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masseurs, had already spoken to Wendy about the new manager. Their reports had been more than a little disturbing. Her name was Sky, although she preferred to be known as the Black Widow, an epithet that both men had thought peculiarly apt. The Black Widow was cruel, merciless and uncaring, they had told Wendy. The words ‘bitch’, ‘cunt’ and ‘ball-breaker’ had been used repeatedly as the two men tried to explain exactly how bad the woman was.
    Wendy had treated their comments with polite contempt, determined to make up her own mind about the newcomer. Watching the forbidding blonde woman smile menacingly down at John, she began to suspect the pair had not been exaggerating.
    ‘Please. No,’ John begged.
    Sky was smiling, her lips twisted into a sneer of contempt. ‘You’re beyond the begging stage now, John,’ she told him. ‘You should have realised by now that it does no good. I’m going to do what I want anyway.’
    Wendy drew a shocked breath as she studied the couple. John’s body was scoured with welts and lines, as though he had recently received a series of vicious and cruel thrashings.
    ‘Look at that,’ Sky grumbled. ‘You’ve gone hard again, John. That really isn’t helping me, is it?’ Not bothering to wait for his reply, she snatched his solid length and began to roll her hand up and down him. ‘Should I wank you off, or try and beat the come out of your balls?’
    Wendy pressed herself closer against the door. John was struggling in the birthing-stool, beseeching Sky to listen to him.
    The woman ignored him. ‘I could hit your balls with my crop,’ she explained, tapping a finger against the tight swell of his sac. ‘I could do it repeatedly, and I bet you’d come, wouldn’t you?’
    ‘Please don’t,’ he begged.
    Sky’s smile was tinged with malice. She worked her hand up and down his cock in quickening movements. Wendy could see the swollen head appearing then disappearing in Sky’s fist. She saw John stiffen in the chair and realised he was close to coming. Sky moved her mouth down to her hand, wanking his cock towards the ripe swell of her lips.
    ‘Not again,’ John moaned. The protest was torn from his mouth as the explosion erupted between his legs. Wendy watched Sky drop her lips over the pulsing head of John’s cock, greedily lapping up his seed. She could see John struggling unhappily against his restraints as though he was not enjoying the pleasure that Sky was giving him. ‘Not again.’ Wendy’s eyes widened with excitement as she saw John thrashing wildly in a futile attempt to escape the Black Widow’s plan.
    ‘Please don’t,’ John insisted.
    Sky had her face over his. If Wendy had not just seen her sucking John’s length, she would have expected Sky to kiss him. As she watched, she saw Sky spit John’s come into his face.
    ‘Bitch,’ Wendy whispered incredulously.
    John was twisting from side to side, his revulsion clear in the tortured expression straining his features. A thick string of his seed trailed from Sky’s lips and she wiped it absently away with the back of her hand. After forcing him to lick her fingers clean, she held up the padlock and grinned. ‘Now that your erection isn’t going to get in the way, it’s time to use this.’
    John gave a sneer of disgust and did not bother replying. Wendy could see how unhappy he was with the daubing of seed that covered his face. It the image had not been so exciting she would have empathised with his revulsion.
    Sky fastened the padlock round the head of his spent cock, pressing the curved steel bar cruelly tight. ‘It’s not foolproof,’ Sky told him as she studied his secured length. ‘If you’re daring you could use a tub of Vaseline and try tearing your cock out of there, but I guarantee it would hurt.’
    From her view through the keyhole, Wendy suspected that Sky was telling the truth. The padlock looked painfully tight, being fastened just beneath the head of John’s cock. Even