The Captive looked dreamy eyed, at least until Wanda stretched his cock and trickled wax droplets on it. Eyes popping out of his head, the Captive gav... an animalistic grunt. Wanda blew the candle out.“Now where should I put this?” said Wanda, smearing wax on the Captive’s face. She jammed the candle halfway up his ass which made the Captive piss a bit; Madame Wanda took a burst on her smooth milky thighs. Recoiling, Madame Wanda spat in his face and uttered, “Scum.”The saliva dripped from his. I wished that I had tried to look at his watch while I could see and wondered again how long I had been in the pen. And then…I wished that I had a marker to blindly write on the floor and walls, words, phrases going through my head, visions spilled in the dark. Pig Pen in bold angry letters on the face of the panel. I squirmed in my mess, the panties now cold and uncomfortable in their wetness as I passed the time picturing the graffiti I would splay across the confining walls of my space. . “Were you alone in the car at the time of the accident?”I pause as I consider how to answer, and she notices my hesitation, one of her delicate eyebrows arching at my delay. I blink once.“Hmm, are you sure? Your pants were undone, and there was evidence that there may have been. . . um. . . some sort of sexual situation that caused the accident.”I try not to blink at all, not really knowing how to answer. I don’t even want to look her in the eyes, embarrassed by the thought of getting my dick. Weil Mum und Dad nie geheiratet hatten, gab es auch keine lange Scheidung und um den Unterhalt für meine Schwester und mich hat er sich natürlich auch gedrückt. Selbst das Jugendamt konnte ihn nicht mehr ausfindig machen.Mum hatte es von nun an noch schwerer sich um uns zu kümmern und ich machte es ihr auch nicht gerade einfach. Mitten in der Pubartät gab ich ihr und meiner Schwester die Schuld daran, dass Dad abgehauen ist. Während es Mum schon mit Marianne sehr schwer hatte, machte auch ich.