As we drove Kelsey blurted out.“Why are you doing this? “Mom left us, are you taking it out on me?”“You are all I have, I do everything you w...nt and you treat me worse than a whore.”I can’t say for sure why or how things have developed with Kelsey.I guess she is right. I have to think my attitudes toward her derive from my feelings towardher Bitch mother. I see her mother in her, the whore who left me, in Kelsey.I wanted to say something to sooth her. I thought I should say something nice. The ritual can never be completed in thesame location again, nor can it be used on one who has previously gonethrough it."I stared at Mathias, slowly absorbing everything that he said and feelingstirrings of excitement in spite of myself. I knew better than to believethis kind of garbage but I couldn't help being interested anyway. "Andwhat do you get from this?" My gease requires me to perform this ritual every month," Mathiasanswered with a tired sigh. "If I do not do so, I suffer. . Your thingy belongs inside me!"I was almost tempted to tell Reenee to call my "thingy" a "cock", but for some reason, it really sounded sexy when she called it that. Thinking about my 'thingy' caused me to remember something. Mike had told me about his first time with Doreen: He used a condom. Before they broke up, whenever he came home, they still used a condom. I was not wearing a condom and her cute travelogue about our fucking, her sweet voice, her beauty and her killer body (with pussy. If you're not okay with that, don't continue reading. If you are, tell me you are reading.)My eyes open, but the world is dark. Wherever I am, the lights are not on. The smell of mold, and the rank of dampness fills my nostrils as I realize that I am in pain. A cold, thick, metal seems to be tied tightly around my arms and legs. I am not touching the ground, and my weight is forcing me down on the metal chains. I feel like it is cutting into me, but I can't be sure. I let out a low moan of.