" Okay, let's work on the story more. I would like to go over the first two chapters and start chapter three." That doesn't sound very romantic."'It w...ll be." We finished our lunches, dropped off our trays, and she took my hand leading me to her room. Nicki wasn't there. Karen's laptop was ready and she opened the story in her word processor. She stood and pointed at the chair. "Sit there, Brad." I sat on the chair and she sat in my lap. "Working on the story will occur but working on us is. For two months now he had been bound in the sinister full body prison and constantly bathed in her cum as he sucked her off and took her massive cock up his ass more regularly than he would have thought humanly possible.He was a slave; a sex slave. There was no other way to put it accurately. She had not tortured him or left any permanent scars or marks on his body to date, but the fact remained that he was a prisoner in her elaborate dungeon of a guest flat, and she demanded his sexual. It was clear that he would make no effort to intervene. And then, he was gone, as they sat her forward on the bench. The men would waste no time nor effort with applying straps. Their method was to be simple, effective and painful.The hauled her bottom forward, to the very edge of the bench. A plastic cable tie was looped around the bench's tubular support, then threaded through her pussy rings. It was yanked with a tightness that showed no compassion. Another zip-tie went through a ring. "Oooo! What is it? Is it good?" Oh, yes, it's good. You're going to eat my nice wet pussy." I'll bet it tastes good!" You're going to find out." At least make them stop saying those things," Jason said in a low voice.Richie laughed. "But that's half the fun. Come on, let's go."Heather and Melinda slid an arm around each other as they walked towards the stairs, giggling to each other and touching each other's bodies as they walked.Jason reluctantly pulled up the rear. While they ascended the.