To step between these two was a major step out of character for me. I think I was even shocked, but I knew where this would end, and wanted to at leas... keep it from getting to that final confrontation. My voice was level and calm, but even to my ears, my voice had its own edge. "You've shown up, you've made your point, and I think you know you're not welcome here. I think you'd better leave. You're ruining a good party with your petty tactics."Judy seemed ready to launch an attack on ME for. "Don't look at me! I didn't drink it," the servant said in self-defense, as if he were being accused."But... !" the Castellan started before the possibility of what had happened occurred to him."Could... !" he began and stopped. "You don't think... ?" he began again, and looked from the firkin to the ladder and the open trap door."What could he have wanted up there in the dark?" the Castellan finally asked."It's a bit late to ask him," I pointed out, and had the trap door close, and then I. And every time, it's the same damn thing. We fight. He cries. I drink. I go back. I grovel. We have horrible sex. Repeat cycle. I don't want to do this anymore…" Tears begin to form in my eyes and I wipe one away quickly so Dennis doesn't notice. He does. He puts one strong arm around me and pulls me into his chest. "Come to mine Elena. I'll make it ok. I promise," he whispers. I pull away and nod. He smiles in relief. 20 minutes later, we're sitting on Dennis's couch, drinking tea. "What. I got a shock when I looked up. Pat had removed her bra and panties and hadstrapped on a dildo (don't ask!) She greased it with some moisturiser and thenslipped all nine inches into Carries gaping cunt. Carrie screamed. "No you can't do this!" she yelled. "Oh yes she can." I told her. Worse was to come. After a whilePat removed the dildo, only to spread Carries cheeks and thrust it slowly intoher anus. It was obviously painful, and also humiliating. With every thrustshe yelled and begged Pat to.