Get to the end, and you are free. Fail. And you will suffer badly before you die.The problem was, her pursuers were fit young men, unencumbered, whils... she may have been fit and young, but she was also naked, her hands tied behind her, and drugged. The drug wouldn’t kill her, but it would slow her down later on the trail. She heard a shrill scream behind her somewhere. One of the other three girls had obviously been caught, and her suffering had begun. Carole wanted more than anything to be. And beneath the jacket? As she struggled against the ropes that held her he delighted in his first close look at her; the neatness of her waist – could it be that she was corseted? He studied the swell of her breasts beneath the fine white cotton of her blouse and the way that her slender neck stretched like the stem of some exotic flower from the starched and lace trimmed collar. He paused for a moment, drawing breath and savouring the splendour of the girl's presence, the fulfilment of the. ‘Yes, but Uncle, how can I drink some chemical potion that’s never been tested? I don’t know what it will do to me. In fact,’ I added, ‘I don’t even know what it’s supposed to do to me.’ Despite his pain he let out a low, lecherous chuckle. ‘You know all those young ladies I’ve lusted after all these years. They’ve despised me, laughed at me. Well, FUCK was going to give me the last laugh. Listen …’ His voice was fainter than ever now. I leant nearer to catch his words. But suddenly, he moaned. I came out of my bedroom and checked out on all my family. They were all still sleeping and I came out into the yard looking for a newspaper. I saw my phone on the table and checked for emails and messages. There was a missed call from my uncle. I called him back and he said, “I wouldn’t be in town for a few days. Take care of your aunt, kiddo. Just check what she is doing.” So I went down the street to my aunt’s house to check out how she is doing.Every time my mind thinks of her, my dick.