Wendy’s heart was racing as she scurried through the house like an animal set free. She quickly showered and fixed her hair. She dug into the back...of her panty drawer and pulled out a pair of skimpy bikini panties. Then to the closet to get out a short sundress that she hadn’t worn since last year. Pressed it off and slipped it on. She felt good. The dress was so lightweight she almost felt naked. It was so nice to feel sexy again. So nice to want to feel sexy. All of this prep to just. There were shelves and drawers full of dildos, vibrators, floggers, restraints, and a few things Bree couldn’t put a name to. There was also one small screen amid the shelves with five different views displayed, all of them displaying her body from a different angle in the bedroom. She felt lightheaded as she quickly fixed her dress, feeling exposed and overwhelmed.So many questions raced through her mind. Had Dorian filmed them before? Why was he filming them? Did he want to use ALL of those. She knew she was being given an order to do something she didn’t want to do. And I don’t mean the icy-hot on her butt plug. She lifted herself off the seat and pulled her plug loose, focused on what she was doing instead of the car we were about to pass on the interstate. I got to see the look in the driver’s eyes as he saw a pair of tits come up past the passenger side window sill.As Karen applied the icy-hot to her plug, she replied to my question. “When people want to look at me I invite. I wanted to take the women down and put the men in their place. Amy grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the group, "You can't put them on the cross or you'll be no better than them. Kill them yes, but don't stoop to torture or none of the other clans will ever trust you." Sue grabbed me and gave me similar advice. I held my rage in and walked over to Joshua and John."Why are these animals still alive?", I asked taking out my gun. With two shots to the head I killed them. Turning to the mob.