.wow..." Imanaged shakily."I guess that means good?" she asked.I nodded smiling weakly, but straightened up and tried to use my bodylanguage to tell h...r I was okay."Girl, if you thought that was good, just wait until you see what'sbehind door #2!" she said with delight as she got behind me andpropelled me through the curtain..............I felt the final shackle click into place around my left wrist. I wasnow completely restrained, helpless, and completely at her mercy...Well, I reflected, I. “She is dripping,” said another.They pulled the tape off her pretty little mouth and she let out a scream. They spun her around to face me, she only looked at the floor. I felt terrible; this was getting way out of hand.The leader spoke again, ninte peru enthaadi p00ri m0le[“What’s your name bitch?”]“ Tara,” she finally got out.“Well Tara,” said the leader. “Take a good look at your husband, because if you don’t perform like a good little slut. You will never see him again.”The blood drying on. "Well yes Linda it was an unusual school, all boys, all boarders and an entirely female staff, except for caretakers, handymen and so on. The ethos of the school was female superiority, so most of the boys were sent by their mothers who wanted that sort of upbringing for their children." "So discipline was in the hands of lady members of staff" asked Linda. "Of course my dear, corporal punishment was freely administered, the headmistress had a fearsome reputation with the cane, and well. Like a scene straight out of a poem. She walked over to the boulder, naked as a bird, sheathed sword in hand, and a beam of moonlight shining down on both her, and the mask. The black mask, with its weird, swirling lines of silver. Eye-holes, a parted mouth, and a thick body of obsidian; not a material she recognized. She wanted to say rock or some weird metal, but neither rock nor metal could carry black that deep.And the world came to a stop. The breeze silenced, the leaves stopped rustling,.