So days later, Irene was on her way to school confronted with them wanting to get their part of fun with her too, otherwise they would make it public....One cannot really call it blackmailing as the 2 boys sort of made compliments to her in the same moment and told her how beautiful and lovely she was etc. And that they had been in love with her for years.But at the same time they got their hands on her, one from the front, the other from the back and feeling her up. Irene was a bit, lets call it. I already want to kill the guy.’ How flattering it was to have another man outraged over the wrongs done to me. My heart did a little flip. ‘Why don’t we forget the past and enjoy our food? Do you see our waiter? I can’t eat Chinese food without chopsticks. It doesn’t seem right to use a fork.’ The evening went by enjoyably. I managed to settle my nerves and began to relax in his presence. Conversation jumped around from cars to favorite movies. There was no end to discussion topics between us.. I was kicked around by her boots and abused further.Whippings followed, and I was beaten almost to the point of no consciousness. Clamps and other nasty devices added to my suffering.At the end of the beating, I was returned to the bunker. I realized that the next days my life would consist of misery, cold and suffering in the bunker’s darkness inside, and terrifying tortures outside.Madame Celeste made it clear that there would be no mercy from her. She had told me that her previous slave. Even after this revelation, I had no desire to stop seeing her and Tonya visited my motel room almost every night and I don't think I could have been happier.She even went as far as to tell me that she wouldn't be mad if I had the opportunity to score some girl pussy while I was here. All I had to do was to let her know ahead of time and she wouldn't show up.I found it strange that I had no desire to seek out anyone else as she filled all my needs. Tonya also added that despite not working she.