“Do I not please you? Perhaps you like your partners more ... servile,” she said, looking pointedly at Nahash who was standing nearby. Would the S...irim not help him? Surely she wasn’t going to just stand there and let this happen to him, she must have some kind of plan?“I’ll have to warm you up a little,” Vapula hissed, “get you in a more favorable mood.”He gasped as she straddled him with her steely thighs, gripping tightly enough that it almost hurt, and she sat upright as she loomed over. A large second generation Latino who moved up to Barrow to get away from it all. His manufactured past was never traced because he had no record, usually behaved himself outside of a few bar room brawls, and kept to himself in his trailer a few miles from the small city. He only reported one thing to the police. A polar bear tried breaking into his trailer several years back. He shot at the huge animal which scared it off. He didn’t hit it but he claimed he almost shit in his pants when the. Ididn't want a kid's blood on my head.Then I heard a shout behind me. I stood up and turned around when a voicesaid, "Get the hell away from my daughter," and I was blasted against thewall by some kind of force. As I lapsed into unconciousness, I saw thatit was the Mom. What the hell had she done to me?When I woke up, it felt like days later. I found that I was in a hospitalbed, so I immediately checked for a handcuff on my wrist to the bed. Then,I noticed something weird. My arm didn't. Holding the paddle in his right, Peter placed his left hand on Susan’s burning buttocks. He stroked lightly, and her sobbing seemed to soften a bit. He could feel the heat escaping from her body through this area, and was trying to imagine, what thoughts were going through his slave’s mind at this time. There were no thoughts to speak of, only relief when the spanking had stopped. A moment of terror when Susan felt his hand on her blazing skin, then, as he stroked, noting the gentleness of his.