Little George was in a highchair between David and Darla. George's days in a highchair were about to end. Janice was helping June by serving the meal....f the meal was designed to prove that June could cook, she made her point. The table was set to perfection with David's finest linens, china, silverware and crystal, accessories his mother had selected for him. Candles provided the light except for the chandelier, which had been dimmed to its lowest setting.The meal started with a salad of baby. Checking his chart, I glanced at the night nurse, she shook her head and patted my hand. I stepped out and called my wife.Our daughter and her family had come in the day before, she and the three grandchildren were putting finishing touches on the holiday decorations."Hi honey, it's me. I may be a little late tonight."The line was silent for a minute, before she said in a sad voice, "how long?"I knew she didn't mean how long before I came home, but how much longer did I think he was going to. .. ? Horror? Disgust? Arousal? I looked left and right to the two men who co-owned me, but neither said a word, they only stood and quietly listened to the conversation."Okay, let's do the hood then, young man." I felt happy that I had this choice, but I wondered just how bad it really was going to be. I jumped a bit as I felt the young man's hands clamp my pussy lips open. I looked down and saw a leather band around each of my thighs, with the simple metal, non-painful clamps biting firmly. We climbed them and then took a right. A left. Another right. We moved through the corridors, sounds bleeding through the stone. This place felt terrible. Violence brimmed in its bones. It was the opposite of lust. There was pain soaked into every stone. Suffering. The joy experienced in his place was twisted and sadistic. I swallowed. I didn't like these rakshasas.But Kurtis wanted to tame all the daughter-races of Las. It was a noble goal, but maybe we could skip some of the worst of them..