“I have a life! You can’t just fuck me and take that away.”“Well, it’s that, or I keep you locked up until we decide what to do with you, bu... that would be such a shame. You have so much potential,” he said, grinning confidently. “I’ll let you go home for now, but try not to interact with anyone, because they won’t recognize you.”Ginger put on some clothes that Scott handed to her and wandered back to her car in a daze, so confused by her new predicament that she couldn’t form coherent. At seven, I was about tostart getting tea ready when... surprisingly, Yvette offered to help.She was just chopping carrots for the casserole, when she made it clearshe wanted to ask me something. 'Muuuum?!' I still remember the firsttime I heard that plaintive wail: it was followed by the phrase 'where dobabies come from?' I mustered all my parenting skills; at least I couldbe pretty sure she wasn't pregnant.Chopping away at my vegetables, I said 'Yes,' my voice desperately calmand even."When. Slowly almost tenderly, yet unstoppably down over hiships in their journey down his legs.They had both known in their own ways that the one still unfettered areaof his freedom was his ankles, the visitor was keen to address that,keen for total immobilisation of his prey. The tights in their loosebondage was to become a restriction there too, preventing flight fromthe fright bubbling through him.Trying to step blindly away his tights prevented the movement of hisankles and he whimpered now in. Several of the crowd where mauling and pinching my tits, pulling on my nipples hard making them red and large. The women were laughing and calling me a slut and a slag. As he was fucking me he was telling me how they were all going to make use of me that night, even the women. How they were going to fuck all of my holes, piss and wank all over my slut body,and degrade and humiliate me, and it would all be filmed to show at the club, and copies made to sell. Yes, yes, do it then, fuck me, come.