.most of the times shocking them. These girls are locked away in rooms that are outfitted to break them more...rooms made out for what their fathers h...ve always wanted: A little girl that's never grown up and will always be their (and other mens') little girl. At least until they are broken in by the men that pay to have them.There are movie starlets that come to this house to get away from everything and the men (or even women) who have been stalking them could have their way with them at this. I bit hard against my bottom lip closing my eyes to the sensation but it didn't stop; before I could protest I felt the same warm pressure crawl under my legs and run up the crack of my ass pressing hard through the fabric of my bikini and prodding my tight ass. I started to pull away and the force became stronger, the warm liquid slipped up my back and over my shoulders pushing me deeper into the water leaving only my chin and up above water. Soon enough the tendrils slithered over my arms. But when someone tried to kill me and I wanted to appeal for Diadot, that was a different matter.Clothes were brushed, hair combed, and I was ushered in to the presence of the King. My two minders (Alkena and Avril) were allowed in as well to help me through the proper procedures. In the event the King brushed aside most of the established protocol. I had to bow of course, but then he simply asked “So you want to appeal for Diadot? Are you sure? This man tried to kill you. He seems to feel you. "You've done it before, obviously." I got another nod. "What do we need?" Well, I ought to be clean, but it isn't absolutely necessary," Bridgette replied. "I went a while ago, so I shouldn't be packed or anything. Some lube and a rag to clean up with are probably the minimums." Get 'em," I decided. "If you seem messy, how long will that take to fix?" Twenty minutes?" I guess that takes the spontaneity out of it, though, huh?" Yeah..." We'll try it without." Try what?" Beatrice asked."Going in.