He had found his Purpose in life. A Purpose he was good at it. And better yet, he liked it. His attention was drawn back to the bloody, abused girl in...his hands. He carried her by the throat back through the door and down the rickety basement steps. Her fingers were digging into his hands, nails drawing bloody furrows, her bare feet were kicking at his legs. He didn’t feel it. All he felt was the pull of attraction to the knife. The pull to the power, the omnipotence of having control over. Bob and Pete took to fondling one tit each, quickly progressing from squeezing to suckling her nipples, which got hard in a hurry. She moaned and moved slightly, trying to open her eyes.“Easy baby” says Jimbo, “remember, you’re our slave. Now be a good girl and it’ll go much better for ya”.With this Jimbo raises her knees up, grabs her tiny skirt and pulls it all the way off. “Well, them things ain’t hardly worth wearing”, he says seeing her tiny thong, which he grips and rips straight off. And some of you’ he motioned at Diane and Veronica ‘have only encountered it briefly. But even those in love know it isn’t flawless. Sometimes the wants of a body can corrupt the needs of the mind. Veronica, lets start with you. Step forward.’ Veronica stepped forward timidly. Her large thick frame looked almost manlike even with her huge tits and shapely ass out for all to see. ‘Veronica my dear,’ began Walter ‘you fear your masculinity turns off men so you are timid around them. No more. A wide smile illuminated her pretty face, erasing the tightness from around her mouth and the worried expression from her green eyes.Suddenly Jill became aware that the young telegraph boy was still standing in the doorway. Well, what does he want? she wondered. Did he expect a tip? But she'd read in a handbook prepared by the Danish government that tipping was necessary only in taxis in Denmark, so it couldn't be that. Perplexed by his odd behavior, the voluptuous auburn- haired girl followed.