Entering her room she took her shoes off, and left them beside the door. Before she started looking through her folder she picked up the phone to call...room service for dinner. Reading through the file for only about 15 minutes there was a knock at the door. She opened the door to a sexy young man in his early twenties. Smiling she welcomed him into her room with the cart of food. Entering the room the strapping young man tripped over her shoes. Falling to the floor he banged his head and had. Over forty sets of eyes looked with erotic delight as Darius led his slave wife to the center of the room. Around her neck was a collar similar to that her masters had used to train her. Attached to that was a long leash, Darius holding the other end. But what commanded the attention of everyone present was the fact that Mioki wore nothing else. The attractive woman stood naked before them, her eyes cast downward in servitude."The special entertainment I promised!" laughed Darius. "Tell. After we played back the security tape for thewould be rapist and convinced him that it would be in his self interestif we never saw him again, we let him go free.She cancelled all of her appointments and didn't see any clients forweeks. We started to meet every couple of days for coffee. I think thatshe avoided friends and family for fear of having to tell anyone elseabout her experience. She was burning through her savings and to cutcosts let her cleaning woman go. I realized how serious. He’d have preferred her to rest a while before getting herself upset, but it seemed it was too late for that. He saw her eyes glaze over as she stared up at him. ‘They’re dead, aren’t they?’ she said, her voice cold and hollow. He’d heard that tone so many times before, but this was the hardest so far. The kid was just twelve for Christ’s sake, barely a year older than his youngest daughter. ‘I’m so sorry honey…there wasn’t anything we could do.’ he said softly, trying not to choke up. Lena.