She had a ripe ass, perky DDs swinging loosely in her shirt, and plump red lips, begging for a thick rod between them. Her hair was luxurious, hanging...in tight curls, and her eyes were a rich chocolaty brown. I walked to Maria as if I knew her, implanted myself in her mind as her master, and within minutes we were driving toward my house. Luckily, there were two bedrooms in the dungeon. Tonight was going to be a fun one.--------------------We got back home and I lead Carla down the other. That I really had fallen into her trapand now was stuck there for good."You still don't believe me huh? Alright. Just say my name, and I'll letyou go home." Without hesitating my mouth sang, "Mistress... I mean.. Mistress. You aremy mistress.... What.. how come I can't??"She giggled softly at my squirming. "It's okay pet... I'm sure you justforgot... so how about some easy math. What's two plus two?"I knew this one. I may not be very good at math but I know I can dothis... I thought, but the. 'Bullshit'! A very adult swear word for a girl to say to an adult. 'Close your eyes and keep them closed'. This is it, flashed through my mind, and as I closed them, wrinkling up my face in a show of grim determination, perhaps over emphasizing my determination to obey and follow whatever he was going to do, so when I said I disagreed with his theory, I at least could prove it by doing exactly what he was going to do. 'Ok, good', he said softly, and I felt him part my thighs, which. Ragan tried to open the door, but it was locked. Again, he pounded on the door and cried out to the inhabitants. Still nothing.Ragan tried one last time to open the door, trying to force it open by slamming his shoulder over and over against it, but it would not budge. Finally, he collapsed on the porch, exhausted. He stared over at Simmons, face down on the floor. It seemed incredible they had survived out in the wild in the storm, only to die on the porch of this house.Lord Ragan looked out.