Youre too easy. Youre a sexual animal, bitch. I have animals you will relate to. With that he motioned to one of his men, who grabbed her and laid her...across what looked like a padded bench. Her arse was stuck up in the air, with her pussy fully exposed and her anus winking for all to see. No fucking way, you motherfucker, she screamed. Tracey knew she was helpless and her future looked grim. Please Boss. She pleaded. I can be special for you. Oh youll earn me enough to be a special slut, he. The youth of the young females kept their steps light and bouncy but Sir Roland and the Friar’s boots were both dragging in the dust of the road confirming their accumulating years and lack of exercise.Lady Cordelia was half-way hanging on Rowena’s girdle to give her support and balance although the roadway was now fairly level and free from the dangerous ruts and holes in the forest.Fortunately, the road started to take a downhill angle after a short distance and they realized they were moving. Connie sat this way for what seemed like hours, partially draining and refilling the tub whenever the water cooled or whenever her body adjusted to the temperature. With a dispassionate eye, she could see the redness form on her skin, the flush from the heated water, the slight burns. She took comfort in the fact that she saw these things rather than felt them. 'Tomorrow,' she thought, 'tomorrow none of this will matter any longer.' She reached for the blade she had set on the edge of the. Her shoulders throbbed unmercilessly between the blades, her wrists tightly chained, shackled together. She was helpless...at the mercy of all. The world around her only visible within her mind.From the solace of the shadows he had watched. He liked the comforting cloak of the shadows in the pit of the night to lend its mood to the debauchery of the rooms. For debauchery was best indulged in the night, in the darkness with only the pale flickering of candles to illuminate his desires. He had.