It was made by a long dead Sidhe jewelerthat worked for the queen and I 'obtained' it 'on the job' so to say?The bracelet covered my full hand plus wr...st and some of my forearm,there were several linked chains going to rings on each of my fingersand each ring was a piece of art by itself. What most would not know,is that each ring held a spell that the bracelet powered via the gemsset on it and each spell was activated by very certain finger gesturesand that is why I choose it, the extra. I wouldn’t last long on the Feminist-controlled bench but my reign would be something to see. The Recession is in full bloom and nobody is hiring. I live in an apartment in the Brighton neighborhood of Boston. I’ve left the city of Brockton some time ago. I miss it sometimes. It was so lively and dangerous. Not that Boston is a tame place either. To pay the bills, I work as a corrections officer for Suffolk County’s Sheriff. It’s okay, I guess. Hey, any job is better than none. I get depressed. Both wore studded body harnesses and similar cuffs to the ones that held him taut. Their muscular bodies shone with a light coating of oil. Their stiff cocks, also oiled, jutted out proudly in front of them. The man gulped as they approached, and his anus contracted around its plug in anticipation. The pair stopped and waited a few feet in front of him. They turned away from him, and all three of them watched as a woman entered. She walked up and stood with the two men. Her skin was the colour. But he knew it was too late to run or hide. There was a loud rap at the door, and a man's deep voice demanding to open up. ''We know you're in there! Bring her out to play!''The door burst open to a loud roar of laughter, and a group of soldiers poured in, five, ten he lost count almost twenty. Everything was a blur, moving in slow motion. The door of the bedroom was thrown open, and she was dragged out, holding onto her long black cloak. They tugged at her scarf covering her beautiful.