I sat on the edge of the sofa and leaned over and kissed her. She kissed me back like I had never been kissed before and in one motion threw the blank...t off of her body, she was totally naked. I remember her white skin, beautiful breast and that mound of red hair between her legs. I laid beside her and did my best to act like I knew what I was doing, caressing her tits and kissing her. After just a few minutes, she pushed me back and got up, taking me by the hand and lead me to her bed. Candles. )As she stripped - which she did almost every night, now - she revealed more and more tattoos. “Cockwich” was printed on her flat stomach, with a figure of her being penetrated by three men simultaneously (in case anyone struggled to work out what it meant).The small of her back was covered with her most “innocent” tattoo - from a distance, it looked like a fractal or some kind of mathematical pattern, but when you looked at it up-close, it turned into a collection of cocks, cunts, and people. They want me to stay here, but I told them I have a career and need to go back to it. I had to come up with a plan that made them feel safe letting us go free. I had them tape you going around begging for cum, and signed 3 checks to them supposedly paying them for training you to be a slave bitch. You will have to sign a paper granting them license to use you as they wish and telling them that you want to be castrated." I told her, "I can't sign that, I want them all in prison for what they did. The major held his little Scarlet down and fucked her in the shitter as hard as he could, panting and sweating as he pounded her from behind. She was still crying hysterically when he finally pulled out and spilled his fuck all over her behind.He left her soon after he was done with her, but made sure to thank her before returning to his own bedroom.“ You are a good little whore Scarlet darling” he said before closing the door. A few days passed by, and what happened that night seemed to go.