The din of shitty dance music rang in my ears as she writhed around on the swear-and-semen sodden bed. Glistening with exertion and juices, she beamed...brighter than I've ever seen her beam."I'm not yours any more," she teased. It was true, of course, and there was no greater feeling. I had given her back to the Earth, as a gift to the sexual appetites of the men and women of London. She gently massaged her engorged, pink clit, using spunk to soothe her cunt, fucked red raw by men who cared for. They have on matching school uniforms. They’re on opposite sides of the table. We see Cindy digging in Mandy’s purse and pulls out Mandy’s phone but is hiding it in her lap below the table. Mandy sees her digging in her purse but can’t see what she’s doing. Mandy asks “What are you doing?”“Shh. I just want to take a look at the photos of Miss Duke. Are they embarrassing?”It takes a moment to register and then Mandy panics but doesn’t want to get lots of attention. “No!” she whispers. “Let me. .. feel every stroke my slut and know that you are mine to use as I please" I nod as best I can and a tear runs down my face. You fix a clamp to my labia and spread my lips wide exposing my clit, swollen and wet it makes a tempting target for you. The crop you choose looks like a tiny little fly swat, but the excruciating pain as it connects with my clit makes me jump around in my shackles, again and again, too many strokes to count until I am on the brink.... once again you stop. This time. Mom, Dad, and Sherwin were all sleeping in their rooms. Dad told me earlier that he planted my Venus Fly Trap in the backyard. He recommended I water the plant often so it didn't die. After searching around the house for a hose or a water bottle, I found Dad's gun. Dad is so bad at hiding things.The last time I spoke to Erika was on Thursday when we got caught going out together. I spoke to her again today. I was in the backyard watering my Venus Fly Trap with a bottle of Evian. The plant's.