Strange how important sleep still is to our digital selves. Without the downtime you still grew disorientated and started to fall apart after a couple...of days. You still dreamed too & in my dreams I was tormented by images of Mistress Helena & the girls pleasuring her, or lily being punished by her. Or worse me about to be punished by her. & quite shameful myself about to please her or one of the girls. I would often wake hot and wet, finding myself clutching one of the girls, or one of the. Instead of a blade, however, Kelsea fell victim to a rope. Stanley wove it around her slender neck and bound it tightly. It didn’t choke the girl, but if she lost her balance, she’d probably be done for.Assuming she didn’t do it on purpose.Presently, Kelsea stared into Tara’s throbbing red cunt. Her breasts, stomach, and legs were streaked with welts and her nipples had been replaced with bruises. A mass of broken blood vessels marred her glowing cheek. Even Tara’s toes were red, as though. The assistants stepped down from the stage and quickly exited the ballroom, going behind the still working chef as Shika turned and bowed to Ms.Poole and the guests. ?Mistress Poole, I present Breanne Erikson for your amusement and pleasure.? Shika announced. Breanne watched as Poole nodded and then turned to the woman next to her and began whispering softly. There was a slight commotion from behind the chef’s counter and Breanne turned her head to see Shika’s assistants come. " If we're not, you'd better leave now..." ...and I'm pretty nasty, but nothing that you don't want or that would harm you." Don't worry. I'm a big girl now."Before she finished the sentence I grabbed her dress in front and ripped it open, then pulled most of it off. I dropped my bag next to her bed. I kissed her neck hard, grabbed her, flung her over my shoulder and carried her into her bedroom. I dropped her down on her bed on her back, reached down and tore off her panties with one quick.