1. Melody


    Date: 6/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Males / Females, Sado-Masochism, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    five minutes and we swept into the delivery bay area at the base of the four story block and halted by the door to the basement. Moffat easily lifted Melody and as I held the doors for him we made our way into the maze of service passage ways among the foundations of the building. Two barcode entry protected doors led us to the induction suite lobby in the sub basement below the boiler room, the Lobby was dark and forbidding, and the light glowed red above the heavy steel door to the induction suite. I swiped my ID card through the barcode machine and the door swung open. Moffat guided her through the doorway into induction one, to the right a door to induction prep, to the left a door to induction two, and beyond, a row of four steel Lavatory cubicles lined the left side of the ceramic tiled room leaving a corridor maybe a yard wide to a door at the far end, the floor and lower walls were all tiled with white ceramic tiles, the upper walls and ceiling a matching garish white. He sat her on a chair while I fetched an ampoule of adrenalin and quickly injected her upper arm to bring her round. She woke and "What the fuck!" "On your feet please Miss" Moffat ordered and yanked her upright and she stumbled and blasphemed and was really rather objectionable as her guided her through to Induction Prep, the Induction preparation room. It was always easier when they were objectionable, far too often fluttering eyelashes, a graceful neck or nicely shaped breast and one felt rather ...
    guilty, but Melody was both objectionable and really rough, bloated out of condition, rather sad really. "Where are you taking me?" she asked nervously when she realised he resistance was getting her nowhere. "Here," I said, "Prep first and then Queue Three, now keep still." Moffat guided her through the doorway to the prep area. The prep room was not large, painted white like a medical facility with grey steel lockers and racks for equipment all well lit but the ceiling was high for a basement, over ten feet to allow the moulding barrel to be at above head height above the chair, she stared in disbelief. The apparatus was well tested, the seat was an ordinary cheap plastic seat, clipped to the grey steel frame, the polished wooden barrel simply the bottom half of a traditional beer barrel or ale cask except the bands were adjustable so you could dismantle it, the guide pole supporting the barrel at more than head height was from a huge industrial dumper truck hydraulic system heavily chromium plated and the barrel clamp a very special item, encircling the guide pole. "What?" Melody started to say, "What is that?" but she stopped and her eyes widened as Moffat held her and I took the cutter, a special design, a polished stainless steel guide like a gardeners' trowel which goes against the skin and at right angles an extremely U shaped and very sharp blade, a very substantial polished wood handle completed the tool which easily peeled all but the toughest wrappings from even he ...
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