She had endured like many victims of brutality endure. She had found a safe place within her mind and had retreated there. She lay limp and nearly cat...tonic while they took turns savaging her. As final payback for the kick, she was rolled over, her damaged face pushed painfully into the mattress while Tom ripped apart her virgin ass. When they were done they had quite literally thrown her and her clothing out Tom's back door laughing.She had dressed and staggered the few miles home in a fugue.. Our drinks were consumed without noticing, and more!" I'm going to dance on my own!" she said. And off she went. Men noticed the lone woman and homed in on her. In the space of an hour and a half she danced with ten different guys and ended up with one of them sitting at a table not far from mine. She sat so she could show her pussy to me. The guy didn't know of me and he was quite openly after her. He bought some drinks and tapas. They got on with their evening he oblivious of my existence and. “We plan on fishing it once he gets a little better at casting.”The girls served scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and orange juice. We ate together, still talking about the house.“I didn’t know you and Jenny lived here, Rob,” Paul said.“Yeah, we moved in a couple weeks ago. Jen and I are staying up here this summer,” Rob said. “We’re going job hunting next week.”“I was thinking about it, but I decided to go home this summer. Dad says the salmon fishing is supposed to be great this year. If you. My Master violated my ass again and again. When he wasn't fucking my ass, he usually made me keep a dildo up it. I was taught to walk again, not in the cool, graceful manner that my Mistresses had taught me, but in the trampy manner of a slut.He also took me too a tattoo parlor. There, I had the word "SISSY" tattooed on my ass in large letters.Master made me continue chanting my mantra. I was often forced to kneel on the floor in front of a large mirror for hours, lifting my skirt and saying,.