Each had a littlebarred window in it. Just in front of the doors sat severaldevices. Some of them I recognized from Master's. He either hadthem or pho...os of them. Others I did not recognize. However, therewas no doubt about their use. They were instruments of torture Inthe overhead beams were many large steel rings and handing fromsome were lengths of chain. Susan stopped next to a standing stocks. My remaining clothingwas removed and She placed me in the stocks. After She finishedsecuring. It'll look so much better with somecurl to it." Some curl" turned out to be a lot of curls. When she had finished, I hadfeathery, eyebrow-length bangs that framed my face; my hair was fairlystraight on top, but then cascaded in a mass of curls around and past myshoulders."God!" I exclaimed, "I look like a girl!" You look way cute!" Lisa retorted, "Honestly honey, you look soooo sexy!" Totally!" Jessica said, "Really babe, you look awesome!"She fluffed my hair with her fingers. "God," she. I felt my panties get pulled to the side and a wet finger slid into my ass and start to loosen me up as I tried a few more attempts to get away because I didn’t want to get fucked without protection. Each time I was yanked down face first and smacked on the ass. With two fingers getting me lose I heard someone else down the trail coming and got quiet along with my rapist, I was too ashamed to say anything because I had put myself into this situation so I was going to just let it happen. When. What Bob saw in the mirror was a most desirable young woman. The girl appeared to be barely in her twenties - perhaps at most twenty-two or three. Lustrous light honey blond hair rose on her head in a flattering feminine style, framing her heart shaped face, and falling in soft waves until it reached well below her shoulders, as Bob knew since he could feel it tickling him on his shoulder blades. Under that massive mane of blond curls was a female face with a soft cream colored complexion and a.