The Trial and Tribulations of Kate the ex model episode 8
Ultimate fight
By the Masked Writer
Kate was finishing her dinner when the two men came to get her. They wore the black suit of the "Guardian Angels", the sect's private police.
- "The Mistress wants to see you!" One of them said in a tone that didn't admit of a reply. Kate said, showing the white pajamas she was wearing:
- "Do I have time to change? " The two bullies looked at each other with a smile.
- "You will be all right as you are! Said the same man who had spoken before. Kate knew that arguing would be useless and resisting would only bring her sores and bumps. They were two strong fellows and the Angels did had the reputation to be rather violent with those who resisted them. And then she had expected something like this since the Master went on a trip. So she got up without protesting. The two men grabbed her biceps each - their big hands circled her arms without difficulty, even with the new muscles she had grown recently - and trained her at a quick pace. The group crossed the huge grounds of the Church of Happiness village and, as Kate expected, made their way to the luxurious pavilion of the couple who led the sect. The Mistress' black SUV was parked outside the door. The building was less than a hundred feet from the metal gate that blocked the entrance to this gated community. One of the watchdogs knocked on the door and the Mistress' voice rang out:
-Come in! "
Kate was pushed harder than necessary inside and now finds herself in the living room of the luxurious mansion. The couches and armchairs skirt two of the walls. A giant screen TV occupies the third and a sort of cupboard is near the door. Standing in the middle of the room is the Mistress.
Still dressed as a dominatrix, but this time, she wears a two-piece kit instead of her usual corset. It is a kind of black faux leather bikini, and high-heeled shoes with black fishnet stockings replace his usual boots. The change is probably more comfortable but does not have much advantage in terms of appearance.
The corset, at least, enclosing her waist, concealed a large soft belly. It flattened her chest while the bikini top hinted at a large breast that would surely be saggy without a frame similar to that of the 1950s bras. The legs and arms of the woman also seem more slender. Kate, accustomed to gauging clothes according to bodies, had time to notice these details almost instantly while the Mistress gives an order to the watchdogs.
- “Undress her!”
Kate expected this and do not resist while the two gorillas take off her pajamas, her bra and her panties, even her sandals leaving her stark naked. The Mistress then dismisses the two men with a movement of her whip.
The clothes are thrown in a pile on one of the sofas.
Kate knows there is never anyone near the mansion when the Masters "entertain" “guests”. So she is all alone with the Mistress.
She knows that no matter what screams come from the mansion, no one will come to see what's going on. A doubt creeps into her mind: is there not an opportunity there?
But she has to focus her attention on the dominatrix who approaches her, a mixture of contempt and hatred on her face.
Kate has already been naked in front of people, whether she was in the sect or before, in her modeling profession. It is not modesty that bothers her, but she feels vulnerable in front of the leather-clad Mistress who is now dragging the end of her short whip on her white skin.
The Mistress walks around Kate. She slides the end of the whip over her breasts, then pokes her ribs, her shoulder blades, pricks her buttocks as if to check the firmness of a piece of meat, then slides the leather rod between her thighs, rubbing it against her pubis alternately, as if to stimulate her. She whispers in her ear;
- "The Master is starting to take an interest in you. So, you need a lesson. Do not imagine that you will take my place! "
Such a thing never crossed Kate’s mind but she has no time to think of an answer. Suddenly, the Mistress grabs a handful of her abundant red hair and pulls her head back while she strikes her whip, right on the genitals of Kate who did not see the blow coming from behind her. The pain is so intense that Kate can only open her mouth in silence and collapse on her knees.
The Mistress forces her to get up by pulling her hair and, going back in front of her, hits her in the stomach with the handle of her whip before pushing her away brutally. Kate stumbles and falls seated on the floor near one of the sofas.
Taming the pain, she wipes the tears from her eyes and gets up, leaning on the sofa.
The Mistress approaches her, the whip raised.
The blows Kate received might have been enough to subdue most of the girl in the sect. That would certainly have been enough to cow all resistance in Kate a few months ago, before the fights she’s done since her failed escape. But another Kate is here now. Our redhead is stronger physically and is much less easily intimidated. She has very little in common with the fearful wimp of yesteryear.
