Except for brief lucid moments, the girl's trust funds were forgotten as Angilee became the slave of her savior/demon. What little money she earned we...t into her arm to escape the memories which were at one and the same time so sweet and so painful.It was mid afternoon and Angilee was finally awake, having slept off her drug induced dreams. As she dragged herself to get dressed, she rarely bathed now, there was a knock at the door.Through the crack she saw a face, familiar yet not at all. ” Arthur sneered, stepping back as Weiss struggled in futility before casually walking around the table, and disarming her of her sword. “I’d take a deep breath, while you can, hahaha!” the Bastard said, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind him, justa few seconds later, a rather thick and odorous purple and blue gas started to spray into the room from the vents above Weiss’s head in moments making her drowsy as she struggled to avoid breathing it in.Arthur brown returned after a. "I bet you didn't expect this when you left the house today," she said."Life's always an adventure with you, Anita," I said, swishing the cane experimentally."Okay," she said, surprisingly businesslike all of a sudden, "When you hit me with that, don't go any higher than here," she indicated a spot a few centimetres below the top of her asscrack. "Hold that pose!" I said, grabbing a whiteboard marker from her desk and marking the spot."Well that was strangely humiliating," she said."I'm about. As much as Ron was fucking me, I would have been one of them but earlier. Hell…on the camping trip, when I got my cherry popped, he’d spent the weekend screwing the hell out of me! I’d been loaded with his cum and leaking it, most of the time. I don’t know how many times he did me (on that first weekend) but it seemed constant. I say ‘weekend’ but it was three days over a weekend; a guess would be around twelve to fifteen times. I know there were a few nights that he did me at least three times.