Finally, I step back to examine my handiwork. Sweet little Ashley is strung up like quite the spectacle. She’s in a standing vertical position, with...arms outstretched straight above her head, hanging from each wrist. Support ropes wrap a few times around her ribs. Underneath her breasts, propping them up a bit, the holes in her clothing making her perky tits poke out directly at me. These ropes create a nice harness behind her back that also hangs from the ceiling. Then her legs, instead of. It felt good, and she giggled again. Her voice was higher now, almost childlike. She found that she liked the way it sounded.She heard Elliot snore, and she gently untangled herself from him. There was a pitcher of water, a bowl, and a towel, on a small table near the bed. Odd that she hadn't noticed them before. She used them to cleanse herself. The water was scented, a pretty floral scent that lingered on her body.She was curious now. On a hunch, she opened one of the doors to the closet. It. He would never be able to expose the real criminalsnow."Charles, Troy!" Now don't worry about a thing, little girl," said Troy as he grabbedher shoulders and shoved her down. "We're just gonna have a little funwith you. That's all."Chester tried to punch and kick them, but Debby's body wouldn'trespond. He was completely powerless in her body.Troy yanked down her shorts. Debby felt serious, nauseating panic, andChester felt it fully along with her -- a terror he'd never evenimagined. Steph sighed as her pussy open and a strong stream of clear piss was released steadily into Beth’s unwilling mouth. “Drink up Little Whore, otherwise you’re just going to get covered.” Beth couldn’t, her mouth was full within seconds, she could barely breathe as the piss overfilled her mouth and spilled out down her chest and back. Her eyes were closed tight and she could feel the spray of piss move upwards over her face before moving back down to her mouth. “You better drink some of it bitch.