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    All the Fallen *~*~ Chapter 11 *~*~ Rest In

    All the Fallen *~*~ Chapter 11 *~*~  Rest In…

     

    Susan could taste it before she even walked out onto the floor.  An edgy tension that had nothing to do with fun and games.  Two Dommes were glaring at each other over the head of one very frightened little sub with his cock and balls painfully bound.  Clarice and Mandy, normally the best of friends, were squared off at a whipping post, each one threatening to strap the other domme up and thrash her til she bled.  Susan sighed, stepped between them, and shoved them away from each other with a firm hand to their rubber-bound chests.

     

    “What the fuck is wrong with you tonight?” she snarled, baring her teeth.

     

    “I didn’t like the way she looked at me,” Mandy hissed.  Given the fact she was wearing nothing but a leather harness teddy, it was hard NOT to look at her.

     

    “She spilled my drink.  On purpose.  I had to punish Sarah for no good reason.”

     

    “Well, she…!”

     

    Susan gritted her teeth.  “That’s enough!  From both of you!  I want you to take your girls and go play in separate rooms! Work off a little of that extra adrenalin you got.  Understand?”

     

    For a moment, Clarice almost thought of challenging Susan, but the look in her eye and the tilt of her head made her think better of it.  “All right,” she grumbled, grabbed Sarah a little rougher than usual, and headed for the last playroom on the left.

     

    “Fuck!” Mandy complained, “She took MY room.”

     

    Susan leaned into Mandy’s face, lowered her voice and growled.  “Then pick. Another. Room,” she said in a low voice.  Mandy backed away, nodded, and fetched her sub for the evening and took a room at the opposite end of the hall.

     

    Susan nodded, and turned around to see Bree crawling from one Domme to another, eyes wide, face pale, begging for punishment.  “Shit!” Susan said breathlessly, stalked over to Bree, and hauled her up by the back of her harness, pulling the leather tight around her breasts. 

     

    “Stop that!” she yelled and instantly regretted it as Bree covered her head, then dropped her arms passively to her sides.  “Come with me,” she said firmly and led the submissive down the passageway to the video room.

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