The next day started off with a couple of sayings that I had no idea where they came from but they were appropriate for the situation I was in: the fi...st would be, "When it rains, it pours." The second was, "No good deed goes unpunished." The focus of my annoyance was Colonel Levi who in talking to Sven along with the rest of my entourage, I was referring to as my jailer. Calling him my jailer I knew was not fair to him as he had been pleasant and accommodating during my stay. Even with the. Otherwise, candles provided the only light in the room. Shadows that the table lamp cast on the walls and over the black shapes of posters danced with the flicker of the candle flamesMy ankles were tied to the front legs; my arms were tied together behind me and then to the back legs, and my chest was tied to the back of the chair, I assume, to keep me upright. It also held me against any squirming I might have taken a mind to do. I did not want to contemplate on the type of gag that I had in. “Are you ok Neil?” I struggled to reply and just nodded. “Neil, you have been crying, what’s wrong?” she moved up the bed to get closer, I could smell the wine and see her slightly unsteady.“My mum?” I stammered.“Oh she left a wee while ago, had to pour her into a taxi” Bev giggled. “But tell me, whatever is the matter with you?”I just stared at Bev, a pit in my stomach and I just wanted to tell her everything then she reached out, touched my cheek and then took my hand. I began to feel. " He pushed and I about upchuck my tonsils. Oh my, how did he think it would fit in my little hole? The woman said, “Relax” He started to push with a rhythm and my hips were starting to match him and his movements. "What do I do now, should I call out the safe word and stop this? How could little old me take something almost unhuman like, I cannot, no way." Then I felt a small painful twinge and he had worked the head in. I could not swallow and breathing was super-fast. It was unbelievable,.