It was needles again, similar to the ones that had been used on Alison. Thinking about that caused Lucia to notice that the Mistress’s strap-on was ...till wet with Alison’s blood.Unlike Alison, these needles were not intended for Lucia’s tits. The Mistress knelt in from of her and pushed the first needle through her labia. Again and again, more needles were inserted into her lips. She recommenced screaming and thrashing while the crowd clapped and cheered. All the pain and attention to her. The terrain was rough and arduous and it took us until dark to finally reach the lake campsite. We were exhausted. We ate food that didn't require cooking, drank water from the lake we could only see by starlight, and both went to sleep immediately once in the tent. We were so tired we couldn't even find the energy to hang our food from a****ls - luckily something that didn't backfire on us. A very different night compared to the last. I awoke to the sound of Sara calling my name. It was. And then one day they were swimming in the lake and she was startled to see the blood that was slowly coming from her body and colouring the water."What is it, Billy?" she exclaimed."I don't know!" he replied, somewhat anxiously, "Let's get out of the water and see if you've cut yourself without realising."She stood shivering on the island while Billy looked to see where the wound was, but he couldn't see anywhere, and then several drops of blood dripped onto the ground from between the tops of. "Jessy dear, come on down here" Her mother called again waking her from her thoughts of how her friends were slaughtered and cold processed at the meat plant and turned to the door to head down the stairs, "Well finally miss sleepy head, I been calling you for half an hour? her mother said as Jessica came into the kitchen, "What did you want mom?" Jessica asked as she sat at the table and started to eat her breakfast."Your father’s off to work and wont have time to pick up the meat order today.