up-thrusting cones, riding high on her chest. John reached out and cupped one tit mound.
Jenny moaned at the first touch of his hand, and nearly forgot her role.
Her instinct was to throw herself onto John's body and help him to rape her cunt.
She held back. She felt his hand cupping and massaging her warm breast. The man's thumb rubbed very tenderly over her hard nipple, sending thrilling jolts of pleasure deep into her body.
She purred quietly.
John reluctantly let go of her tit and lowered his hands to the belt around the waist of her pretty skirt.
Jenny sucked in her tummy hard as she felt the man's fingers tickling her waist. She stood perfectly still as he slipped the cloth belt free of her skirt and tied one of the loose ends around her wrist.
So, he really was going to tie her up! Jenny had hoped that Gary had been exaggerating just a little bit when he'd told her about what would be expected of her.
She had a momentary twinge of regret. She almost wished she was back in high school, bored and restless in class as she waited for the final bell to ring.
But she wasn't. She was here, and this was very real.
The skirt slipped down over her legs as the zipper opened over her hip bone. John felt his heart pounding faster and harder. The young girl knew her place. She remained still, merely whimpering quietly as she felt her body, being stripped of her lovely clothes.
She saw the man kneel and touch her ankle. She obediently lifted her delicate foot and let him pull her skirt away. She felt his hand wrap fully about one ankle and shift it slightly aside. She got the message, and moved her long bare legs wide apart.
John found himself down on his knees in front of the pretty child, staring directly into her panty-clad cunt. He licked his lips. He could smell the heady odor of her youthful pussy. The beautiful cunt mound puffed out the front of her panties.
He saw the rich brown muff of cunt hair under the transparent panties, a few soft curls peeking out under the tight elastic of her leg holes.
His cock was ramrod hard.
He quickly pulled it out of his pants.
He wanted to be ready when the time came.
John lifted his hands and wrapped them around Jenny's bare thighs, feeling the soft smooth warm skin at the backs of her legs, high up where her tight ass cheeks curved back to her legs.
Jenny knew what was coming and she arched her cunt forward, offering her full cunt lips to John's mouth. He pressed his lips against the silky material of the front of Jenny's tautly packed panties, and kissed and licked and sucked at the moist silk.
Jenny put her hands on top of the man's head for balance.
But the touch of her hands angered him. He stood up suddenly, grabbed the child under her arms and heaved her backward onto the bed. In a wild frenzy John tore her panties down her legs. He pulled at her shoes and socks, and finally Jenny lay on his huge bed, completely naked. Her chest heaved hard, and her hot breasts rose and fell rapidly as she felt herself being forced over onto her tummy.
John clawed at her wrists, forcing her to twist her arms behind her back, and he bound her hands together with the cloth belt from her skirt.
Jenny winced as the tightness of the cord cut off the circulation of blood to her hands, and her fingers began to tingle almost immediately.
John flipped her small body over again and leaped from the bed. From a closet he brought out a couple of lengths of strong leather cord and made quick work of binding the child's legs wide open, dragging her ankles down to the corners of the big bed.
Jenny moaned at the pain of the taut strain in her hips, where her thighs were pulled out from her body at sharp angles.
John threw himself down between the hot young girl's quaking thighs and, without pause, pressed his face into the lush moist forest of her cunt mound, burying his lips and nose deep into the soft curls of brown hair. His tongue shot out and sliced between Jenny's cunt lips, scooping out a mouthful of sweet-tasting pussy juice.
He gulped it down and went back for more. Already Jenny could feel her clit swelling in response to the tongue-licking and sucking she was getting. Her pussy seemed to blossom open under John's expert tongue.
He could smell the powerful fragrance of her juices as they began to really flow. He grinned and dove deeper into her wet channel, licking and gobbling wildly.
Jenny tightened her ass and slowly lifted her cunt up to John's face. She began moving her ass in slow circles, grinding her oozing twat mound hard against his loving face.
The juice gushing from Jenny's taut pussy lips was absolutely delicious. Her youthful fluids were sweet and thick John lapped at the beautiful slit, smearing his face all over in the wet hair between the child's wide-spread legs.
Jenny's ass flexed, lifted her cunt mound high from the mattress under her body. She ground her cunt against the man's eagerly sucking mouth.
She moaned with pleasure.
"Oh, it feels so nice, Mr. Wellington," she murmured, her voice husky and sexy.
