They were probably perfect. The only issue was that there was no good way to get off on it.Suddenly her eyes caught something interesting near the tab...es that were put up nearby. A saw. She could cut down the pole, straddle it and then rub her now rather damp panties against it. She stumbled over and grabbed it and walked back. Her idea was fucking great! Or at least that was her perception of it. She knelt at the bottom of the pole and started using the saw.“Made of some really hard wood, this. I smiled.These women hadn't yet submitted to Brandon. Many bore wounds, obvious signs of their struggle against his brutality. A plan formed in my mind as our chains were taken off. These women needed to learn about Lilith and how much the Goddess cared for them.A woman was dragged forward out of the crowd, led by a pudgy man, his cock hard thrusting before him. The woman was thrown down. Her body had been whipped, and an acrid reek filled my nose. Urine matted her auburn hair and dripped off. I'm not going to make my sister's situation even worse.Heather could not stop the segue her mind made to the idea that Melinda might fare better as Mistress' new slave. She closed her eyes and shivered as her pussy oozed with pleasant if unwanted lust.Heather was jolted out of her sexual reverie when a loud metallic ripping noise and a lurch announced the arrival of the school bus at the next stop. As the students cheered at another "Bradley fart" -- the grinding of gears the aged driver now. "This is Janet," said Vicky, introducing me.Renee looked as if she didn't know what to make of me, but said "Hi." If anything, she sounded a little shy. Totally out of character."I've explained it all to Janet," said Vicky, "though she's having trouble believing me." Renee said nothing, still looking a little shy. She simply couldn't be what Vicky claimed, not with the personality she was displaying. "You look a bit young," said Vicky. "How old are you?" Nineteen," said Renee. It was a little.