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Turning into Pound Lane he paused. Moving the car at a crawl Ashley savored the moment that he entered his secret world. Penetrating the barrier was a joyous moment. It felt as though everything melted away. All that mattered was his desire. There would be no disturbing it, no challenging it. The Cusp controlled him. Sure, he had free will, but he was undoubtedly in their thrall, for the moment they called, he was powerless to resist

Once inside, Ashley drove deeper and faster, eager to reach Passion.

Rounding the corner Ashley‘s excitement continued to grow. His cock was once again hard in his pants, throbbing for release. He pulled his car to a sudden stop not far from the bandstand and sat waiting. The car was purring, contented, and within it, Ashley turned and watched his new friend. The man had woken now, the grogginess gone from his eyes. His moans of post-slumber confusion had been replaced by cries of terror.  He soon learned however that the more he struggled the tighter the noose became around his throat.

“What do you want from me?” The man managed to spit the words from his constricted throat. His face had already started to redden.

“Me, I have my needs, but don’t worry, you’re not it. Not really at least,” Ashley smiled at him. It was the wide mouthed grin of someone who had lost all traces of their sanity, and now, hidden away from the world had no issue with letting the mask slip away. Revealing the true version of themselves that dwelled beneath.

`What are you going to do with me?” The man refused to panic, but it was clear to see in the wild look of his eyes that it was taking everything within his control to stop from cracking.

“I told you fella, it’s not me you need to worry about… it’s them.” Ashley gestured outside of the car where the women of Passion had gathered.

The doors to the car were opened and arms reached in, clawing for a hold on the man, who struggled and choked, choked and struggled. His face grew darker as his fight increased. Ashley reveled in it, his entire body opened to a new world of sensations. He shuddered at how the man’s instinct for survival was actually killing him, one kick at a time.

The man tried to call out but the rope cut into his neck blocking out his words, turning them into gargles. Hands grabbed him and a cry went up through the crowd.

Ashley jumped out the car, following the crowd as they hauled the man away, taking him in the direction of the bandstand. There, at the top of the steps stood the mistress. It took Ashley by surprise, but she was not naked, unlike the others, who stood as proud as he could remember. This time the older woman was dressed in a black latex mini dress with a zipper that ran down the front. The zipper was half open, the Mistress’s large breasts were on proud display their swelling curve glistened in the moonlight, the under-lighting from the bandstand illuminated her cleavage, the shadows framing it in such a way that the eyes were drawn to it like a moth to the flame. Ashley started at her, consumed by the sight her the tight outfit hugging her skin, accentuating the natural curves of her feminine physique. She held a cane in one hand and both lower arms were covered with a lattice work of black leather strapping. Her hair was now a fiery red and look as if it were ablaze under the glow of the nearly full moon.

The man was hauled up the bandstand steps and made to stand before the mistress. She grabbed his face and squeezed it by the cheeks. Titling his head from one side to the other, she inspected him like a judge in looked for the Best in Show winner. The man offered no resistance for his bonds remained in place, and the mere act of standing had turned his face from red to that of a healing bruise.

The man was naked in an instant. It happened so fast that Ashley did not see it. Turned to face the crowd, the Mistress raised ran her hands over his body, fiercely twisting his nipples and drawing her nails down his flank. By the time she reached his crotch the man’s fear had been undone by the Mistress’s touch. She stroked his manhood with one hand while pulling the makeshift noose even tighter with the other. The man’s eyes rolled back into his head in a combination of arousal and oxygen deprivation.

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