John nipped her pussy lips hard with his teeth. He heard the child suck in a loud lung full of air at the sharp pain. He burrowed his chin deep between her twat lips, working the lips open with his cheeks so that his tongue could work freely within the hot wet cavern. He found the swollen little bud of Jenny's hardened clit and sucked it between his teeth.
Jenny whimpered in lust as she felt the man's teeth gnawing lightly at her sensitive bud.
Her hips jerked spasmodically. She thrust her cunt and clit hard into John's nuzzling loving mouth.
John's hands crawled slowly upward over the teenager's bare sides, his palms stroking the smooth moist skin as they moved toward her young breasts.
Jenny arched her back hard, mashing her tits into John's cupping hands as she felt her knockers covered with his warm fingers.
John gripped both tits tightly, gouging his fingernails into the soft firm mounds, digging his thumbs under the soft slopes beneath them. Jenny winced and shifted on the bed.
Briefly she fought the cord binding her wrists under the body. It was a useless fight, and she soon gave it up. Her nipples itched in John's hands. Her sharp little nipple buds drilled into the centers of his palms. She rubbed and twisted, trying to scratch her itching nipples firmly against his hands.
John helped her. He clawed and kneaded the smooth silken apples of her breasts, mashing the heels of his thumbs into the hard nipples.
"Ohh, Mr. Wellington!" Jenny cried out.
She began moving under his hands and lips. Slowly at first, then with more and wilder abandon, the young but sexy child rolled her head from side to side on the bed, until her long brunette hair was flying insanely about, lashing from side to side and covering her lovely face in a cloud of brown silk.
A glistening sheen of sweat broke out on her tender skin. She thrashed around violently, humping her cunt into John's sucking mouth, trying to shove her throbbing clit right down the man's throat.
Her ankles were rubbed raw by the tight cords that held them so wide apart. Her thighs ached from the strain of the stretched position. Her arms ached.
But her nipples throbbed with pleasure. Her cunt itched and quivered and jerked as John tongued her higher and higher in his and her lusty pleasure.
John's cock was throbbing madly. It was iron-hard and ready for the fucking plunge in to the girl's steaming cunt hole.
His mouth was filled with the sweet taste of her cunt juices. He lifted his face and watched her thrash madly about.
"Oh, please! Don't stop! Please suck my cunt, Mr. Wellington. You do it so good. Ohh, oh, please suck my pussy, sir," Jenny begged as she threw her head and humped the air.
John snorted and pressed his lips back onto her clit.
He sucked hard on the swollen, burning nubbin of flesh buried in her loose, wet cunt lips. He heard her long, drawn-out sigh of pleasure. He felt her body grow stiff and taut as she arched in one long slow curve of beautiful young girlhood. And he yanked his kneading hands from her small tits as he felt the first wave of her climax wash over her body, and grabbed her ass cheeks so he could keep his lips locked to her twat as she bounced.
Jenny felt the orgasmic wave hit.
Her body lifted high and locked into a taut arch of pleasure.
"Ahhhhmmmm!" she cried out, her fingers clawing at the mattress under the swell of her arched back. Her body jerked hard, trembling uncontrollably at John's sucking mouth. Her clit twitched and gushed between John's nipping teeth.
"God! God! God!" Jenny gasped over and over. She felt her breasts jiggling violently as her hot cunt juice gushed into John's sucking mouth. His tongue lashed her clit back and forth as she came, driving her even higher into pleasure.
Her clit seemed to grow as she moaned loudly, humped John's face with her pussy.
Her legs twitched and jerked in the tight bonds, trying to clamp around John's head to keep him in place. Jenny wanted this great gushing come to never, never, end!
Her cunt flooded with juices and John sucked them out of her hole as fast as the sweet channel filled. The tasty cunt fluid was ambrosia to his hungry mouth.
John's cock was leaking fluids, too. It ached, and he longed to ram it home into Jenny's tight pussy slit.
He held onto her clit with his teeth, nipping and chewing on the exquisitely sensitive bud. Jenny was lashing her face with her long hair now, in her frenzy to come even harder.
Her body humped and pumped hard into John's face, mashing her soaked cunt into his mouth.
John tickled the child's clit hard with the tip of his tongue, forcing her body into a tighter, tauter arc of shuddering pleasure.
"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! Ohhhh! Uh! Mmmn! Oh, Mr. Wellington, please fuck me. Please! Please fuck me with your cock, sir!"
