Vic pulled the trigger a couple more times before he asked, "Do you want to see what it feels like?"She tore her eyes away from the device reluctantly... as if watching it carefully would keep her safe. She looked up into his eyes. I could see the fear. But she didn't respond. She certainly didn't give any indication that she would rather not.He grinned as he slowly placed the tip of the wand against the side of her breast. She flinched when it touched her flesh. But other than that she didn't. She looked up at me with a strange serious look,“Are you married?”“Not any more. I have been divorce for five years now.”“Do you have children?”“I have just one grown son.”“What is your name?”All my alarms went off. Should I tell her anything that might connect us once we were back on the ground? I hesitated.She looked at me sort of inquisitively,“My name is Sarah...Sarah Wolfram. She offered with another of those smiles.That was all it took. I looked at her and nodded. “Richard...Richard. ’ ‘Are you cold?’ ‘Just my ears and nose.’ I kissed the nose and she looked me in the eyes. I walked for a while, and we chatted. I figured I’d walked a couple miles and that was when I tripped. I sought to regain my balance, it felt as if Kathy was slipping. Instinctively I moved my left arm to catch her and a stabbing pain shot through my shoulder. I then lost my stability, tumbling against a tree. A loud pop came from my shoulder and I screamed. The pain was horrible. As a youngster, a. A teeth marked, thick leather, and rubber mouth plug that she was required to wear ten hours a day, as one of his ‘maid’ slaves. They only time she was free of the vocal silencing instrument, was when he locked her away at night. Naked and chained up to one of the many other enslaved pretty young women he kept. Or of course, when he was forcing her to suck his cock, which was fortunately often, depending on your point of view.With her wrists cuffed behind her back so tight, her hands began to.