A young woman from such a powerful and politically connected family used as a starved captive, made to die by inches. This just didn't sound like a no...mal political kidnapping, at least originally."Why?" Was about all I could mutter while my brain locked up in thought."Your mark wants their toy back at all costs. Everyone else wants the girl either as a pawn to sell back to the mark or else to hit up her father for either political favors or a golden ticket for a future ride on the gravy train.. The last girl I did that toocried and begged for me to stop. She left me shortly there after.? ??????????? Tina triedto smile. Her tits had never hurt that badly before but it still made her pussywet, she always thought that she was a true masochist. ??????????? Sandythen picks up the forceps and clamped it to Tina?s right nipple. She then gotthe needle and slowly pushed it through Tina?s nipple and into the cork; Sandyputs a large golden ring into the hollow end of the needle and pushes it. Choo don’t be doin’ such work down heeere. Wot choo really doin’ down heeere?”“Maybe ... I just wanted a little romp in the hey with such a cutie.”My cheeks grew warm at the unmistakable sounds of kissing. Greta was improvising, using herself as a distraction. I heard the sounds of their mouths working together, the rustling of clothing. Greta let out such a wanton, soft sigh as hay rustled.“Yeesh,” groaned the stable boy. “Yeesh, that’s nice.”“You like my pussy, huh?” Greta moaned. “Ooh, I bet. This way Ilse could give them to her parents.The drive to her parents was pleasant. Once we got on the highway, it didn’t take me long to reach their city. With Ilse’s help, I located her parents’ house quick enough. They lived in a nice looking row house. It looked to be about the same size as my house from the outside, perhaps a little smaller. It also had a nice garden in front, which looked a lot better than my own front yard. I could see where Ilse got her green thumb. Well, that and she.