The spike was getting thinner. And once the initial unravelling had been done, the spike, as opposed to the wedge was getting thinner at a rate of kno...s. Consequently the list of names was narrowing. The initial painstaking work that had been essential, was beginning to pay dividends. At long last it seemed that there was a result just around the corner. Eventually, all of the investigations were coming together and concentrated in Europe. MissMyndFuck, not such a globe-trotter after all it. It wasn't love at first sight, my first thought was horror as she was dragged naked and unwilling onto the stage, "This is Katie, Ladies and Gentlemen, Katie has signed form C in respect of a debt of several thousand pounds." Form C voluntary slavery agreement, an agreement which was generally anything but voluntary, usually a young girl in hock to a loan shark and was usually bought by a brothel.She looked rough, her back and breasts criss crossed with the red marks of repeated beatings, her. It’s the future, I’m sure of it.” “Really?” “Oh yes, trust me, mate.” “Yes, I do, Rick. And what about this stuff, the spankers as you call them?” “Ah yes, the spanking mags. Our best sellers, they are. The English are just mad about the stuff, especially the caning mags. It’s lost on most of the tourists, of course.” “I had the cane at school. I can’t see the attraction. It bloody hurt, and wasn’t sexy at all.” “Ah. Pleasure from pain. Yes, that’s a bit harder to explain. Very popular, all the. "Five thirty," my Aunt said still staring at me. "So what happened last night? Do you have any idea? She wasn't about to talk to me about it," she added letting me know that she had at least tried."Not really, no." I said honestly. "I was in the den watching TV when she came home, no more than about an hour or so after she'd left. She was already crying when she came downstairs but went immediately to her room. I tried to get her to come out and talk about it, but she asked me to go away, so I.