The ropes were cutting into my wrists and ankles. I was surprised that I couldn't feel blood running down my limbs. And through it all he continued to...maul my tits brutally. I have no idea how long it lasted; somewhere between a month and a year I think. On and on until suddenly he just froze in place. His body stiffened up and he shuddered. With a few loud grunts and a loud sigh it was finally over ... for the moment anyway.If I weren't already crying I would have cried in relief that at least. Further, my personnel costs were going out the window even though I kept having to replace trained workers (who left for better paying jobs) with new, cheap help.Then I saw the ad in the back of the paper. It was barely noticeable in the Furniture For Sale group. "Women's Chairs -- special design for motivation. $325 each, ask for Sondra." That and a phone number. Something about the wording of the ad piqued my interest.Sondra had a low, whiskey-tinged voice on the phone, and gave me directions. ‘Not formally, no,’ Jonathan reassured her. ‘She is your best friend and but my cousin, and surely she would have told you first. But it was not something I needed to be told, I suppose.’ ‘You are not suggesting Irene has designs on me, though,’ Elizabeth said. Then, turning to me, she asked, ‘Does she?’ ‘I am so sorry, I have already said far too much on the matter,’ I said. ‘Then you had just as well not stop now!’ I could tell Elizabeth was struggling not to sound frustrated, but she did not. Lisa tried to resist but Cyrus pounded her head into the table.“Fuckin keep still Bitch.” The table squeaked and shoved around as he pounded her.Lisa barely knew what was going on but she could feel Lamont slicing her ass.He slashed back and forth.Her ass was bloodied mess. “Fucking piece of shit. Cut yo white worthless ass.”Lisa passed out but Cyrus took his turn anyway.When she cam e to she was hanging by her neck with her feet barely on the ground.Her arms were roped behind her back.“Fuck,.