It was what he had learned as a baby as being the best and quickest way to get what he wanted, and he rarely experienced the pain of not getting it. S...mply put, there had been no one to tell him ‘no’ nor explain why he shouldn’t have what he wanted.His business dealings were carried out much the same way. Always having his position in the company assured, he hadn’t had to work for it. But he had no qualms about making others work to provide him with what he wanted. He felt he was successful. “I'd take you home with me,” he begins, interrupting himself with a low moan and a 'fuck yes', “and tie you to my bed, spread-eagled, face down.”She comes up for air and for a cooed “I like that”, heavy with her smirk.I can see her there, tied wrists and ankles to the four posts of his king-sized bed, her ass sticking up bare and round, her pussy exposed between her cheeks, the hollow curve of her lower back gleaming with sweat, her naked breasts pressed flat onto the sheet beneath her, her. It was useless to resist them anyway. As weentered a room and the door closed after us, I almost fainted as I recognizedthe voice of the doctor. 'Lay her down over their'. I struggled and begged to let me go but they simply tied me unto the metaltable in the same position as a few days ago. The blindfold was removed andI immediately recognized the horrible torture room. This time I wasn't gaggedso I pleaded on and on that I would do anything he wanted. The doctor onlysmiled at me as he prepared. Who appeared to be in a dire condition."I might have overdone it yesterday," he said. "I'm not feeling well."I quickly stood up, switch on the lights, and gently reached out for his hand. It was hot upon contact. I touched his forehead. "You're burning up." I said. I put my arm around his shoulder and felt that his shirt was completely drenched in sweat. "Ms. What's going on?" A sleepy voice said. Another camper woken up by the light. She looked at her fellow camper. "Ken, you alright?" She.