Right now he had to keep her heart rate up to counter her guilt, self-questioning and self-denial. After all, she only wanted to show her new friend a...decent gym, right? Yes, she’d had a few thoughts but they were not making her offer. Sam knew by the time she entered the block that she would not fail to make the rendezvous, so he set out for a morning of walking and preparation. Lunchtime came and Sam waited inside the gym for the women to arrive. He was a man of means and the trial-membership. Concrete and plywood, wire, nails and anything else building related was piled neatly and stored. That amounted to over half the entire haul.Deciding that he wasn't going to get anything done with the rest of the supplies without actually hauling some of it down to the house, he loaded the back of the truck down with the bags of flour, sugar, and rice. He drove down to the kitchen entrance and backed up to the door. Quickly and quietly he slipped in, pulled the two wheeled cart from the store. Standing there, body tense, she heard the sounds of fighting. Of metal on metal. Of men yelling, groaning. It was close. Almost next to her. Should she run? She should run. Away. Now.A man stumbled out of the trees not a yard away from her. It was one of the horrible men, in red and steel. Chain mail, though, not the breastplate of her attackers. His helmet was like half a football, a metal cone with something coming down to cover his nose. On either side of that, two eyes that were ... wide,. They’d even gagged her with her own panties, a leather strap binding them inside her mouth. "Since you kicked King, I’m going to let him warm you up for me." Geronimo’s caress was almost tender upon her exposed cheek, a hint of a smile on his face as she turned her pleading gaze up at him. "Don’t worry. I think you might actually enjoy this." She did her best to nod, trembling with anticipation as he backed away from him, unable to tear her eyes away as he removed his belt and handed it to the.