One sore gurl pussy. Two sore tits with reddened nipples that had been stretched mightily! My feet were sore and my ankles bore the markings of where ... had been shackled. My wrists the same markings. My neck had the markings of a collar. In fact, through the night, I had to wear a posture collar which made my head be very erect and unable to look down at all. Had I looked down, I would have seen nipples that were now bright red and HUGE. I thought through all the pain, they would have subsided. ” She pulled out a book from her pack. It was titled The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy .“So it's lies?” I asked, looking down at the words.“Not really. Most of it was written by followers of my parents. They believed they were Gods and wrote down events as they perceived them. But this.” She touched the passage. “April wrote this. Do you know who she was?”I shook my head.“She was one of the sluts.” Chase smiled. “She had curly, brown hair and glasses. She was quiet and always thinking. She. "Ambrose's eyes went wide then he nodded agreement. "I am hoping also cousin; I personally don't want to expire before I can do any good."Adina's face was shocked then it held anger as she spit, "Don't joke about that cousin! You are far stronger than father was, you'll make it; that I am sure of." Then she sided up to Ambrose purring, rubbing her face on his hand. "We all have to survive, you more than the rest of us."Ambrose watched her for a moment then pulled his had back pulling her face. I wanted that physical contact with someone. One night, after almost three weeks with no sex, I turned to “Old Faithful” – the Quest chatline, hoping to at least have phone sex with someone. I’d had moderate success with Quest previously – a few threesomes, a few fucks with strangers, and a few hot phone sex sessions with single women and couples. On this occasion, in 2013, I was about to get lucky again.It was a hot summer’s night, and I was laying in bed with the ceiling fan on and the covers.