The whip will fall when Kate jumps up and grabs the Mistress's wrist. The expression of amazement which shows on the face of her tormentor makes Kate forget her pain, so much it pleases her.
The older woman tries to release her wrist with a sudden movement but Kate resists and maintains her hold. It seems to her that the Mistress is not as strong as she expected. With the left hand, the dominatrix tries to slap the girl who blocks the blow. An incredible expression of anger appears on the redone face and she puffs:
-" You dare! Bitch ! And she grabs Kate's red mane, who responds by grabbing a handful of her enemy's blond hair. She pulls with all her strength and ... almost lose her balance because the abundant hair remains in her hands! It's a wig!
In the blonde hair’s stead, Kate sees thin white hair held in place by pins.
Which mercilessly gives the Mistress another 10 to 15 years. Kate thought she was in her fifties. But it's a woman in her sixties, maybe 70 who faces her!
Kate can’t repress a smile, which further infuriates the Mistress who pulls on the girl's hair to make her bend, still trying to release her wrist. Kate drops the wig to the ground and grabs her opponent's left wrist, twists it to make her let go, which works, and at the same time twists the other wrist, forcing the Mistress to let go of her whip, with a groan of pain.
The Mistress moves forward with all her weight, at least 160 lbs compared to Kate's 120. The whole spread over 5pi8 against the 5p11 of the girl. Kate steps back and her back hits the piece of furniture near the door, the wooden ledge sinking painfully into her flesh.
Her grip on the dom's wrists relaxes and the old woman manages to release her right wrist. She then grabs one of Kate’s small breasts and twists it furiously, driving her nails into it. Kate yells and lets go of the other wrist to try to protect herself.
With her other hand, the Mistress grabs Kate by the throat and squeezes to strangle.
Kate doesn’t panic, though. She has learned a trick or two in the last few weeks. She drives her knee full force into the Mistres’s flabby lower belly. The old woman's face pales with pain, she releases her grip and her knees bends.
Kate does not waste any time and presses a hand on the face of the Mistress and pushes her away. She then discovers one of the disadvantages of high heels: it does not provide a very stable equilibrium. The Mistress falls backward and sprawls on her back on the thick carpet in the living room. A painful "ooof!" punctuates her fall when air is brutally expelled from her lungs. Kate bends toward her for the finish but her opponent is not as stunned as she thought. A foot with a stiletto heel hits her on the shoulder, scratching it, and she narrowly avoid a second aimed at her face. Using her heels as a weapon, the Mistress tries to keep Kate at a distance with frantic kicks. Kate begins a turning movement, the woman lying on the ground tries to follow but she is not agile enough to join Kate who grabs her left leg and tears off her shoe which she throws at arm's length. A second later, she does the same thing with the right foot. At that moment the Mistress turns to the side and grabs one of Kate’s long legs. She manages to unbalance her and Kate, in turn, falls but manages to receive herself on the buttocks.
The Mistress gets up on one buttock to extend a claw-shaped hand towards Kate’s crotch but, again, she is too slow and Kate kicks her in the chest throwing her backward with a "phew! ".
The old woman rolls to the side to try to escape the girl who is already getting up. Her movements are becoming slower and Kate takes her time to get back on her feet and observe her opponent.
The arms weighted with flabby bingo wings under the triceps tremble under the strain as she returns to her knees, panting like a steam pump. She leans with one hand on one knee to get back on her feet, her face red. On this face, this time, fear is easily read. The Mistress, the dominatrix, is not used to her victims resisting her. She looks around her.
- "Are you looking for a weapon or an exit, old woman?" Kate asks as she walks over to her.
"You thought you were giving me a beating, humiliating me? But look at yourself! You're just a weak old broad! "
Hearing these words, the Mistress lets herself again be carried away by anger and wants to throw herself at Kate. She sends her a punch far too slow and too weak, easily blocked by Kate’s left arm. Quickly, she grabs her opponent’s wrist and passes behind her, twisting her arm behind her back. With the other hand, she detaches the big bra from her opponent and throws it away. The breasts, huge, flaccid, fall almost to the belly button of the old woman. Kate then grabs one and twists it violently, sticking her nails in it and tearing out a cry of pain from her opponent.
