.................................................................I was dragged down the cold steel steps into the dimly lit basement by the leash on m... collar, my Mistress Chrissy was going to punish me and punish me good for having disappointed her and my former slave Donna.I was getting very used to the basement now, as she had turned it into my dungeon, the place she uses to keep me and punish me accordingly.It was only lit up by candlelight, any other night and it would have seemed. "That's close enough, gentlemen," she said in a loud voice, bringing her gun to bear to emphasize her words and the fact that she knew how to use it."Good afternoon, Ma'am," the man in the lead said, stopping short when he spied the gun pointed at him and his fellows. "We're sorry to spook you if we did, but we were wondering if you could spare some scraps for three tired and very hungry fighting men?"Ashley took in the man with a suspicious eye. He looked to be in his late twenties or early. There she paused to rest her sore and aching feet, crouching under the cover of a bush. Nothing stirred on the narrow lane; only the ever-present hum of the Motorway could be heard in the frosty silence. She felt a sudden spasm wrack her bowels; sobbing, she emptied them where she was before venturing out upon the moonlit tarmac of the lane. There at last she could run. Throwing caution to the winds, she sprinted along the lane on its narrow verge. The orange lights of the underpass came into. She kneaded a lovely breast with one hand while she held her brother's head to her pussy with the other."Hush, stupid," Billy said, licking upward and then tickling her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue, "we don't need to advertise." He felt his writhing sister shudder. He was surprised how big her clitoris had become, like a tiny prick. He sucked it diligently, both hands now on her legs."Oh, oh, oh," his sister sighed as he slid a finger into her, hooked it upward and sought her most.