Exiting the alleyway, the man yanked her towards a large gray van, opened the back doors, and shoved her inside, slamming the doors closed behind her....It was windowless and pitch black; after a few seconds, she heard him get into the front and start the engine. The van rumbled, and then they were moving.Her jeans were still halfway down her thighs, and her panties still pulled aside. In the darkness, she could still feel the man's thick semen steadily flowing out of her, pooling between her. It's been longer for me. More like 20. But for the past 10 years, I've had an old song running through my head. It even has your name in it. Tonight I can throw it out, because, finally, I can be with the one I love... and I am." "Aw, that's so romantic." We kissed. I didn't want to push her, but I did want to see her in the light. I had imagined what was under her clothing for all those years. I wasn't expecting perfection. She had started losing weight and exercising in an attempt to save her. From that point on, we need to torment her sexually and only give her release when she submits. If she only lets herself be tied up once, she will eventually revert to her basic beliefs - she will have been shown as weak and will suffer. But if we repeat the lesson, she will soon associate the good feelings, the orgasm, with submission. Then, when Johnny shows her that she has been kept safe and not abused as she thinks, then she can begin to believe that we are trustworthy, with not only her. Bethany was sitting in our usual spot when I got to the lunch room. I guess she saw something on my face because she flushed and wouldn’t meet my eyes when I sat down. I leaned closer so others wouldn’t overhear.“So how did the news get out?” I asked as I opened my sack lunch.“I swear, I never said who it was. A bunch of us were just talking about sex in study hall.” Bethany loved the attention of telling stories and always thought she was being subtle. She was about as subtle as a brick to the.