She hesitated.The rubber ball gag in her mouth was beginning to really hurt, now, and she worked her aching jaws around the thing, trying to ease the ...iscomfort.Wes was pretending to be resetting the camera while Lynn made up her mind about bending over. When she realized he was giving her time to decide, without pressuring her into it, her decision was made.She nodded.Wes knelt and waited, lifting the camera to his chin.Lynn twisted her wrists in the tight rope, trying to make them more. Day after day Wayne?s torture ofLaisa increased.? After the blackfeminist had been imprisoned in his cellar for three weeks, the eveningsessions were lasting well over an hour in their entirety.? He still defecated and urinated on her as aprelude.? Straight afterwards, though, henow dragged her over to a large bucket.?It was slopping full of what could only be labelled waste.? A Vile mixture of urine andwatery faeces, possibly not all human in origin.? Wayne pulled Laisa?s head up by her. He used his ability to weave visual images with his words to seduce my mind, giving me story outlines as he knew I wrote short adult stories. He spent hours talking with me, exciting my mind and body until I knew that we absolutely had to meet in real time.We finally set a day and approximate time for him to come to my home for us to meet. When he arrived, I went out and opened the gates for him to park his car in my yard, closing the gates behind his vehicle and walking back to the steps. It was times just like these that Janice loved her work. At her feet was a beautiful young blonde, her body entrapped in a tight red corset and her head enveloped in a red latex hood where only her gagged mouth showed. A pair of leather cuffs held the captive’s wrists behind her back and a length of knotted rope held her knees together. Now there was a torn hole or two in her stockings and Janice could tell that the filmy lace thong that covered the girl’s sex was damp from her excitement. Best.