Moans begin to escape your lips and I’m so hard as I pull away from you laughing. ‘What?’ you smile in return. ‘We haven’t dry-humped since...high school,’ I reply with a breathless grin. You giggle and we move to the couch, almost stumbling in our haste, which makes us laugh all the more. Finally we reach it and pull you down on top of me. We lay that way for a moment, staring into each others eyes. Our hearts are racing and I can feel your heartbeat through your chest. I remember I could. IsnÕt it much better thanbeing a bad slaveÓ, Ken added to his generous gesture.Ê It was much better for sure. He has made his point, if I wanted to enjoy it IÕd better become an obedient slave to him. And I was willing to do so.ÒI will give you some rest. I have right now nothing to for you to do.Ó Bysaying so he took me back in the cell, giving my body a brief cleaning fromhis cum. This time however he left my hand bound on my back and just securedmy ankle chains to the floor and my collar to. What the hell was I doing? I had let this bastard fuck me. He hadmanipulated me so that I was going to kill my best friend. Merlin shouldhave just killed this bastard when he had the chance. I had to kill him.I raised my hand to Monique before quickly turning on Ulric as hisclothes caught fire. I could feel him trying to fight it, to put theflames out, to over power me."WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he screamed at me."I'm killing the traitor, my love," I said sarcastically.He continued to try and fight. The small man’s butt was freezing. His hands, too, despite the leather gloves and woolen inserts and the three layers of clothing he wore. He was beyond the reach of the bonfire, beyond the ring of stones, in fact, and had no choice but to remain where he was if there was to be any opportunity to give the black bitch what she deserved.The bitch in question had arrived an hour or so earlier with her constant female companion and the young man who was said to be the foster brother of the.