I was naked throughout, and my hands, legs and neck were chained. There was no possibility of escape, and no hope in that cold, dark, miserable hell-h...le.Somehow I made it through the night and was woken by Madame Celeste. She looked fantastic, though quite terrifying, with dark make-up, dark clothes and leather boots. I was taken out of the bunker and climbed the stone steps to reach ground level, where the light hurt my eyes. I was still cold, and naked, in the crisp air of a German morning,. I know, it is fucked up, but I love her, so I just layed there, waiting for my sentence.She was dressed up, really hot, wearing one of those leather like pants - leggings, that perfectly sat on her ass. Sex on a fucking stick.She went to one of many Belgrade "fancy" bars, sat at the bar, and waited. She told herself, that she will fuck the first guy that hits on her. Maybe ten or twenty minutes passed, and a young, fit guy, started hitting on her. A student. Handsome, she says, muscular. She. I slid down the bed and then over her leg and nestled between her thighs. "What're you doing?" she asked. "Relax, lie down," I answered, unsteadily, "I'm going to make you feel good." I hope.This was a view I had never had of a girl and it was certainly striking. I hesitated; did I really want to do this? I was still running my finger in and out of her tunnel, but I quickly saw that I wouldn't be able to do that and what I intended without hitting myself in the face. Instead I pulled my finger. Then, we’ll see what to do about this!” The ugly brute had obviously slapped her, Carol thought,trembling herself as she poured straight whiskey into a smallglass. The red welts from his big fingers were still embossed onthe poor girl’s cheek. “Here, drink this, hon,” Carol said, dropping down beside Pegto gently place a hand on the shivering brunette’s shoulder as shehanded her the glass. “Just sip at it … would you like somewater.