Hours in these skin chaffing ropes, contorted and strung up for his pleasure, for his entertainment, was taking its toll on her forty-five year old bo...y.She could feel a wobble in her left leg that travelled up into her torso. Any collapsing of that foot, any shift in its position, aggravated the immense discomfort in her left breast. Her nipple stretched in pain by the intricate and devious set of ropes he had created to make her suffer in.She whimpered as she stared at his back, “Please. Almost immediately music started up and the red curtains at the back of the room parted and two women appeared. They were naked but for G-strings. One was small, petite, shall we say? Seeing as we’re in France. One was petite, about five-three or four. She had a pixie-ish quality to her. Short hair, a slim body, small, pert breasts. Narrow hips. The other was considerably taller. Maybe five eight or nine. Curvy. Broad shoulders, big tits, narrow waist, wide hips. Amazonian, almost. The show. All were laughing and giggling as they talked while they smoked and drank their beer. Finally it was time to move on to the party. It was well after 11:30 by the time they arrived at the party which was appeared to be already in full swing. There were people everywhere. Inside and outside, front yard and back yard by the pool people were gathered together in little groups discussing the game or their future. Each one holding a plastic cup of beer or their favorite beverage. Music was. "How many people have you killed?" I demanded of him, tears pouringdown my cheeks. "How many women did you rape and murder?" I kickedhim as hard as I could and screamed, "HOW MANY KIDS?"The monster just glared at me defiantly. "It was never anythingpersonal," he finally said. "I merely do what I must to live." And you don't think I wanted to live?" I spat at him, shooting hisother foot and causing him to scream. "My wife?" I shot him again,taking out one of his kneecaps. "My daughter?" .