Eyes cast down, the cute little angel followed at her wicked Mistress's heels, deeper still into the darkness of the dungeon, until they came to a you...g girl, chained upright and spread-eagled, her body glowing in the candle light. The wicked Mistress tightened her grip on the leash, forcing the cute little angel to stand before the girl, "this is girl," the wicked Mistress said, "You will soon know her very well indeed." Then the wicked Mistress guided the cute little angel forwards to stand. Over the years a kind of instinctual dread mixed with breathless anticipation had built up in the growing girl's mind, so that now, even though her peer group and various sex-education courses had informed her beyond a doubt of what was going to happen, there was still an inbred aura of mystery and fear about the prospect of her first sexual encounter with a male.What Victoria had ended up with was a classic case of expectations exceeding the offered realities. The panting fumblings of her. She says that is not the way that humans do with such as this one.From what she says I understand that a human who does ill is taken to a place and kept in that place. She says there are barriers at this place and other humans who do not let the ones leave who are sent there. I think it must be wasteful to do things this way because some must always keep the ones who are sent there inside, but perhaps the land is not so big that the humans may be driven away instead.It is not easy to think of. Suddenly it clicked. If they'd gotten an email from Principal Fletcher...she must've said something about the cheerleading or the fact thatTaylor, as far as Principal Fletcher knew, was a girl."You don't understand! Whatever that email said, it's all a bigmisunderstanding!" Taylor shouted."We're so glad that you came out of your shell with the cheerleaders andwe've got a lot to talk about, but I'd rather discuss it in-person, andfailing that, at least when we have reliable internet to do a.