? I threw myself at the ground. Laying there on my belly, I felt my legs being shackled. ?I take no pleasure in this but I must as your lord and maste... do this. Lay there and suffer whore. Repent for your sins.? And then it begins. The one word that was terror to all women in the Church of Shadow. The thought came into my head, ?Pain?. I whimpered and thrashed but to my avail. My hands and feet were locked useless as fire raged in my body. The neurons in my brain worked their magic as shocks. She saw me watching: “Do you like?” she asked, with a cheeky smile on her face.It was all I could do to respond with mumbled “yes”.Then she reached into the wardrobe again and pulled out her cream satin blouse, and I watched as she slowly slid her arms into the sleeves, buttoned it up just enough to be able to see the lace trim of her bra, and tuck it neatly into her skirt.She looked over to see me stroking the bulge in my pants.“I see you really like it.” She said, as she turned to the mirror. "Go," Diana said, laughing at the trooper, but speaking to the others, "the three of you. Go try out your new car." Smiling, she closed Meg's door.Jeff tapped on the window and Meg turned the switch on and let the window down. "There's a note on the dash. We made reservations for you three at Martha's. Don't hurry back. Why not take in a show in Denver while you're out? Make a night of it." We'll do just that," Steve said, "and thank you both, Jeff and Diana."Meg put on her seat belt, started. She grabbed a bag and pulled it open. Her parched mouth instantly salivated as the smell washed over her. The first chip hit her tongue in an ecstasy of salty, greasy perfection. She wolfed down the entire bag, sucking the remnants from her fingers, before forcing herself to stop. She didn’t know when the next time she would find food would be, and she was determined to ration her food responsibly.Stepping outside again, she decided to investigate the rest of the grounds before returning for.