I don’t care who saved our lives. Just be thankful that we are all okay right now.”That was the moment I decided to make everyone aware that I was...conscious once more. I shifted uneasily, the action sending jolts of pain through my body as I tried to summon up the strength to at least sit up on my own. I felt someone grab my back to support me and prevent me from falling over. Which I was grateful for because my back felt as if it had been smashed into a million pieces.Looking around, I saw. It was ten thirty when the candles were lit again, the cuffs were placed on her wrists and her hands secured above her Ted produced a riding crop for me and a leather belt for himself, asking how many strokes she wanted. She said “she wanted nothing extreme, just gentle telling strokes over every inch of her body” by the time we stopped it was to all tingle, if it took ten or a thousand strokes we were to do it, enjoy ourselves and not to stop till she was pink all over and to “please be really. How she had gone about branding the word 'freak' deeply into its bare pubic area. She showed Samantha the surgical steel tube that was held tight around the freak's penis, locked there through piercings both at the base and near the head of the cock, so that full erections were impossible and just the purple helmet protruded. She further showed off, with great relish, the stud piercings that encircled the rim of that cockhead and the tiny, tinkling, humiliating bell that hung from one of them.. " How much time have I got?" There's no way to know. That kind of crap is just for the movies, Ray. Real doctors don't say stuff like 'You've got six months, at the outside.'" I'd like at least to hang around, see my kid," he told her."Baby's due in less than three months," Dr. Lincoln said."You think I can hang in, three more months? What would the movie doctors say?" They'd say there's always a chance." Okay, then," Ray told her. "That's what I'd like you and the other docs to focus on now..