The Mistress grabs Kate's hand and tries to force her to let go of her huge breast. The girl withdraws her hand and uses it to give a violent punch in the kidneys of the old woman who gives a weak scream and falls on her knees, still held by an arm behind her back.
Kate lets go and, with her foot, pushes on the back of her enemy who falls face down. Kate leans over, grabs the leather panties and pulls them, sliding them along the flaccid thighs and legs. The Mistress tries to get up. Kate just grabs her ankles and pull, making her fall again. She takes the opportunity to remove the stockings, leaving the dominatrix, who no longer dominates anything, blazing naked.
This time the Mistress starts to scream:
-" Help! "
-" C’m’on!” says Kate, you know that no one will come. It was you who wanted it like that! "
As the old woman continues to scream, Kate kicks in the ribs, which silences her by taking her breath away.
- "So that's what your poor old flaccid ass looks like!" Kate comments, looking at the soft, wrinkled and pale form lying and panting on the floor.
The Mistress swears between her teeth and tries to grab one of Kate’s ankle, which the girl has no trouble dodging.
- "You still have a little fight in you? You impress me, I must say! »Declares the young girl. "Come on, get up if you can!" "
As she speaks, the older woman begins to get back on her feet, panting. The moment she gets on her knees, mechanically, she rubs her painful breast.
- "I was wondering: are these sorry big, soft things very sensitive? Asks Kate, for whom these moments are revenge for months of suffering and humiliation. The Mistress tries to leap to her feet but the young girl, with a movement of her long right leg, mows the ankles of the Master's wife, causing her to fall back seated, which makes her large breasts move in an ungainly manner. Kate then pounces on the Mistress, grabs her wrists and pulls her arms back, pushing between the shoulder blades with one foot. She forces her on her stomach and pulls harder, tearing out a cry of pain.
- "Now we’ve laughed enough: tell me where are the car keys?"
- “Fuck yourself ! Answers the older woman, her voice muffled by the fact that her face is stuck on the carpet. Kate puts a little more force twisting her wrists and presses her foot a little more between the shoulder blades.
"They are in the car, on the dashboard! Said the Mistress in a voice hoarse from the pain and lack of air. Kate lets go of the arms which fall down the side of the woman who tries to bring them under her, but Kate's weight on her back prevents her from doing so.
-" Here we are!” Said Kate. She takes her foot off the victim's back and places one knee on the ground. As the old woman tries to get up, the girl grabs her neck with one hand and keeps her on the floor.
- "It changes to be the one who is afraid, right? " she says. The Mistress begins to struggle again, tries to get up, rolls to the side and grabs Kate's arm to make her let go. She growls: -" I'm not afraid of you! ".
When she finds herself on one side, Kate, with her free hand, sends her a punch in the plexus. All resistance ceases when the woman folds like an accordion, breathless. Kate grabs her wrists and keeps them on the floor, turning her on her back. Then she straddles the woman’s chest and sits on the large, soft breasts, immobilizing her arms behind her knees. She hops around a bit, expelling the remaining air from her victim's lungs.
Kate lifts her rear a little, allowing the mature woman to breathe a little.
- "Repeat that you are not afraid of me, if you dare? " she says.
-" Go to hell! Hisses the woman lying on her back. Kate lets herself fall heavily on the flaccid breasts, compressing the rib cage. Her prey tries to struggle, to kick but it does not last long, as she quickly lack strength. Her face becomes congested by the lack of air. Her eyes fill with tears. Kate asks:
- "Do you want to repeat that?" She gets up a little and the other woman takes a deep breath, her eyes filled with tears. She whines: -" Okay ! You win. I'm afraid. I will say and do whatever you want but stop. I beg you ! " -Say: "I'm an old wimp!" Kate orders.
- "I am an old wimp!" The other moans in a sob mingled with rage, shame and pain.
Kate smiles and stands up, freeing her prey. The Mistress curls on her side, sobbing.
