"Go in the bathroom and get those jeans off", he said to me, "you'll be more comfortable that way with just the leathers. you still need to drive home...but it's a warm night, you don't want swamp crotch." I went into the bathroom and did as I was told too drunk to really do anything but obey. I came back out sat down on the couch and began watching TV with him. He offered me a beer which I excepted and when I sat down on his couch to watch TV he ambushed me like a tiger. "Let me see that." He. She started talking and she told me that we were to be auctioned at one of the illegal slave auctions. Apparently all slave auctions had been banned by law, but the Mafia type organisations that existed on the island organised them at various venue and they were a sort of open secret.Later some sort of porridge was placed in the pen, it was pure hunger that eventually made me swallow some of the vile concoction young Hetty fed to me. She told me that she had been a slave all her life and had. 10 O’clock rolled around, I called her to confirm we were still on and she said again to bring my whip and I told her it was ready. Then drove to this bar downtown called the ?Crimson Bite? I parked my car and locked it, grabbed the real whip out of the trunk and hid it under my jacket. I realized when she told me bar name that it was a BDSM bar so I was excited to be going, but didn’t know why she picked here, she looked like too much of a good girl to be into BDSM. But I dare not judge due to. During that time, none had conceived a child, and as the years passed all grew fearful that they would end up as Cyrenia and Kallisana had. It was a comfortable life, but none would deny that they wanted a more substantial existence. On this morning, Helenia arose before the others, stretching her pale arms over her head. Her pale red hair tangled around her lithe body, and glowed against the pale blue sheets. Her lashes fluttered open over eyes that matched the sheets, and she purred low in.