.? ?Oh no, slave?, Rachelsaid smiling. ?I'm not going to whip you any more. No. There are too many otherpleasurable things I can do to you to make you...into the docile slave I know youcan be. It's time now to change.? Still smiling, she put Jessie?s arm and ledher to a darker corner of the large room, a darkness made more intense by theglaring pool of light thrown on the middle of the floor by spotlights justwhere Jessie was standing. There in the corner a torture saddle stood waiting. Mountedon. Becky’s grandmother has no idea who built or designed the areas after that. What was down there originally is the room where we come out of the elevator and a small bathroom. Under the mansions was a network of tunnels built by the people who did all the land clearing, put in the sewers, water lines, power, and gas. Sometime later, the passages integrated into these mansions. All of them connect into my bunker but are well hidden. From what she had seen in one of them, it looked like it stopped. "For a little guy you are awfully strong." He smiled then I said "Gary I've been trying to learn some dance moves but John doesn't know anything about dancing, would you be a dear and show me some moves." "My pleasure, I love to dance." Well Gary proceeded to show me a bunch of moves as we listened to the radio. Finally a slow song came on, I stuck out my hand and Gary took it. He put his arms around me and I put my arms around his neck. I can't believe I was dancing with him. He brought me. “You know the slit between your legs where your pee comes out? It’s called your vagina, and that is where a man’s penis is meant to go. That is called sex.” Coming from anyone else, Jane would have instantly dismissed these words as a sick joke. But it was obvious to her that John was being truthful, and in a much more straightforward manner than any other adult had ever employed with her. A part of her wanted to reject the idea that such an activity could actually be “sex”—the thing that.