I wanted to feel unbearable pain. I wanted to be abused, to be bruised in the morning. I had my mouth on someones perfectly pierced nipple, tracing th... bar with my tongue, nibbling and sucking while my hand grabbed her leg. She was being tortured with the Hitachi by a woman in front of her, and finger fucked by a man from behind, pulling her hair. She was sweating, pleading to cum. I could feel her legs becoming more and more moist. A couple minutes went by, and the screams of her orgasm were. And you can sell it too. It's a lot less precious than food, I can tell you! If you want food you're going to have to follow me. And you're going to have to pay for it! But not with money! What could I do with money round here?"The woman looked at the girls. "Well! Are you coming with me or you going to stay in the fucking woods forever? And is any one of you going to help me carry these fucking twigs?"Sharon nodded and reluctantly stepped forward. "Yeah! We'll come. At least you're not. She wanted to hurl the cold steel, still gripped in her fingers, at him."Of course," he said smoothly as he picked up the small bottle of shampoo. "I should know better than to call my wife by names of adoration. How foolish of me."He walked through the water, moving toward her, his eyes glittering with amusement. Stopping just inches from her, he raised his empty hand, cupping her shoulder, running the palm down her arm. His fingers felt the muscles under her skin tense, drawing tight as a. "Thank you, sweet child."I frowned at her. Why was she acting so sweet?Delores scurried off and returned with a platter: two bowls of the steaming stew, thick slices of brown bread, a heel of butter, and our drinks. She sat it down on our table, then moved behind Sophia's chair, patiently waiting.Sophia sniffed the stew. "It doesn't actually smell that bad. I guess I'm just so hungry." Yes, hunger has a way of spicing food, my Lady," I smiled."Are you ever going to stop with the sarcasm?".