?Good. You’re learning how to be a good little whore.? Susan’s torturer patronized her. But she was to out of it to even notice and she barely fel... the cold misty spray that hit her face just below her nostrils. Within moments Susan felt her consciousness slip away from her and darkness fell around her as her eye lids closed off the light in the room. Susan lay on her back on a hard metal platform inside a small cell. She was still naked and her arms were tied painfully across. Part of me hurt, the other was glad that no one knew about my body, I felt awkward and even slightly ashamed, since I didn't know anyone to talk about this sort of thing.Until one day...I often chose to walk to school, hoping to prolong my time away from others. My walk took me through a small wooded area, some dirt had been tread upon a long time ago to make an unclear path, I noticed new tracks, left by tires and at first though someone had come through on their bicycle.But I began to hear. He smiles down at me, having accomplished what he set out to do. I’m no longer horny or in need, the thought of him being with someone else literally turning my stomach. ‘Get up.’ He says quietly, his voice firm. I raise to my feet and begin to walk upstairs to my room that’s adjoined with his. I bite my lip, trying to keep from crying any harder, my body trembling with the effort. He pushes me into my room and closes the door behind me. I hear the lock click into place and I pull my shirt off. She knew Jay had to be a sex machine, and her mind could not leave the fantasy of his body alone. The day passed slowly the men awoke late in the afternoon, Jay feeding and exercising his dogs, then pottering around the garden till tea, not eager to spend time intruding uninvited on the couple. Joe, sitting up in bed with his tea, Pam sitting at the bedside shareing a quiet and precious moment together during this busy and tiring season of work and sleep. It was Joe that broke the heavy.