She took the laptop and gun and unlocked the front door.Seeing no one outside, she slipped out locking the door behind her. A car was sitting in the d...iveway. She inspected her key ring and found the ignition key. Once she got her bearings, she drove straight to the American Embassy.The Marine guard recognized her from the photo. She was ushered into the cultural attaché’s office where she was shocked to find her father. She told her story to an amazed duo. She handed her father Alexander’s. I look up in time to see the lash fall on her right nipple. Vicky screams again. She will not be allowed to fake anything. I resume my work and, to my surprise, Vicky's juices are now flowing. I am surprised because I know she does not get off on pain; I understand now that Simon is showing her the extent of her submission. They know her body, her reactions even better than she herself does. She is to be permitted no modesty, no subterfuge. They will extract from her every last iota of pain, or. Once both girls were in their harnesses, their father let them down one at a time, and forced their arms behind their backs, fastening them to the backs of their corsets, making their hands useless. Then he clipped a set of reigns to their bits, and led them both to the garage, where the family ponygirl stables were. Sarah and Julie were forced into adjoining stalls, and watched as their father closed the door to their stalls, locking it with a small lock, before going back into the house. . They walked only a little faster than human speed, though, unlike the Hawkins, their gliding stride could never be mistaken for human.As they got closer, I could make out more details. They wore clothes that had seen better days, dirt stains and something else showing in patches. None of them wore shoes.They looked over our assembled group, taking in our semi-relaxed postures and good clothes as Marcus, flanked by Davis and Chadwick stepped forward.The man who led the group was built a little.