..and then...withdrawing my hand so she knows...the lash...about to....*whack*...and Megan again jumps...with her slick juices now dampening the lashe......my grip pulling her hair back roughly so she now looks up at the ceiling. ..I tell her..."You must learn to be obedient to me...to be a good slavegirl for me..." I bite into Megan's neck, teeth marks showing...as my hand returns to her hot cunt...her pussy rubbing harder now...then...*whack*...again...again...again...up under her legs she. ..I think I might go upstairs for a bit. Just a few minutes. Sam, can you, um, can you keep an eye on everyone?" Okay," Sam said. It wasn't like Nina to get drunk so easily. And why was Cynthia looking so pleased with herself? "Want me to come check on you?" he asked."No...I'm fine," Nina said, walking slowly and shakily out of the kitchen. The party continued noisily around her."I can check on her for you, Sam," Cynthia said suddenly. She glanced at Thomas and Eugene. "You boys wait for me,. He seemed to know it even before he arrived. And she was there to make her daddy happy too. Brandon, Summer’s dad, loved being around her in that “intimate” way, and so seeing that she had that problem with her tits only made the get togethers more enjoyable for him. Having discovered the issue with her breast milk and nipples, he knew his young 18 year old was going to be a lot of fun to be around. Ohhhhhh yeah, Brandon knew this for sure. To him, ever since she turned 18, he always thought. Her days were still devoted to forcing her mind to enter another world and leave this claustrophobic hell behind her, but the effort was growing harder each day her ordeal came that bit nearer the end. At the back of her mind was a growing fear that her last few days of solitary might be the ones that consigned her mind to the horrors of incurable madness.She was expecting to be allowed out in three weeks time and was standing upright as ever in her cell, mentally working on the plot of her.