Kate then begins to explore the living room. She opens the cupboard which is near the door. A smile lights up her face. Here is a whole assortment of sadomasochistic instruments: whips of different lengths, masks, leather straps ... and several pairs of handcuffs with the keys. Kate takes two pairs of handcuffs and heads for the defeated Mistress who, lying on her side, does not even try to get up anymore. Without hesitation, Kate grabs her wrists, turns her over on her stomach and handcuffs her hands behind her back. Then she does the same thing with the ankles. She ignores which keys go with which handcuffs and doesn’t give a sh…t : she is not the one who will free the old shrew. Then she goes to get a cat-o-nine-tails in the cupboard. - "I know there is a surveillance camera next to the gate. What is the signal for the attendant to open it? "
- "None, he recognizes my car. " Kate smacks her whip.
-" You're sure? "
-" I swear it ! Don’t hurt me, please !” Answers the tied, terrified woman. Kate thinks she’s too scared to lie. So, without further concern, she explores the house and finds the master’s couple bedroom. She opens the closets and finds the clothes that the old hag puts on when she goes out. Including hats. The clothes are way too big for her, but it is dark and no one will come to see them up close. She puts on a dress and a hat with orange and white tropical patterns. In a drawer, she finds a large wad of money. This time, she won't get caught with nothing in her pocket. Without further ado, she crosses the living room and steps over the defeated slut, not without giving her one last kick in the lower abdomen. Then she opens the door and walks out, confidently, toward the car.
Truth be told, she’s not so sure of herself, but she has to look the part. She gets into the car, sits behind the wheel, finds the key and starts.
Slowly, she drives towards the entrance gate. She has a huge swarm of butterflies in her stomach as she arrives at the camera, perched on top of the wall. When she is sure she is visible, she takes out half an arm and her head covered with the hat which, from this angle, will hide her face.
After a few seconds that seem infinitely an eternity ... the gate opens!
Trying not to start fast like crazy, Kate crosses the gate and finds herself on the road, out of the community.
She’s heading east. Determined, this time, to rush to the nearest police station as soon as she arrives in town. She checks the gauge: she has enough fuel.
She will say everything. To the police, to the media. She will destroy this damn sect. Or at least cause them enough trouble that they don't dare touch her anymore.
Her time has come.
And she has a smile when she thinks of the Mistress tied up stark naked on the carpet in her living room…
The End
Ultimate fight
By the Masked Writer
Kate was finishing her dinner when the two men came to get her. They wore the black suit of the "Guardian Angels", the sect's private police.
- "The Mistress wants to see you!" One of them said in a tone that didn't admit of a reply. Kate said, showing the white pajamas she was wearing:
- "Do I have time to change? " The two bullies looked at each other with a smile.
- "You will be all right as you are! Said the same man who had spoken before. Kate knew that arguing would be useless and resisting would only bring her sores and bumps. They were two strong fellows and the Angels did had the reputation to be rather violent with those who resisted them. And then she had expected something like this since the Master went on a trip. So she got up without protesting. The two men grabbed her biceps each - their big hands circled her arms without difficulty, even with the new muscles she had grown recently - and trained her at a quick pace. The group crossed the huge grounds of the Church of Happiness village and, as Kate expected, made their way to the luxurious pavilion of the couple who led the sect. The Mistress' black SUV was parked outside the door. The building was less than a hundred feet from the metal gate that blocked the entrance to this gated community. One of the watchdogs knocked on the door and the Mistress' voice rang out:
-Come in! "
Kate was pushed harder than necessary inside and now finds herself in the living room of the luxurious mansion. The couches and armchairs skirt two of the walls. A giant screen TV occupies the third and a sort of cupboard is near the door. Standing in the middle of the room is the Mistress.
Still dressed as a dominatrix, but this time, she wears a two-piece kit instead of her usual corset. It is a kind of black faux leather bikini, and high-heeled shoes with black fishnet stockings replace his usual boots. The change is probably more comfortable but does not have much advantage in terms of appearance.
The corset, at least, enclosing her waist, concealed a large soft belly. It flattened her chest while the bikini top hinted at a large breast that would surely be saggy without a frame similar to that of the 1950s bras. The legs and arms of the woman also seem more slender. Kate, accustomed to gauging clothes according to bodies, had time to notice these details almost instantly while the Mistress gives an order to the watchdogs.
- “Undress her!”
