When I came back from my run this afternoon, I couldn't help but notice Jordan sitting on the steps, crying, and I asked if there was anything I could...do to help. It seemed to me, after talking to Jordan for a few minutes, that she needed a shoulder to cry on."Trish started to cry and Jordan ran and got a tissue for her mom. "Brian, I'm deeply in your debt. Once I realized what I'd not done, I was extremely worried about what had happened to Jordan. When I came home and found the two notes, I. "Do you know where we could find Mr. Chatsworth?" I gave them the address of the 'Sycamores'. He used the Radio to advise his superior. When he used the words. "Possibly attempted Murder" It only re-inforced the suspicion I had.As we got nearer to the hospital the traffic became quite congested."Music and Lights?" Suggested Constable Knight. Whittaker agreed, and The policewomen lowered her window and reaching out, stuck the blue flashing light on the roof, at the same time the Detective. With revulsion choking me, we walked into a room Elizabeth Bathory, the Blood Countess, would have felt at home in.The once-white tiles of the floor, walls and ceiling were encrusted with untold amounts of blood and gore that the water hose in one corner had been unable to remove. The steel grates of drainage holes shone dimly here and there, some clogged with chunks of the latest victims that had yet to be cleared away.What looked to be upgraded versions of old torture devices re-done in steel. No, I didn’t want to come for them like that. I was naked, with my hands tied behind my back, lying on the kitchen table. My legs were tied wide apart to the table legs and I had 3 loads of cum spattered all over me. I was pleading NO, NO, NO, into my gag, while I violently shook my head. It was so degrading. I was so embarrassed. Black shirt was persistently pumping 2 fingers in and out of my pussy. I resisted as much as I could and tried to take my mind off his assault. When another of his.