In addition to the bolt in the wall that her chain was currently attached to, there were other bolts at various places throughout the room, as well as...a set of shackles in one wall. Covering the window was a set of thick bars, and the door, which was in another wall, was large, made of metal, and sealed tightly, so that no air or light (or slave girl) could escape through it.And on another wall was a large spiral. Currently, it was still, but Sandy could just imagine waking up and immediately. Byron could tell Amber had never been touched by aman, now she would never be touched by a mortal and know only the pleasure hecould bring, and judging by the way she buried her reddening face in her armshe was experiencing a lot of pleasure. Amberwhimpered gently as Byron?s hands continued their assault, this night he wouldfuck her into a frenzy she would not forget, making her total submission aneven greater pleasure. Byron took his time, deliberately missing her tits andpussy, which was now. I pumped every drop as deep as I could inside her pussy and lifted myself off laying next to my wife as I caught my breath.Amanda laid there panting. "Ugh....Fuck..." She said.I rubbed my hand across her belly and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed. All I could remember was the taste and smell of whisky on her breath tonight. Stronger than usual I thought to myself. I laid there resting for a few minutes when I noticed it looked like Amanda fell asleep again.I got up and walked to the. When everyone was on board we shoved off for a two day fishing trip.We were about ten miles out when we opened the sack and brought Steinman onto deck. He was tied hand and foot but could still squirm. He watched our every move as we dumped buckets of chum over the side and waited. We rigged four reels with flimsy hooks to avoid hurting the sharks. Indigestion was enough punishment for being a shark.I asked the piece of shit cowering on his ass who had contacted him and who might have been.