We carried Angel there & put straps on her ankles & wrists. Then we hooked ropes to her wrists & raised Angel off the floor. Then we took 2 more ropes...& used them to spread her legs wide open too. Now I told the guys "You can whip her as you please but not hard enough to cut her. Bruises, marks & welts are OK though. Also, her pierced nipples are off limits but the rest of her tits are yours to mark up. Now have fun making her squeal another way. These guys went almost wild whipping Angel. She. He had a way of moving that was so fluid, so natural and sweet, though his gentle touch always harbored a layer of dominance.I’d never met anyone with more manners than Zack. But in the bedroom, his possession of me -- something I gave him implicitly -- he couldn’t hide.Inhaling the bear, I touch between my legs, sighing reflexively. The images play in my mind as I play with myself, fluttering over my clit and down the seam of my panties, the heat of my apex something truly impressive. I. What about you? Is this your normal shift?” I figured small talk would soothe things over. Well, I say that, but in reality I found myself asking more out of interest than anything else. Though I know I shouldn’t. It’s work though so there’s no harm done.“Not exactly. I ran into some issues today with my computer, but I believe everyone may be gone for the night. Are you in IT? Can you help me?” She seemed anxious. She may be wearing a mask, but I could sense nervousness through her eyes and. I so badly want to talk to her but still no words come out. It seems like hours have gone by but its hard to tell with no reference for time. The muffled sounds seem to have died down but quickly the silence in the cell is broken with a loud beep. Both me and Kristen jump and we both start to look around the room for a source. My eyes dart around but I can’t seem to see anything in particular. Then a strange and horrifying object catches my eye. Just below Kristen’s feet I notice a tentacle.