I wanted my rapists to think they’d broken my will to fight back, but not that they were effectively seducing me. But it was so hard not to particip...te. I wanted to shift my hips back and forth and ride them like the stallions they were, I wanted to rotate my lips around the demon in my throat and look into his eyes as he reacted to my pleasure, I wanted to stroke the demons at my side and prepare them for when they had their turn inside me. I wanted to be their whore, their slut, their slave.. The couple could be killed outright or tortured or die in the fighting later if there is any." That's true," she replied. "The question is can we find the people we need?"Dorothy was serving drinks. She came forward and knelt before me. "Master, I will do it."One of the cooks came forward and said, "I heard some of this and I will go with Dorothy as her 'brother.' We will go into their camp and find out their intentions and pass them on to you."So it was agreed. The cook, Reggie, and Dorothy. . .’ ‘Don’t you dare!’ she shot back at him, turning red. ‘Gee, I’d do it, just to watch you blush!’ he said. ‘It makes the prettiness that much more alive!’ ‘Johnnie, don’t talk the fool,’ she said next, light heartedly. He looked at her then, and with a straight face, making it obvious that he wasn’t joking now said to her: ‘I swear to you that I’m only telling the truth!’ She blushed again then, and he said a loud: ‘Aha!’ ‘Don’t you ‘aha’ me, Johnnie Stewart,’ she said, but feebly now and. Delgado grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, "What am I going to do with you? You're starting to get too big to spank." You never spanked me!" he protested."I should have!" What do you want me to do? Should I call Mr. Piotrowski?" he asked."Why don't you ride over and introduce yourself? I think you'll make a good impression."Scott looked at his watch. It was starting to lose time, but he still wore it. It was close enough to lunchtime. "I'll do that, but first I need a sandwich."Scott ate.