. and again.Time had taught me an important lesson about its construct. In the place of death there is no time. There is no tomorrow, because the soul... of the dead lost all of their tomorrows before arriving in this walled in, pitch black, oppressive, hell. It mattered not at all how long I stood and watched the macabre parade. No time passed for me ... the only surviving evidence of my trips to this pit were memories and they were meant to torment, but caused me wonder instead.The demon mad. And then she led me out to the hall I had walked down not so long ago. Only this time, I was bound, gagged, blindfolded and naked! I could hear voices coming, and yet she held me in place. My heart was pounding so hard I couldn’t really hear what was being said, and then my hard nipples were engulfed. It felt so good, and it took a moment to realise that there were two mouths upon me. I was naked before three people! So close, and she stole it away. How long she dragged me about, and to where,. .." The trapped young wife backed away, the first tears of fright beginning to course unnoticed down her terrified face."That's it, cry a little for me, baby," Hans leered. "Why don't you try a little scream while you're at it. They'll never hear you up on deck."Lynn knew that Hans was right. With the noises of the Vera's motor and the sea... She watched in horrified fascination as the powerful sailor finally freed the clasp of his zipper, and slowly pulled it downwards, exposing first a few. I crossed my legs, trying to squeeze my urethra shut. “Whenever you’re ready,” Rachel said. “What?”“You’re doing the pee-pee dance over there, and I just want you to know it’s okay. I’m ready..”“You really want this?” I asked. “Fuck no!” Rachel laughed. “But also, yeah… I think I am as ready as I'll ever be.”“Can I, can I do anything to make it better?”Rachel sighed. “I don’t think so,” she said. “I wish, I wish you could start by just peeing on my tits. But Sandra would find out. So I guess.