I started to moan loudly. The fingers withdrew, and I mewled in protest. A sharp slap landed on my bum. “Up you get,” Becca told me as if nothing ...pecial had happened. I righted myself, legs shaking and chest heaving. I was so close to the edge, ready to lose myself in a mind-shattering climax. Heated, embarrassed need pulsed in my pussy, and I felt my juices trickle down my thighs. Becca and Jenny both grinned at me. Jenny turned to Becca. “So that’s where you get your material!” Becca. After a while the tears stopped, and the ache in my jaw got stronger andstronger. Trying to take my mind off it, I sat up and looked around. Therewas definitely a chain coming off my collar, about six feet long, and itlead to a solid metal ring in the wall.The walls were brick, the ceiling and floor concrete. There was small bedto my left; grungy looking white sheets, one pillow. To the right, therewas a doorway leading into a small bathroom. It looked like the door hadbeen removed, and there. Martha Blandish smiled wickedly as she pulled the corset stay tight around the incredibly slender waist of Faith Merrick; the soft young thing she had been guardian of since being brought to her in her early teens. The smile broadened as she heard the familiar clip-clop of horse’s hooves outside the cottage. Faith’s cheeks quivered in the silk panties as the stay was tied and Martha squeezed the shoulder of the 23 year old, who still looked as though she were in her mid-teens.“Well, this is. "Excuse me?" Nothing."Chris sipped gingerly at the freshly arrived tea.Katarina stared sadly out the frosted window. "So much of it seems so wrong."Chris followed her gaze out the icy pane and grunted in agreement. "They don't see it any more. Or perhaps that's the way I see them."The woman across from him nodded. "And the children. So many of them don't believe anymore, or even knew what it once was. Now it is just 'gimme, gimme, gimme'. I read that fewer and fewer children ask for others..