Most of the time, she had something in her mouth. Be it a cock, balls or a dildo or a gag. They liked also to spit in her mouth, saying it's for re-hy...ration. Despite the stinging pain of the tattoo needle, they tortured her tits also, placing needles in them, and slapping them around.At the end they allowed her to rest, and admire her tattoos. They wrote "Owned by" above her "RHM" brand. Below it, above her pussy they drawn an arrow, and written "WHORE to be used by men". Around her ass it was. I find the heavy wheelbarrow harder to pilot with slippery leather material between my hands and the rough grain of old oak handles. We started early. I work steadily filling the raised beds that Jack and I made the other day with beautiful brown soil. One load, two loads. This is where the pear trees will go. Three loads. I have to start actually using the shovel to encourage the large pile to flow down into the metal wheelbarrow. A clump sticks to the shovel; I use my hand to push it off the. And I always imagine one day- one day he would find me. Find me out on those streets by myself. Demand that I get into his car. He would take me someplace, someplace where I could stay and he wouldn't worry about me. Because he would worry about me- even more so than the people related to me. In the car I imagined him asking me questions. "How long have you been out here?" A couple of months." Do any of your friends know?" No." What about your coworkers?" Nope." And your relatives?" They don't. .."The night was almost done. We’d spent a few hours doing what we both intended to do at the onset - spending a few hours with a reasonably random stranger (we still didn’t, and don’t to this day know each others real names), but before we went our separate ways... Well, Viktor still needed to know his password.”So. We are almost out of time, and the next room... You will not find as pleasant as this one.”That made her eyes light up - idiot, promising more of the same, only harder, to a sub?.