"That's right, bitch -- lay there and enjoy it," he grated out, reaching forward with the tip of the knife to touch her belly just below the edge of h...r top.I knew that my legs were splayed wide open as i fell, and that my skirt was riding up onto my hips. I tried to fight, tried to breathe around the mass of cloth that he jammed into my mouth. Then I felt the cold metal on my wrist, felt my arm wrenched above my head and shackled to a pipe.He pulled out that huge knife, and I was suddenly. Naturally, I felt somewhat uncomfortable. Years of social conditioning had taken their toll and yet, it also felt nice. Much less restrictive than the trousers and shirts I was so used to. Sarah produced a pair of shoes from one of the bags. Black. 2-inch heels. I stepped into them and although they pinched a little, they fitted quite well. I felt slightly off-balance. "Can I look yet?" "Soon. Just a couple of finishes and you'll be ready." She sat me down on the edge the bed, making sure I. Rose turned on the faucet and adjusted the water temp. She turned on thepersonal shower and told me to turn toward the wall as she started towash off what poop was still on me. As she sprayed me down she had meturning around a couple of times. Once she was sure most of the poop wasgone. She asked me to get out of the shower so she could clean the tub.She warped a big fluffy towel around me, and had me sit on the toiletseat, while she cleaned up the tub.Once the tub was clean she started to fill. I am obviously on the very verge of death, and have been for a very long time.”His body was little more than skeleton and skin, and his green color had faded to a sickly off-white. He lay half submerged in the water with the tip of his snout just above the surface at the edge of the pond, and bore many horrible wounds. The worst of those was a gash that had cleaved his skull almost in half, and only a thick layer of scab covered his brain where it was exposed.“I suppose that since I’ve lasted.