Dark iron bars ran horizontally across the ceiling. From one of them chains dangled, and on the end of each chain were bracelets as dark as ebony. The...naked girl with the auburn hair stood helpless, her wrists extended, shackled above her head. Someone had gagged her with a bright red ball-gag. Her eyes were squeezed shut tightly as a burly Brazilian fucked her from behind. "You like it, bitch? You like being my sex-toy, huh? You in my dungeon now, Amelia. Yeah!" He slapped her ass hard as he. ‘There is someone there!’ shouted his scout brandishing his gun. But the discovered it was a young woman who seemed to have died like her husband. But when Omar felt for the vein in her neck he still felt a pulse. ‘She lives but she is not far from death. She is gravely ill. Not only from thirst but also a running a fever.’ He looked at the young woman not more than a girl. Her lips crusted, her long yellow hair matted. Carefully he dripped some water in her mouth, stroking her neck so she. Mom just gave me a spanking and she told me to tell you that too." the poor girl said in a quiet,quivering voice. Fresh tears were dripping down her cheeks. I could not help myself as I watched one fall down and hit right on a nipple that was poking out under her shirt. It was like fate had it in for me. The tear just hung there,drawing my eyes to it. "Please don't cry Terry." I said as gently as I could. This k** must almost be pissing herself I thought. I'm a pretty big guy. Almost six. "My god," whispers Lynn, "I need to piss." "Well then do it." "I'm afraid to." "Oh shit, yeah, I can see why." The boys come up to us. I pull the one in my body aside, she seems to be the most together of the group. Maybe it's just because she wears my face but I feel like she has a lot in common with me. "How are they holding up?" I whisper. "I guess okay. Better than those two." She points to Lynn and Rachel. "Uh-huh. M'kay, now where can we go to talk." "There's a bunch of benches.