"Who are you?" she asked quietly, looking down at me and ignoring the big pistol pointed at her middle."Cap'n Foster's corporal, ma'm," I think I stut...ered out hoping my foggy brain would wake up soon. I sat up and swung my feet to the cold floor."Oh," she said, and quickly sat beside me on the narrow bed, shaking her head to the side so she would not sit on her hair. "I'm Francine. This is my house." Really?" I said, putting aside the horse pistol and holding down my trembling lance which rose. He just whispers to me, “Lick my fucking balls, baby. Lick my fucking balls with my cock down your throat, slut.” I try to lick his balls, but I know I'm not doing it as well as I should. He gives me two quick, swift slaps on the cheek and says, loudly, “Do it, whore!” I swirl my tongue around his balls as best as I can from the awkward angle, afraid I'll choke on his dick. I hear him going, “Mmmmmmm, mmmmm, yes. Good girl.” He pulls out, gives me just a couple of seconds to breathe, then. "That photo of us was taken a couple of years ago as part of our Christmas card photo session we had. The two boys are David and Joshua. David is the older one. He was a Boy Scout and a quarter the way to being an eagle scout." I paused for a moment. Memories of our camping trips came rushing back to me. Our times spent in the woods with the other men cutting trees, building fires, cooking meals together. It just hit me."Joshua was my youngest and he just started Cub Scouts. I think he was. She was bound in metal restraints with her arms twisted up in a reverse prayer, blind, dumb and chained to a stone pillar in a room only one person alive knew about and who also didn't know she was here. She was barely holding back the panic. Perhaps if she could get upright, maybe the cuff wasn't locked, just pushed almost closed and stiff? Perhaps she could pry it open against something?Using the pillar Emily managed to work her way up and get her legs under her in a kneeling position. .