The man came, dressed-up in medieval garb, as Catalina saw her dream-twin rise up above the waters with a flourish."Daaaamn! Check out her... er... my...tits!" No one heard her in the dream, they didn't hear her surprise at the awesome juggs jiggling off that wet chest, they were very nearly the diameter of the man's round shield, which he quickly discarded, seeing the unarmed girl as non-threatening. But indeed, her ripe nipples thrust forward towards their target with all the intent of two. She was a post-graduate fellow in Psychology who had just received permission to write her thesis on what was sure to be a very volatile subject. The farm seemed a great place for them to combine their work. Suzanne grew up cute and spoiled with all-American looks and a cheerleader’s body. She was daddy’s little girl and if asked today, she would still say he’s is the closest thing to a perfect father ever. She never told him, but she never really fell out-of-love with him when she ‘should’. I went back into the ladies toilet, where my clothes were, only to find my brassiere and knickers were missing, I smiled ironically, wondering which of the men would jack-off with my undergarment wrapped around their members.Pulling my short dress on, I went back out into the room, where most of the men hung around to meet me. They were drinking and smoking, talking in hushed whispers, after all this was considered underground stuff, and all of these men could be considered as p*******es, and. .There is a large table with a collection of Whips, canes, belts, and paddles, as well as other toys. An old fashioned caning bench stands along the short wall. In the center is a steel device holding you, your barely clothed body caught it its unforgiving clutches. Helpless. Anything could happen here and there would be no stopping it. Your spirit could be broken in this room. The cold air and metal restraints make you shiver. So bare; so powerless. My footsteps grow louder in the hall.As I.