John heard the pleading of the child's lowly husky voice. He drank another mouthful of pussy juice from her young twat hole, then lifted his head slightly.
She was drenched in sweat. She was thrashing about so wildly that John thought she might wrench her thighs right out of their sockets. Her cunt was smeared and matted with her beautiful gooey juice and his saliva.
He suddenly heaved upward and scrambled up along her naked, bound body. His lips clamped down over her tiny delicate mouth, forcing her lips apart as his tongue thrust deep inside.
Jenny gasped and sucked on his tongue as she felt the head of John's cock press against her wet pussy lips.
Her ass slammed down onto the bed. His cock dove down after her cunt. The head of his prick bashed into her open drooling snatch and, at the same moment, Jenny shoved her ass high, ramming John's hard dork all the way into her tight cunt hole.
"Mmffgghh," the child cried out, her mouth filled with John's tongue, her twat hole filled with his prick.
Her cuntal walls clenched and sucked at the impaling rod of cock meat. John crushed the girl's pussy mound with his balls, grinding the base of his huge fuck pole onto her still tingling clit.
John pulled his prick out. Jenny grunted and groaned, and caught his tongue tighter with her teeth and lips, sucking hard, her thighs clenched as best they could, bound so far apart, trying to keep the man's big cock inside her hole.
John rammed suddenly back up her pussy tube, ramming the head of his dork into the very depths of her hotly sucking cunt.
Jenny gasped. She squeezed her cunt lips together as tightly as she could and ground her clit against the topside of John's hard-pounding cock.
She felt his immense dick pole sliding in and out, slowly at first. John took deep, slow strokes in and out. He increased his speed. His cock was incredibly huge for the youngster. Her boy friend's cock – which she had sampled many times – was a dwarf compared to the size of John's pole.
She loved it!
She sucked hard on the man's thrusting tongue until he pulled it back, sucked her tongue into his mouth. She winced as she felt his rough biting and gnawing on her tongue. John's teeth bashed against hers, hurting her as they mashed her soft wet lips hard against her sharp teeth.
His cock hammered in and out of her sizzling, gushing twat hole. She shook and quivered madly under his pumping body.
John felt his balls grow hard and heavy. He could feel the point of no return approaching quickly. His body bounced hard atop the little girl's small young body, smearing her sweat all over her breasts and belly and face.
Jenny humped and lifted and bounced wildly under John's body. She groaned and whimpered. Her tongue ached painfully, her arms bound and aching, her ankles rubbing raw in the tight cords binding them to the corners of the bed.
Her body loved it, too.
She longed to feel his huge pumping dark ramming and raping her cunt hole forever.
John bit down hard on the little girl's tongue, so soft and smooth in his mouth. He felt his balls tighten up suddenly, and his dork rammed deep, locking into the child's squeezing cunt hole.
His body slammed her down hard onto the bed, and his dork blasted her cunt with the first burning spurts of his spunk.
Jenny cried out. She pulled her face away, tore her tongue from the man's teeth, and screamed loudly with pleasure. Jenny threw her head back as far as she could, her pretty face matted with thick strands of her soaked brown hair. She screamed and gasped, screamed and grunted, as John fucked the hell out of her tight twat hole.
"Ahhhh! Ohhhh, God! Fuck me hard! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Jenny screamed and shrieked, her body taut and shuddering violently as she felt her pulsating cunt channel filling with John's endless supply of hot come.
She filled, up quickly, and his spunk gushed and splashed out around the base of his dork, drenching his nuts, soaking her cunt hair thoroughly with each outward yank and each inward slam.
"God," John muttered against the child's hotly flushed neck. This was the best fuck he'd had in many years. His cock had never felt harder, the release never more satisfying or pleasurable.
His cock blasted the teenager's cunthole. Her cunt gushed in a second, lesser, come that shook her madly.
And finally, they both locked together tightly, clamping cunt and cock together as the last gushes of come flooded into the child's squeezing pussy channel.
Slowly they both relaxed. John's cock remained hard and long, stuck deep up the young girl's hot wet hole.
"Golly!" Jenny exclaimed. She sighed. Her hot breasts rose and fell gently in a slightly ragged rhythm as her pounding heart slowly calmed down.
John lay on top of her, his full weight crushing her small body into the mattress.
Jenny loved the feel of that weight. It was comforting. And the fact that John hadn't done such horribly painful things to her after made her relax fully.
She knew she could really learn to love this kind of treatment.
Damn right!