In the first, I saw a nun who had been brought from the prison by the Marquis and who'd been horribly tortured. She was still dressed, although only o... a fashion, for her tattered habit clung to her body by instinct rather than design.Her once beautiful skin was bandaged with strokes emanating from three hubs that were her breasts, her stomach and her thighs. She'd also been crying, but not because of the whip, but because she was going to die.There had been no judge, no jury. The Marquis had. Serena stood there in her black underwear, hold up stockings and shoes. She admired her figure in one of the many mirrors and waited for Rob to return. She could feel her nipples hardening and a slight dampness in her knickers. Mrs Wyles then took the clips out of Serena's hair and she shook it loose. 'Very sexy,' said Mrs Wyles. Robert came back with the underwear. They were bright red and almost the same colour as the shoes. Mrs Wyles unclipped her bra and as she took it off brushed her hands. ” I looked at George and he nodded yes with a proud smile.I stripped as directed and then he had me slowly turn, then turn with my back to him. The next command was to bend at the waist and spread my ass cheeks. George was smiling and I knew that with Georges participation, my new boss would soon be fucking me. I was now really hot and flowing juices. Greg put his hand on my leg at my pussy and felt my dampness. He said, “George, I think you trained this one well. She is ready and wet.” . I was so screwed. Her Unca David would fix everything, right? Those sad eyes made me want to just buy the damn horse for my niece. What was I to do with all the little rug-rats when they gave me that look? I needed to suck it up. If I couldn’t say no to my three-year-old niece, I was done. I looked around and spotted my mom, the queen of dream-crushers. She could tell Mac no for me. I waved her over.“What’s up?” she asked.“Ms. Zoe has to sell Bolt and Mom and Dad said no,” Mac said, and then.