She closed her eyes and thought about her last email to Peter. Indian sex He’d established his control over her that quickly and calmly, without a word, with just that simple gesture of ownership. punana slaps, than digs its nails into the flesh between its legs, clutching and clawing, raising bright red welts that stand out even against the blood-flushed labia. Then, it all stops. As the image of punana danced in her head, she pushed the big Hitachi against her cunt, letting the vibrator do what Ben wouldn’t – make her cum to her most depraved fantasies, to the images of herself as punana – the freakish sex-toy she kept begging Peter to write to her about. It was almost nine. “Come,” the Doctor says, turning and walking quickly down the hallway. punana can’t tell what they are but it doesn’t care and it starts fucking them as best it can in its bonds. It had helped. —
“More, more,” it screams to the Doctor, throwing itself at his feet. Then, she opened her underwear drawer and looked down. Nobody watched her at work, she could come and go as she pleased, but she was getting worried that punana was taking over her life.
