Apparently Koontz kept most of his files scattered around the house for convenient access. The information Bachman was after was supposedly in a small...safe hidden in one of the private bedrooms.Unfortunately the room was occupied.The description Bachman had been given seemed accurate enough. The room looked like something out of the Arabian Nights. Silks were suspended from the ceiling and walls to make the room look like a tent and soft cushions were scattered everywhere. A soft orange light. ......and still my pussy quivers and glistens in it's wetness. Finally the trashing of my body ceases and with one swish of the pocket knife my bonds are cut and and I drop to my knees. He stands over me gazing down.......with one hand he raises my chin and I look up at him. Tears have run down my cheeks, my eye make-up is smeared but his thrashing has served it's sinister purpose and I beaten, submissive and obedient. I can see his huge erection pushed against his jeans and I obediently begin. I pushed my way through.Someone had painted over Eugenie Butler-Winter’s artwork. The same red paint but in a display of ironic creativity, the vandal had arranged the words differently: ‘DEVIENT’, ‘AIDS’ and ‘PURVERT’. Mr Peters was furiously trying to scrub them off, watched by Vice Principal Hinterberry.Eugenie Butler-Walker was standing to one side sobbing her heart out. Without even thinking, I went over and wrapped my arms around her in a comforting hug.“I’d love you to paint over it. Once out on the party floor I spit the pacifier out only to have itfall down my dress stoping when it reaches the end of it?s ribbon,Itry to just blend in in the background but several times Mistressbrings her and Julie?s co workers over to introduce me as Daisy, Allkinds of comments are made about our costumes and how cute we looktogether in them as we?re being told this I suddenly feel the vibrationagain, then it starts getting more intense, I can feel myself startingto squirm, and looking.