As soon as I started to reluctantly obey her command, I understood why she’d gone through the bother of adding further restrictive bindings to my al...eady manacled legs.She’d shortened the chain on my ankle manacles to a very few links. With my knees now tightly bound, I found I could only shuffle forward a few inches at a time. Gagged, my elbows pinioned behind my back, hobbled by my short ankle chain and my bound knees, my poor tortured body screaming in agony, a foreign object forced up my. Ididn't know what all these symbols meant, only that the tattoo wasreally a magic spell that my grandmother had put on Marcus, increasinghis strength, stamina and vitality. Marcus was one of the Loyal, one ofthe select few bodyguards and enforcers who were considered completelytrustworthy and deserving of this honor.Marcus gave me a concerned look and asked, "How are you holding up?" I'm all right," I lied.Marcus just nodded at that, not looking like he believed me but notpushing the matter. "And I'll get ready to go." I really need to get back to Dublin," Patrick told him, apologeticly. "I'll be back here on the evening of the 15th of August, and will wait for your return," he assured us. I shook hands with him and both sisters gave him a kiss.Feeney's cottage was small but neat, and his wife had water boiling for tea when we got inside. She served us tea while her husband changed into his walking clothes. Katie gave her fifty euros, as she was sure that her husband wouldn't. He kept going down and up, faster and faster, and my screams soon turned into moans of pure pleasure. He hugged me as hard as he could, sqeezing on eof my nipples with one of his hands, and rested his head on mine, fucking me harder and faster.I could feel him breathing on my ear, he was breathing heavily and really fast and moaning so quietly, I could barely hear him. I knew he was enjoying this, so I pushed my ass up and make him go as deep as he could.He started whispering something, but due.