Before bed that night I let the bitch eat and use the bathroom before tying her spread-eagled back to her bed. Looking at her lying there naked, bound...and gagged and so helpless and so terrified of me made me very happy.THE TORTURE OF TINA'S TITS.I was anxious to start the torture of little Tina's tits. I untied the bitch from her bed and then tied her to a chair, her hands were bound behind her back, her ankles tied to the legs of the chair and then I took her ball gag out of her mouth."It's. It usually seemed bright to her but today, despite the blazing sun outside, everything looked dingy and yellowed. Everything – from the dusty, dried flower arrangement with the oddly canted, broken cattail that took pride of place on the kitchen table in between the mismatched salt and pepper shakers, to the haphazard collection of brightly colored refrigerator magnets holding up an assortment of fading recipes, postcards and notes – it all seemed to have lost whatever meaning it had ever had. From the size of the hole, it had to be an exit wound.Ten feet further in, Joshua lay, the pistol still in his hand. Rushing to his side, Alex raised the boy's head. The bullet wound in his son's abdomen causing him nearly as much agony as it must be causing Josh."We tried to stop 'em, Pa," the boy gritted through his teeth, "but they was too many. Is Ma all right?" She..." Alex choked on the words, then continued, "your ma was hurt some, son, that's why she couldn't come to you." I heard her. Her other hand is cupping, caressing, my balls, as smooth as everywhere else on us both. I moan some more. “Yes?” she asks. “Oh, yes” is all I need to say. My turn.Behind her again I reach around, working down this time, the tops of her thighs sensitive to my touch. Then slowly, gently moving inward, exploring around her clit. She wriggles and moans. I spread her pussy lips slightly with one hand. Middle finger circling her clit, slowly, firmly, closing in on my target. Still moaning, breathing.