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The Wind Changes as it Will (Story and art by Nathanomir -- http://deviantart.com/nathanomir Desiree clenched her teeth around the leather gag, more to stifle her moan as her calves cramped. She wanted to collapse, but she didn't dare. The bronze "member" was larger than any man she had been with, and as far up inside her womanhood as possible. Her nether region ached, and not with desire. Her arms also ached, but she didn't dare move them, either. If she did, the bronze hook in her backside would drive itself further in. How long had she been standing like this? All day? An hour? It was impossible to tell inside the windowless cell. The man she knew only as His Grace approached closer. He smelled like fresh lilacs. He never smiled, but Desiree could sense his glee at her situation. "Now, my dear, if you would only answer my question," His Grace said, his voice as smooth as a cat's purr. Desiree tried to curse him around the gag. A murmur escape
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