"They went home, the trio walking silently swiftly instead of their usual slow chatter. They parted at the turn in the walkway again. "Jim," Jack grab...ed his hand suddenly. "Promise me that you won't change your costume. Please?" Well, my mom thinks it's too tight." His mother had thought it a little revealing for a boy his age. "She won't let me wear it like that." I know!" Jack said suddenly. "Wear it the way she wants to our house. You can change back and we can go to the dance together.". The four of us went downstairs to find that the others had left, but the blessed Mary had tidied the kitchen and left food and juice on the table for us.While we ate, I explained the plan Charlotte and I had for Secret Orgies. I told them that they were both to treat this house as their home whenever they wanted to come here, and they would always be welcome to our orgies. They were both excited at the idea, and kissed and congratulated Charlotte on being part of it.Eventually exhaustion set. With my feet cuffed at the ankles and the suspended chain at my collar, I couldn’t go after her but I did yell out, ? I’ll get you out of this Cheyenne. I promise. Be brave! I love you!?And that was when I did a dance for my captor. Bound by my collar with arms cuffed behind my back, Brianna hit me with the cattle prod forcing me into my uncontrollable struggling which lasted until well after Cheyenne had been dragged from the room.Once she stopped zapping me and once I stopped struggling, she. It wasn’t all fire and brimstone, either. It was very personalized, customized, just like Heaven. Dad and Mr. Corbin were both getting very rough up the ass and had been ever since their deaths.It turned out that my adoptive parents, whatever their flaws, had loved both of us, but they hadn’t known how to express that love very well. They were still trapped in Catholic morality and feared for our eternal souls, so they made me live on my own and rough it for about a month or so before offering.