Kate expected this and do not resist while the two gorillas take off her pajamas, her bra and her panties, even her sandals leaving her stark naked. The Mistress then dismisses the two men with a movement of her whip.
The clothes are thrown in a pile on one of the sofas.
Kate knows there is never anyone near the mansion when the Masters "entertain" “guests”. So she is all alone with the Mistress.
She knows that no matter what screams come from the mansion, no one will come to see what's going on. A doubt creeps into her mind: is there not an opportunity there?
But she has to focus her attention on the dominatrix who approaches her, a mixture of contempt and hatred on her face.
Kate has already been naked in front of people, whether she was in the sect or before, in her modeling profession. It is not modesty that bothers her, but she feels vulnerable in front of the leather-clad Mistress who is now dragging the end of her short whip on her white skin.
The Mistress walks around Kate. She slides the end of the whip over her breasts, then pokes her ribs, her shoulder blades, pricks her buttocks as if to check the firmness of a piece of meat, then slides the leather rod between her thighs, rubbing it against her pubis alternately, as if to stimulate her. She whispers in her ear;
- "The Master is starting to take an interest in you. So, you need a lesson. Do not imagine that you will take my place! "
Such a thing never crossed Kate’s mind but she has no time to think of an answer. Suddenly, the Mistress grabs a handful of her abundant red hair and pulls her head back while she strikes her whip, right on the genitals of Kate who did not see the blow coming from behind her. The pain is so intense that Kate can only open her mouth in silence and collapse on her knees.
The Mistress forces her to get up by pulling her hair and, going back in front of her, hits her in the stomach with the handle of her whip before pushing her away brutally. Kate stumbles and falls seated on the floor near one of the sofas.
Taming the pain, she wipes the tears from her eyes and gets up, leaning on the sofa.
The Mistress approaches her, the whip raised.
The blows Kate received might have been enough to subdue most of the girl in the sect. That would certainly have been enough to cow all resistance in Kate a few months ago, before the fights she’s done since her failed escape. But another Kate is here now. Our redhead is stronger physically and is much less easily intimidated. She has very little in common with the fearful wimp of yesteryear.
The whip will fall when Kate jumps up and grabs the Mistress's wrist. The expression of amazement which shows on the face of her tormentor makes Kate forget her pain, so much it pleases her.
The older woman tries to release her wrist with a sudden movement but Kate resists and maintains her hold. It seems to her that the Mistress is not as strong as she expected. With the left hand, the dominatrix tries to slap the girl who blocks the blow. An incredible expression of anger appears on the redone face and she puffs:
-" You dare! Bitch ! And she grabs Kate's red mane, who responds by grabbing a handful of her enemy's blond hair. She pulls with all her strength and ... almost lose her balance because the abundant hair remains in her hands! It's a wig!
In the blonde hair’s stead, Kate sees thin white hair held in place by pins.
Which mercilessly gives the Mistress another 10 to 15 years. Kate thought she was in her fifties. But it's a woman in her sixties, maybe 70 who faces her!
Kate can’t repress a smile, which further infuriates the Mistress who pulls on the girl's hair to make her bend, still trying to release her wrist. Kate drops the wig to the ground and grabs her opponent's left wrist, twists it to make her let go, which works, and at the same time twists the other wrist, forcing the Mistress to let go of her whip, with a groan of pain.
The Mistress moves forward with all her weight, at least 160 lbs compared to Kate's 120. The whole spread over 5pi8 against the 5p11 of the girl. Kate steps back and her back hits the piece of furniture near the door, the wooden ledge sinking painfully into her flesh.
Her grip on the dom's wrists relaxes and the old woman manages to release her right wrist. She then grabs one of Kate’s small breasts and twists it furiously, driving her nails into it. Kate yells and lets go of the other wrist to try to protect herself.
With her other hand, the Mistress grabs Kate by the throat and squeezes to strangle.
Kate doesn’t panic, though. She has learned a trick or two in the last few weeks. She drives her knee full force into the Mistres’s flabby lower belly. The old woman's face pales with pain, she releases her grip and her knees bends.
