Her eyes were black rimmed by brown as she looked around the barely lit basement rooms that had once been her haven only to become her hell in a matte... of days. Her nostrals flared as she picked up the scent of rotten meat and and the stale brown smell of old cigarettes.Her fishnet like shirt did nothing to help with shivers that racked her body, but then again she she didn't think the shivers came from the cold. The heel of her boots sank into the damp carpet of a room that posed as what she. So we'relaughin at all the parts we used to when I was a k**, "pal"in around likeold times, except this time he's not the only one drunk and high. Istarted wonderin how hard he'd partied before I came around. Mom had oncesaid in reference to my dad's drinkin and smokin that he was a lot worsebefore I was born."Dad? I know you've always been a wild man." Hell yeah." What's some of the stuff you used to do before I was born?" Well," he started and paused with the red eye in full effect, "I. "I require that you obey me," he said. "Do you understand?" She was beginning to. Her mind was in turmoil. She had never bowed to any man's will before and now this hulking man held her captive both physically and emotionally. She was repulsed yet excited by him. She had valued her independence, yet was now being told to abandon and forsake it. She was frightened too. She tried to calm herself and to be still until he released her. Then she planned to run. She could feel his grip relaxing a. I got up and went to the bathroom, wet two washcloths in warm water and returned to the living room. By then, Mike was sitting on his haunches as he recovered. Cindy was resting, her head against the back of the couch, a satisfied smile tracing across her face. I gave one washcloth to Mike and used the other to carefully clean Cindy's sodden, seeping pussy. She closed her eyes, grasping my hand and pressed the warm washcloth firmly against her pussy. Cindy and Mike rested as they quietly sipped.