As the rod rose higher she stood on tiptoes, clawing cruelly at her breasts, kneading the flesh and pinching the nipples. Her knees began to straighten and her feet shuffled closer together. She threw her head back, tossing her hair from side to side and scrabbling wildly at her clit with one hand, squeezing a fistful of breast-flesh with the other, while the rod rose remorselessly between her legs. With a start, she realised that she was now picturing Dana’s young, willowy body offered in the same pose of abject surrender. Her thighs quivered after the rest of her had fallen limp during the final ecstasy. In time, the rod stood a few inches proud of the floor and she squatted over it to rub her clit against the dull steel point, thrusting her pelvis to and fro with wild abandon. As it reached higher she knelt astride and positioned her rounded hips so that her open cunt bore down on the stake. The pole continued its inexorable ascent until there was sufficient length for her to splay her thighs and grind her cunt up against it, sighing blissfully while watching Pierre through hooded lids. Then she knelt before it, sliding her soaking cunt up and down on the cold steel until it reached high enough for her to stand, spread her
