Kristy buried her faceinto the couch questions, ignoring the pain from her glasses pressingagainst her face."Oh god," Kristy moaned. "What about Jack...s girlfriend Becky?"Becky was the cheerleading captain and a colossal pain in Kristy's ass."She is going to kick my ass," Kristy thought sullenly, pulling her faceaway from the cushions. Kristy slowly reached over and grabbed herphone, hoping against hope that something had gone wrong and that themessage hadn't sent.Kristy's hopes were dashed. It hurt a little just for his finger. Then as I started enjoying it he pushed the hard thing inside of me and I made a muffled scream and clenched my ass cheeks and writhed in pain, he had just forced a butt plug up my ass! He then said ‘I trust you won’t run once I untie you?’I shook my head no furiously hoping he would belief me, and he waited a moment then untied then grabbed me and flipped me over onto my back a let out a groan as my bruised and beaten ass was touching the bed. He then. Despite my earlier reservations, I was getting that tingly feeling again: I wanted to fuck. Craig noticed and we paid, making our way to the entrance. I texted Liz to give her a heads up.When we got back to my place, it didn’t take long for our clothes to end up on the floor. I was on my knees, slobbering all over his rock hard knob right there in the kitchen. We were probably there for ten minutes or so when I heard the door open, but I really didn’t care. Liz had seen this before but. "As I started typing my message, he responded, "And what is it that you came here to do, Miss ... eh?"I didn't answer him directly, first I finished the message, which I sent using the internal diplomatic secured transmission protocols. The message read, "I'm still alive, and I'm coming home." I had addressed to Mom, and it would be sent with my personal username as the sender. I fully intended it to be sarcastic, as I believed that Mom had signed my death warrant.Only then did I look at the.