"Girl, I know you don't have any money," he said, sadly. He sat down on the couch, stuck one hand in his pocket, and stroked his goatee with the other... A smile formed on his lips. "Well.... You know what, take your fucking clothes off." I gasped. "Steven, you're my cousin." "Humbug!" He raised his voice. "Do it!" I stood in front of him in stunned silence. Fueled by alcohol (or was that an excuse?) I figured it might be the only way, so I began to undress. I looked to the floor as my clothes. Jess gripped the ropes holding her arms in her hands. Good. She was anticipating more pain to come. I swung the paddle against her ass. Whack! She rocked in her binds and moaned. I varied the timing and didn’t allow her to anticipate, nor wait too long, but before I got to the twenty strokes I’d planned the paddle and the weights brought her to an orgasm that rocked her body and left her sagging against her arm ropes.I went around in front of her and discovered a puddle on the floor. ‘Tomorrow we’ll rest during the day, but in the evening we’re having a small private party here. It’ll be 1960s themed. There’s a retro shop in the city centre where we can pick up an outfit for you.’ Then Rebekka dropped her voice, adding, ‘And of course, you’ll need some nice lingerie.’ It seemed weird having my life and my wardrobe planned out for me. It all sounded good though. As I sucked on a strawberry I wondered who these friends might be, and if the Perfect Ones fitted in anywhere …. Then, with an odd moment of clinical detachment, I noticed the blood on his hand, red and fresh.He jarred me out of my thoughts by jabbing me hard in the side with the pistol. "I said, 'Drive, ' dammit!"With my hands shaking in fear, I started the car and put it into reverse. Somehow I managed to avoid hitting any other cars, though I wasn't sure how. As I started forward into the street, I caught a glimpse of another man running into the parking lot with his hand in his jacket. His eyes seemed.