Kate does not waste any time and presses a hand on the face of the Mistress and pushes her away. She then discovers one of the disadvantages of high heels: it does not provide a very stable equilibrium. The Mistress falls backward and sprawls on her back on the thick carpet in the living room. A painful "ooof!" punctuates her fall when air is brutally expelled from her lungs. Kate bends toward her for the finish but her opponent is not as stunned as she thought. A foot with a stiletto heel hits her on the shoulder, scratching it, and she narrowly avoid a second aimed at her face. Using her heels as a weapon, the Mistress tries to keep Kate at a distance with frantic kicks. Kate begins a turning movement, the woman lying on the ground tries to follow but she is not agile enough to join Kate who grabs her left leg and tears off her shoe which she throws at arm's length. A second later, she does the same thing with the right foot. At that moment the Mistress turns to the side and grabs one of Kate’s long legs. She manages to unbalance her and Kate, in turn, falls but manages to receive herself on the buttocks.
The Mistress gets up on one buttock to extend a claw-shaped hand towards Kate’s crotch but, again, she is too slow and Kate kicks her in the chest throwing her backward with a "phew! ".
The old woman rolls to the side to try to escape the girl who is already getting up. Her movements are becoming slower and Kate takes her time to get back on her feet and observe her opponent.
The arms weighted with flabby bingo wings under the triceps tremble under the strain as she returns to her knees, panting like a steam pump. She leans with one hand on one knee to get back on her feet, her face red. On this face, this time, fear is easily read. The Mistress, the dominatrix, is not used to her victims resisting her. She looks around her.
- "Are you looking for a weapon or an exit, old woman?" Kate asks as she walks over to her.
"You thought you were giving me a beating, humiliating me? But look at yourself! You're just a weak old broad! "
Hearing these words, the Mistress lets herself again be carried away by anger and wants to throw herself at Kate. She sends her a punch far too slow and too weak, easily blocked by Kate’s left arm. Quickly, she grabs her opponent’s wrist and passes behind her, twisting her arm behind her back. With the other hand, she detaches the big bra from her opponent and throws it away. The breasts, huge, flaccid, fall almost to the belly button of the old woman. Kate then grabs one and twists it violently, sticking her nails in it and tearing out a cry of pain from her opponent.
The Mistress grabs Kate's hand and tries to force her to let go of her huge breast. The girl withdraws her hand and uses it to give a violent punch in the kidneys of the old woman who gives a weak scream and falls on her knees, still held by an arm behind her back.
Kate lets go and, with her foot, pushes on the back of her enemy who falls face down. Kate leans over, grabs the leather panties and pulls them, sliding them along the flaccid thighs and legs. The Mistress tries to get up. Kate just grabs her ankles and pull, making her fall again. She takes the opportunity to remove the stockings, leaving the dominatrix, who no longer dominates anything, blazing naked.
This time the Mistress starts to scream:
-" Help! "
-" C’m’on!” says Kate, you know that no one will come. It was you who wanted it like that! "
As the old woman continues to scream, Kate kicks in the ribs, which silences her by taking her breath away.
- "So that's what your poor old flaccid ass looks like!" Kate comments, looking at the soft, wrinkled and pale form lying and panting on the floor.
The Mistress swears between her teeth and tries to grab one of Kate’s ankle, which the girl has no trouble dodging.
- "You still have a little fight in you? You impress me, I must say! »Declares the young girl. "Come on, get up if you can!" "
As she speaks, the older woman begins to get back on her feet, panting. The moment she gets on her knees, mechanically, she rubs her painful breast.
- "I was wondering: are these sorry big, soft things very sensitive? Asks Kate, for whom these moments are revenge for months of suffering and humiliation. The Mistress tries to leap to her feet but the young girl, with a movement of her long right leg, mows the ankles of the Master's wife, causing her to fall back seated, which makes her large breasts move in an ungainly manner. Kate then pounces on the Mistress, grabs her wrists and pulls her arms back, pushing between the shoulder blades with one foot. She forces her on her stomach and pulls harder, tearing out a cry of pain.
- "Now we’ve laughed enough: tell me where are the car keys?"
- “Fuck yourself ! Answers the older woman, her voice muffled by the fact that her face is stuck on the carpet. Kate puts a little more force twisting her wrists and presses her foot a little more between the shoulder blades.
