Then she pulled me inside. Together we took a girl into one of the bedrooms and locked the door. I asked what was up and Chris said, “You’re the h...use detective, these girls are making too much noise, and to avoid being thrown out they are sacrificing their drunken girlfriend to you. You get to fuck her for fifteen or twenty minutes. In exchange you won’t bother them again tonight. Got it?Sure I got it and I was going to get it. Chris stayed in with me to protect the girl from the sometimes too. Then the pics began again. Now she was tied up, standing with arms in the air. There was a black guy on either side of her. Another one I could only see her pussy, but the picture had 11 black cocks in view, all at attention. Another one showed her pussy covered in jizz. It was wide open, you could see deep inside her. Her urethra was wide open also meaning she had been squirting. Another showed her with two dicks in her pussy followed by another with two dicks in her ass. I couldn't. "No," I said. She proffered me a sidelong glance."Chester, would you be a dear," she said."Certainly," he said."Look, Amanda, You made me come to this thing tonight. You danced with me exactly once. Who the heck are you married to if you don't mind my asking?" I said. She gave me a look. There ensued a few minutes of pregnant silence.Apparently concerned by my attitude, and my tapping foot, she opened up. "Now, honey, don't be like that. You'll get your chance to dance with me." Just then. After losing that baby I learned otherwise. For when the traditional tortures did not produce what he wanted to hear, Basripal sent to Nineveh for new torments. The horrors that were visited on countless others were first tried on me. I prayed, but I found no solace in it. I could see no rescue for this last child of the Sea-King.After a time Basripal ordered me separated from the other prisoners. He thought, perhaps, to break me by denying me contact with anyone but him and his torturers. I.