I lean against the bar and take in my surroundings. Glen and I came here at the beckon of Mr. Isaac. To my left I can see out the windows and into the...cool night. A brightly lit sign tells me that they serve Budweiser here. Budweiser, king of beers. I don’t care for it. Tastes like old piss to me. I’m more of a Coors kind of guy. Tap the Rockies, man. To my right I can see into the bar. A few hanging lamps dimly illuminate the table where Glen sits, listening to the instructions of Mr. Isaac. . Is that all? Well, then, bring it on!"We put her into a locked cell. There were electrified steel bars on the doors and windows. Besides the cameras hidden in the ceiling and walls, there were acoustic sensors.The word was out. It was a challenge to the Phantom Rapist. We were actually taunting him to get at what carefully orchestrated rumors in certain underground circles called "the world's finest piece of ass." The Rape Challenge. Sounded like a Reality TV show."All right, Lora, it's. I stroked myself there. I knew they wanted to see more. I slipped my finger inside myself. I moaned for them when I did it. After a while I slipped the finger back out. I rubbed it on my face, on my lips. I slipped it into my mouth. I heard my master say to lie down. I did it for him. I spread my legs for everyone, and continued to play with myself. I felt a hand on my thigh. I wanted it then. I did want it. I let out a moan for him, to encourage him. He began to caress me there, and then I. " Ruckle held out his arm and lead Allora over to Miller, giving her hand a pat without even realizing it. Allora dressed in the Mauve gown that Nedra had given her, the pearl choker with the amethyst tear drop around the dresses high neck, her father's signet ring on her right index finger, Betty had done her hair up in a soft chignon and helped Allora put in the pearl earrings, saying she looked absolutely grand. Miller smiled as Ruckle told him her name, then thumping the gold knobbed stick.