. ******** Erin Masterson walked through the main shopping mall of her new home town ostensibly to find a new autumn wardrobe. Erin was 27 years old... or 3 weeks old, depending on how you viewed such matters, and a new set of clothes was more than just about welcoming in a new season. Three weeks wasn’t a tremendously long time to have lived here, but even so Erin was beginning to feel like it was time to move on and actually figure out what to do next with her life. Her benefactors at least. ”“Come on, what do you have to lose. Didn’t you tell me you had fun hanging out with him at the party?”“Yeah, I did say that.”“Soooo you should have fun with him on a date.”“But”“But nothing. You need to do this.”Looking at herself and thinking of her clothes made her wince. “I have nothing to wear. And I don’t have any money, well, none to speak of.”“I know of a place that sells cloths, inexpensively.”“It’s not, illegal, is it?”“No! It’s a resale shop.”Grocery shopping went quite fast after. This site is amazing. They encourage you to tell all, even the evilest darkest S&M thoughts and I thought, what harm can there be in this?” So I explained my wishes to have my cock and only my cock tortured. I don’t care if I get permanent scars. You can brand me, hit me, and sting me with plants or insects, put chili or Tabasco on me. Do your best but you’re not allowed to remove it or to touch my balls. I didn’t dream that anyone would take me seriously.Helmut’s profile was very close to mine. The auctioning organization hired her and gave her a list of names of persons of interest. They told her to be discreet because the auction is not legal. She did not want to accept this job, but they blackmailed her into doing this.Before she decided to be a private investigator, she was a journalist. 3 years ago she was investigating something that could turn out to be a good story. She was following up her leads when she was set up, drugged, rendered unconscious, and captured by the Larson.