If he wanted to, he could have just done it already, so why hadn’t he? There had to be something, some way to stop him. If Kyle had a gun she could-...no, that wouldn’t work.If he was able to read her mind, he’d know what was up, and he’d probably make her blow her own brains out. Her blood chilled when she realized that people probably wouldn’t be surprised by it. She shook her head to get that unproductive thought out and kept walking. Maybe she could hire someone to kill Preston. If he. He looked towards the altar, and his stomach clenched. In less than eight hours, Gina would be sprawled across the top, naked and bound hand and foot, driven to excruciating levels of unrequited desire until her final and total submission. The release of her denied pleasure would destroy her will and seal her fate as a lifelong slave.In his mind's eye, he saw Stephanie Fowler once more, crying and screaming as her sexual need grew to monstrous proportions, her resistance refusing to wane. The. "Oh yeah," I could almost see the fierce grin I knew was on her face. "You know what I want don't you baby? You want it too. Gonna fuck you good cutie. I bet you know what's good for you. Not that I would mind taking you anyway, but this will be fun."This was hardly my first experience with a strapon. The first had been right around the turn of the century. The 17th Century that is. A wandering blonde bard from Greece had introduced me to the pleasures available from their use. Hers had been of. After all if one is wishing to be tied up and brutally raped, there isn’t much point is there? Having the foresight to dislodge first the shoulders of her nightdress that added a much needed wanton, if not abused look to her predicament, especially given the girl’s fully bra-less condition, I aligned her right arm with the bed-head and using one of the scarves, tied the wrist securely to the protruding wooden carving. Standing back to look at my handiwork, I had to admit to a certain racy.