” He laughed loudly. “But he was walking into a trap, as you were. I gave them all my special wine... as I also gave you.” Another laugh interru...ted him. “The drug in the wine does not knock you out. It just makes you very weak. He had to sit there quietly as we entertained ourselves with his friends. Then my trusted soldiers showed him how we treat invaders and trespassers.”Like all pompous and arrogant men, the general’s pride caused him to make a mistake. He told me what the effect of the. This had started happening recently, ever since the article about her had been published. People knew where she lived, knew she was a slut, knew there were no locks on the doors. Strangers would come and just rape her, or the other girls. It had happened three of four times now. They knew the house had cameras in it, so they knew they had to leave the girls alive and without permanent damage, but the girls were getting used to being roughly raped by strangers in their own home at any hour. I began massaging her upper shoulders. Lightly squeezing her tense spots. The oil brightened her skin as the tv light glistened off her oily body. Sara moaned out and shrieked as I massaged her. Working some places harder than others. I began giving special attention to her lower back. I placed one hand above her butt for support, used my other to deeply massage her lower back. I was getting her trouble areas well, and working my way around her knots. What were moans of pain turned into. Because she refused to participate, the odds were that her name was flying back and forth through the cloud as well.Though she was doing her best not to look at it, the table of dessert dishes was calling to her. Someone had brought in a cherry pie, which was particularly tempting. Through force of will, she walked away without indulging, and thus avoided a week of extra time on the treadmill that the treat would have required, if she wanted to keep up the fight against her slowing.