WHACK the stripe landed and she flinched a little and let out a small scream a second followed then a third, each with the same result each raising th... sound a decibel. He released her hands and she was allowed to make a sandwich apiece and brew coffee, his eyes never leaving her striped butt. They sat at the table she had so recently laid upon. Her arse smarting as she sat, his smile saying he knew of her discomfort. She had been in a state of turmoil since Thursday when he had summonsed. She had stopped crying, and was trying to distance herself,mentally, from what was happening to her, and I smiled. I reached over,my lips still hot against her flesh, teasing her shallow belly button, andpulled out one of my favorite toys. It was a 'personal massager', awireless vibrator with two speeds and a bulbous head that vibrated: simple, easy to carry, and effective. I felt her bodystrain against the bonds as my mouth moved against her inner thigh, just inchesfrom her pantie-clad. They’re out to get us. Must be why there are so few of us and so many of them. People like us don’t live together in one big place. We don’t stick together. And that’s our weakness. We’re from all cultures, races and backgrounds. And even though we’re a diverse bunch, we’re quite isolated. We can spot the Sociopaths, but not each other. That’s our main weakness. It takes us quite a long time to detect each other. So we don’t get to band together to take on our natural enemies. Sociopaths are. “Why don’t we find out right now?” she retorted.I blinked a few times then realized that my mouth had been hanging open just slightly in an expression of incredulity. One look at her made it clear that that was crazy. The bandages above her left hip were stained red. A smaller red splotch stained the bandages around her right thigh. Tougher men than I would be bedridden for weeks with injuries like that. Sigrid herself said the girl was lucky to be alive. I cleared my throat to cover my.