My hands were chained to a wall hook and I stood there looking at the three thugs, Mr. White, and Jack.Mr. White smiled at Jack. "Nice job, Jack. You ...ere a good worker. Always loyal, a get-the-job-done guy." At that same moment, one of the thugs pulled his gun and aimed it at the back of Jack's head, and fired. Jack keeled over dead as his brains splattered across the room.Mr. White glared at me. "Now it's your turn. Remember what I promised to do? Well, we decided to give you a little added. All six primary Toilet Slave qualifications (chewing, munching, gobbling, swallowing, tasting and smelling) can be accomplished with a single effort. All the Toilet Slave needs to do is eat the constipated SEX-FOOD that either the Mother or the Daughter serves them for their morning meal. (morning turds are preferred because of their reliably larger size and predictably dense constipated firmness)***Upon awakening the Mother or Daughter will immediatly expect the Toilet Slave to expertly slip. In the fantasy you described, it sounds like you wanted to be forced into doing things. I could never be comfortable with doing that. Pretending to force you, I could do that if you wanted me to, asked me to." Well, it was only a fantasy, like you said. In my fantasy, I found it more exciting to be held down and forced in the beginning. I was just kidding around with you a little too, because it is fun pretending to be different than you actually are. I also remember you asking me if I'd like. "Ok! Hold my hand so I don't fall over in these heels." I said.]It was about 50 yards to the water. I could smell the salt water. There was nobody on the beach. We were about half way between the hotel and the bars along the boardwalk. I held Princess hand making sure she did not fall over. We walked a little bit before we stopped. "Can you unstrap my heels for me. The sand getting inside the open toe." said Princess. I leaned down to unbuckle the two top straps around her ankles. I gave her a.