You may call me Death.’ I rolled my eyes at that and took a swig of beer. ‘Does that line ever work on any woman?’ The bartender slapped down a ...late of stew that theoretically contained actual fresh meat. He spit his chew into a tub on the bar to my left and eyed the newcomer. ‘This guy bothering you, Keelin?’ ‘You truly do not know me?’ B, Death, whatever he wanted to call himself, said with a raised brow. I wish I could say the world had gone in a good direction after the wars, but. This is how my second day of being Mindfucked.I had lost track of time between the numerous sessions of torture, I hadn't seen or heard El since the first day. My only contact was with people moving me, strapping me into the fucking machine and blasting me with cold water once I had been taken out. I hadn't had any real food but I was never hungry or thirsty, I was left to soil myself before I was hosed clean and moved to the next cycle of torture. Sometimes my captors would remove the cover of. So you really didn’t want to.” There was a quaver in her voice.The truth was, of course, eventually I DID want to. But how could I admit that? I tried something different. “Jess, you are such a beautiful girl. I should say young lady. Anyone would find you attractive.”“You think I’m pretty huh?” “Of course I do. The most beautiful girl in the world. I always tell you.”She purred at that, and put her arm over my chest and hugged me.When she leaned back, I looked down at her. She was. I tell her “slap your pussy with the flat of your hand hard”. she complies her moan is so hard that I must ask “do you already want to cum little slut ?” she does not hesitate, “yes Master, please, please”. I smile, “rub your ass on your cuckold’s cock then cum hard”. she complies instantly and cums so hard I am grinning. After a few seconds she remembers “oh thank you Master”. “you are welcome little t”, I say as I place a finger in My drink and come closer. I touch the pearl of her clit. her.