Her wavy hair flowed down her back. She was in the mood for inflicting pain and suffering. After admiring her beauty, the Mistress picked out a matc...ing black and red spiked riding crop and caressed the workmanship. An unfortunate slave would soon taste of its beauty. Since she was wearing spiked boots, she commanded that a ?slave? carpet be prepared so that her estate floors would not be damaged. The Mistress walked arrogantly across slaves and left a train of bloody wounds as she walked. Something... dirty? No, Science is a virtuous being. No time for that. Science took his hand and led him back to the desk. Alden was confused, but went with it. Science pointed to the chair, gesturing for him to sit down. He did so and Science knelt down, starting to undo his belt. "Science, wh-- Science, what are you doing? W--we shouldn't be doing this..." Science just shrugged, as if laughing. It finally got his belt and buttons undone and pulled his pants down, his stupid rocket boxers. If only Mary had stayed in the truck. With her out of the truck there was no way both of them could make it. Kevin suspected that they were going to take Mary no matter what he did and probably rough him up pretty bad. If he agreed maybe they wouldn't hurt him. They said they would take him along. At least he would be with Mary. He hoped they wouldn't hurt her if he was there."Take her," was all Kevin said. He couldn't look at Mary."Kevin," exclaimed Mary as Rab put his hand on Mary's shoulder.. She tensed and then pulled away. 

“Mr. Olson!”Her lips had been so god damned soft. Like kissing, plush rose petals. I looked her up and down in my drunk and horny stupor. She was breathing heavily, her neck and collar bone leading to her chest. Perky breasts rose and fell as I leered at them greedily. Her petite frame tightly coiled from my advances. She looked fresh and alive, the exact opposite of the tired woman in the other room. I finally roved back up to her eyes which had a mix of fear.