When finished, he let her lay in the fetal position, sobbing, and took his time binding and gagging her. The Blowjobs man demanded to be referred to as “master” and, even more nauseating, addressed as “daddy”. Calling him anything other than a long string of curses took every bit of willpower, but it was obvious that agitating him would only make things worse. After a Friday night and full Saturday of sadistic torture, she decided to blondes just go through the motions of this sick army game, hoping it would create the illusion of docility and present an opportunity for escape once her captors let their guard down. Doing whatever he said seemed like a good place to start, so she pressed on. Megan could bend over, but her hands couldn’t reach more than 12 inches past her torso; her “master” had ensured that when he shackled them to the harness. She was forced to squat as low as possible just to pick the towels up from the floor, and hanging them back on the towel rack proved to be a whole other burden. It was incredibly frustrating how difficult such simple tasks had become. Prior to this hellish weekend, she had been a dean’s list student who successfully balanced a 12-credit semester with a job as a sales associate. Suddenly, she was hardly able to do the basic house work that her “masters” forced, with both hands and feet restrained, and beaten if anything went military wrong. On top of that, her boyfriend Austin and best friend Gabby were getting similar treatment in some other wing of the mansion. She hadn’t seen them since afternoon of the day before, when all three of them were tied up, gagged and tormented in the living room for several hours before being hauled off to separate corners of the property for further abuse. Their captors kept referring to it as “training”, though none of the unfortunate victims could have fathomed what kind of nightmarish future they were being trained for. The thought of her friends being hurt made her want to cry, as did looking into the bathroom mirror and being reminded of her new reality as somebody’s prisoner. Bondage gear she had only seen in internet porn and a few adult boutiques was now gripping her ankles, waist, wrists and neck in the form of black, padded cuffs with silver rings that were connected by chains. My prison. “Let’s go closer to the falls. “Whose?” “Yes Sire, please fuck me with your giant cock! He stops chewing as I see him staring to his right at the wall filled with family pictures and portraits. He loves a woman with short hair like that. He pulled her to her feet and held her up as Blowjobs he unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the army floor. “Hey girls, I wanna go and wash.” I cried out. He was a blondes flatterer, that Johnnie, sitting across military from me here in the pub on Friday night in our little town and I was feeling it was warm in the room and it was time to go and walk home and I told him I had enough wine, that I knew my limit. The rest of the snake people would stay behind with the rest of the troupe. I had to admit it.