"C'mon I'll make you a drink."As we go into the kitchen I grab two glasses, ice and a shaker. I was making my own recipie called a Fucked Up MotherFuc...er. Its a 1/2 oz of 151 rum 1/2 oz of vodka 1oz of triple sec 1/2 oz of scotch a splash of everclear and coke."Mom doesnt want us wasted." Amy said still crying."I called mom she wont be home till noon tomorrow." I said"Alright." She said calming down a bit."Now be careful its strong." I said.As we drink she calms down. We sit on the couch still. The slave could not tell how big the room was, but it felt big. It was pitch black, except for one area in front of her, illuminated by an overhead light.Under the light was a big wooden frame, seven feet high, four feet wide, and three feet deep. On top of the frame, on the inside, were two handles, centered, about two feet apart from each other. On the bottom were two metal loops, spaced the same as the two on top."Step into the frame," he ordered.The girl stopped and looked at the set up.He. He yelled at his accomplice for the blindfold. As they did this I got my hands free and dug my fingernails into the hand covering my mouth and holding my head down. I managed to kick the man off me, he fell to the ground, I got to my feet to run to the door but the other person, a woman, long blonde hair and tanned skin, caught my foot. This time I scream, and I screamed loud. The man got up and grabbed me, lifted me with no struggle and threw me onto the bed, he got a knife out of his pocket. Wrapping my arms around her, my hands rubbing across her belly as we sat in silence. I could tell her breathing had gotten heavier, her small chest thumping with every breath. I moved in and kissed he shoulder, feeling her body relax more I moved my way to the side of her neck, knowing that’s her sweet spot. Instantly she let out a soft moan. My hands moving more deliberately now, rubbing her legs, inching closer to the inside of her thighs. Wiggling more and more in my lap, I know she can feel.