That was just a warm-up, bitch, he snarled. Chernobog wants your blood. Picking up the box of needles, he pulled one out and showed it to her. It was...a three inch, 18 gauge needle, and her eyes looked ready to pop out of her head. She cried out and tried to speak, but with her tongue stretched out, nothing intelligible came out, and he laughed diabolically. Nice and slow, he said as he placed the tip of the needle on her left areola and pushed. Her cry became a scream as he pushed the metal. I also learned about her husband, Mark; how he liked to push the end of his cock into her anus, about an inch, which was all she could take. Oh dear! An inch? I nearly laughed out loud. She was going to get a sore lesson today.After putting on my mask, I now removed her blindfold. Let me tell you now that there was no reason of security for preventing her seeing my face. No, it's more a case of the unknown being more terrifying than the known. It didn't matter if she saw my face; I knew she. I ran in after him, swam underwater to the shallows, where I grabbed one of his legs and knocked him off balance. He grabbed me around the waist as he fell, and we wrestled briefly as we fought to regain our footing. “What happened to that big dick of yours?” he said when we finally stopped struggling, pointing at the withered little man between my legs. “What happened to yours?” I retorted, not very cleverly. He laughed and dove in to swim for shore, with me a few yards behind. Shivering in. She wore a pair of matching strappy 6" heels and thigh-top nylons held up by a white garter belt. She didn't wear panties as Master had forbidden her to wear them except during what she called her "woman times". She had her makeup done to perfection; she had gotten very good at doing her makeup just the way he liked to see her. She was a vision and his eyes sparkled when he saw her come around the corner of the living room. "Do you approve, Master?" she said, slowly spinning for his viewing..