“I denied myself for two thousand years while buying Jehovah’s foolishness about not mating with mortals, not yielding to lust, and embracing his ...hilosophy that essentially exalted death over life. I mean, hell, the symbol of that sect is a cross, an instrument of execution! That’s like a religion using a guillotine as its main totem, isn’t it? That’s a death cult! This is going to be life cult instead, but first we must fully embrace and experience the hedonism at the core of our new. Her wrists were shackled to her thighs, her hands enclosed in the locked, finger-less, gloves that made certain that there was nothing she could do to gain her freedom. Her belts in turn were linked by chains to the frame of the cage fixing her within the confined space and holding the weight of her upper body so that her knees and feet rested only lightly on the bars of the cage beneath her. They too were belted and chained so that the girl hung, immovable and silent within her cage. As the. It always got me hot and always got me off. After a few minutes of quiet, broken occasionally by whispers in their room, Chris's voice called, "Dave? You still awake?" I was torn between answering or pretending I slept so soundly that hadn't heard them fucking."Yeah," I answered."Do you want to come and play with us?" Did I want to? Shit, yes I wanted to!"Sure," I answered, and rose from the couch. I had already ditched my underwear, so I entered the candle-lit bedroom naked. The blankets were. She had inherited her mother's large green eyes and flowing blonde locks, along with the generous, expressive mouth and diminutive frame that spoke of her father's Southern blood. Little more than sixteen years of age, her body had only recently ripened into the fullness of womanhood. She had thought little of the changes that were happening to her until the fateful day she had met a gallant young knight named Edward. Edward. The thought of his name threatened to break her composure, and.