She had cried after being locked away, cried for her entire eight hours of rest. Her attendant preistess had watched her. After the course of two week..., the preistess had indeed dug into her flesh with that whip a hundred times for every tear she had shed, and she had not shed a single tear since then.She and Syne were on their knees now, two Monks of Torture infront of them, each holding a red-hot wand. Presently, one spoke, his soft, evil voice clawing at the shreds of Elise' sanity."You've. “Please let me come.” Mary grinned and looked back at Keeli’s snatch. She softly licked the crease between the left leg and Keeli’s pussy. She kissed her way across the top and back down the right crease. Little clitty was hanging there, just asking to be sucked and nibbled. And Mary happily obliged as Keeli’s moans became louder and uncontrolled. Mary was doing things to her that no guy could ever do. Cambry hated to admit it, but watching two girls get it on was making her wet. Hearing. She had promised herself when she first checked into the hotel that she would not call ?red light? unless she felt like she was in real, immediate danger or suffering intolerable pain. She had decided to give the sex slave lifestyle her best effort and now intended to pursue the adventure to the end because, as a helpless sex slave, she was feeling more free and more powerful than she had ever imagined anyone could. If that meant allowing herself to be sold to half the men in Las Vegas for the. One song she particularly liked was 'Sometime My Prince Will Come', a traditional tune addressing the longings of many lonely women in a country ravaged by war where men were frequently in short supply. She would sometimes pause with the brush in her hand and think of some dashing prince who would one day come by, recognise her beauty and take her away to another place. She would look at her skinny frame, the dark hairs of her crotch against her snowy white skin, her thin legs and perky breasts.