Making my way back two the window I could count eleven guys and Ann looked horrible, plus she was tied with her hands behind her back and her feet tie... to the bed posts. Ann was on her belly and her ass up and they could fuck her cunt and throat at the same time, I new this was way more then she wanted so I called the cops and said there was gun shots and a ten year old blond haired child held captive at this address. Ann told the police that every thing was consensual and she refused medical. I looked at it, then i looked up at him, I pointed to the bulge, and asked, i did that?! looking all surprised. yes you did, don’t deny it! oh, i’m sorry, i said, and pouted some more, i so wanted to burst out laughing but held it in. lift up your skirt, he commanded. my skirt?! i asked, pretending to be surprised and a little shocked, oh, ok, i said and lifted it up, showing him my shaved pussy, no undies. i held it off me, spread my pretty legs a little and looked up at him. see! he. And lastly, the PA in the distance sounding though the closed basement door, " Thanks everyone for coming to Shocktoberfest. The event is now closed."Silence and darkness ... five minutes of fear and dreading.Then one by one the candles were being lit around the walls of the room and, in this indirect and dim light, Brenda began to be aware of fear she had never known, nor dreamed of in her worst nightmares. She was still in a bent-from-the-waist crouch in the kneeling pillory. As no candles. As I looked at the woman inside sitting on the bed she smiled at me and said, “Merry Christmas Santa.”I knew her! She was the woman that owned the Fashion Boutique downtown. She was Sylvia something or other and she used to be some famous artist’s model. Sylvia asked, “Do you want me to fill your stockings?”I opened up the envelope and took out the stockings. Looking at them for a second time I realized that they were not the cheap nylon kind that I was used to seeing. These were very sheer and.