The TV picture went out and I was alone again in the dark. The first fuck came soon afterwards. I quite enjoyed that. I was wet and horny and I needed...it. It sounds humiliating having your head and half your body buried in the ground and your rear end in the air, but no-one knows its you. In a way I felt as though I was mooning the crowd without them knowing who I was. I did wonder some of the time whether any of my neighbours might have come along to see what the party was about but I had no. The evening lasted into the night and on into the early morning. And so was I introduced to the activities of Mistress Pickles’ household. I served in this way for a good few months while continuing my normal duties and it was one such evening that Mistress Pickles took me aside to a small side room from the salon. She was dressed beautifully and her hair shone in the light of the small candelabrum that lit the room. ‘You have served well, Madeleine. You are a beautiful woman and I intend to. He leaped at the first flight, his first step halfway up, hands grabbing the rails like vines. Alex hauled himself up the stairwell like an ape climbing a tree, bouncing from landing to step to railing to landing, exploding through the door at the top, careening off the opposite wall into a full-on sprint down the hall, his long raincoat flapping behind him like wings of fury.The door was open; Alex braced a hand against the jamb and sprang through.Directly in front of him stood a man less than. ‘No. Not Ian. Damian. I’m glad you’re finally awake, Dinah. We have some work to do.’ ‘No! I don’t want you to …’ but Damian had already gotten the medications ready, and in a flash he was over her, giving her the injection. ‘There, there, little girl. I’m going to take good care of you. I’m gonna make sure you forget that ol’ Ian ever existed. Wait ’til you get a taste of MY babymaker!’ He grabbed her hand and put it over his cock. It was noticeably larger than Ian’s. Damian forced her hand.