"They are in the car, on the dashboard! Said the Mistress in a voice hoarse from the pain and lack of air. Kate lets go of the arms which fall down the side of the woman who tries to bring them under her, but Kate's weight on her back prevents her from doing so.
-" Here we are!” Said Kate. She takes her foot off the victim's back and places one knee on the ground. As the old woman tries to get up, the girl grabs her neck with one hand and keeps her on the floor.
- "It changes to be the one who is afraid, right? " she says. The Mistress begins to struggle again, tries to get up, rolls to the side and grabs Kate's arm to make her let go. She growls: -" I'm not afraid of you! ".
When she finds herself on one side, Kate, with her free hand, sends her a punch in the plexus. All resistance ceases when the woman folds like an accordion, breathless. Kate grabs her wrists and keeps them on the floor, turning her on her back. Then she straddles the woman’s chest and sits on the large, soft breasts, immobilizing her arms behind her knees. She hops around a bit, expelling the remaining air from her victim's lungs.
Kate lifts her rear a little, allowing the mature woman to breathe a little.
- "Repeat that you are not afraid of me, if you dare? " she says.
-" Go to hell! Hisses the woman lying on her back. Kate lets herself fall heavily on the flaccid breasts, compressing the rib cage. Her prey tries to struggle, to kick but it does not last long, as she quickly lack strength. Her face becomes congested by the lack of air. Her eyes fill with tears. Kate asks:
- "Do you want to repeat that?" She gets up a little and the other woman takes a deep breath, her eyes filled with tears. She whines: -" Okay ! You win. I'm afraid. I will say and do whatever you want but stop. I beg you ! " -Say: "I'm an old wimp!" Kate orders.
- "I am an old wimp!" The other moans in a sob mingled with rage, shame and pain.
Kate smiles and stands up, freeing her prey. The Mistress curls on her side, sobbing.
Kate then begins to explore the living room. She opens the cupboard which is near the door. A smile lights up her face. Here is a whole assortment of sadomasochistic instruments: whips of different lengths, masks, leather straps ... and several pairs of handcuffs with the keys. Kate takes two pairs of handcuffs and heads for the defeated Mistress who, lying on her side, does not even try to get up anymore. Without hesitation, Kate grabs her wrists, turns her over on her stomach and handcuffs her hands behind her back. Then she does the same thing with the ankles. She ignores which keys go with which handcuffs and doesn’t give a sh…t : she is not the one who will free the old shrew. Then she goes to get a cat-o-nine-tails in the cupboard. - "I know there is a surveillance camera next to the gate. What is the signal for the attendant to open it? "
- "None, he recognizes my car. " Kate smacks her whip.
-" You're sure? "
-" I swear it ! Don’t hurt me, please !” Answers the tied, terrified woman. Kate thinks she’s too scared to lie. So, without further concern, she explores the house and finds the master’s couple bedroom. She opens the closets and finds the clothes that the old hag puts on when she goes out. Including hats. The clothes are way too big for her, but it is dark and no one will come to see them up close. She puts on a dress and a hat with orange and white tropical patterns. In a drawer, she finds a large wad of money. This time, she won't get caught with nothing in her pocket. Without further ado, she crosses the living room and steps over the defeated slut, not without giving her one last kick in the lower abdomen. Then she opens the door and walks out, confidently, toward the car.
Truth be told, she’s not so sure of herself, but she has to look the part. She gets into the car, sits behind the wheel, finds the key and starts.
Slowly, she drives towards the entrance gate. She has a huge swarm of butterflies in her stomach as she arrives at the camera, perched on top of the wall. When she is sure she is visible, she takes out half an arm and her head covered with the hat which, from this angle, will hide her face.
After a few seconds that seem infinitely an eternity ... the gate opens!
Trying not to start fast like crazy, Kate crosses the gate and finds herself on the road, out of the community.
She’s heading east. Determined, this time, to rush to the nearest police station as soon as she arrives in town. She checks the gauge: she has enough fuel.
She will say everything. To the police, to the media. She will destroy this damn sect. Or at least cause them enough trouble that they don't dare touch her anymore.
Her time has come.
And she has a smile when she thinks of the Mistress tied up stark naked on the carpet in her living room…
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The End
