The truth is that being shamed is nothing compared to being tortured. If acting like a slut would save me from more pain, I’d willingly play along. So as I wait helplessly in my ropes for the next man, I pray that whatever awaits me tonight will let me demean myself, rather than repeat the tortures of the afternoon. 22 - Seventh I’m not even given until dark to be by myself, unmolested. As soon as the footage of Cara has finished the tall man comes to watch me again, and this time he’s not alone. The new one he brings with him is almost his physical opposite – short and stooped with a hunched back, heavy and obese in the doggy style body, and with unkempt brown hair and a jutting chin that wears missionary several days’ growth of stubble. The tall man’s eyes are sharp with intelligence, but the hunchback has the vacant expression of a simpleton. The deformed Big Boobs fellow wears the same arm patch of Salarin’s faction, but he isn’t in the common uniform of a slave-handler – he has on a tech’s overalls. Both of them are carrying something, something hidden from me behind their backs. Even when they get nearer I don’t get to see what it is, for the men stand several yards back from me, as though I’m a dangerous animal that need to be kept at bay. The familiar oppressive grip of terror returns with them. What cruelty is coming now? “You understand the rules?” the tall one says to his fellow in that sensuous whisper. “One point for her legs and belly. Two for her breasts, but three if it’s on the nipple. Three if you get round to her buttock. Five points if it’s on her cunt. But a ten point penalty if you touch her big cock face, as that will piss off the chief.” I moan a plea, trying to backpedal. Are they planning to shoot me with something? The hunchback grunts to convey his understanding. This fool is hopping from foot to foot, like an excited child about to be given a treat. “Good. Then let’s make the woman dance,” the tall man says, and bring out the objects they’re hiding. The two men were holding their implements in a coiled state, but when they bring them into my view the objects are already unravelling away from the handle and towards me. They comprise a long plaited leather strap forms a strip twelve flexible feet long, attached to a handle contoured for fitting a man’s grip. Bullwhips. “No, no, please!” I am casting already begging. I’m anguished, because I don’t understand why they need do this. The Slavers have defeated me already. I’m co-operating – there’s no reason to whip me. I nodded, mostly Big Boobs understanding. “Just so, however now as she is now sixteen, she has begun to show another level of interest in you. “I told them everything about that night in the house and the times before!” Her head was still hung low. He would tell missionary me about his situation also but he always doggy style wanted to know what I was up to and how things with Mike were going. And the moonlight was streaming in through the cracks in the partially-closed blinds of the bedroom window. “Oh, we’re just getting started, little boy!” In his position he’s able to lick his finger and stick it in my ear, giving me a wet willy. As I got up from doing that I gently ran a finger over her gaping pussy and said to her “you’re going to like this!” Her pussy was quite wet already and she let out a little moan as I touched her. He stared up at me, his hazel eyes glassy. Yes! She stopped in front of me, the fennec fox I had transformed, Lola. She gave another gasp and quickly raised her gaze. Shelena kept intruding. For the rest of the day, Liam and Amelia barely spoke to one another. Then just as quickly, casting Lindsey arched her back and her juices filled my mouth. Brad gave me a huge warm smile, leaning over toward me as he got up. Once in the bathroom Nana suggested they position Michael differently since he was so big and heavy. Her nipples were red and swollen, obviously pulled on. My daughter gasped, her brown eyes—the same hue as her mother's—widened. Janine could now hear the soft clanking of metal tubes as something was added to the end of the big cock machine behind her and adjusted. With all the work that BJ has done lately to help Jill, I think that I should give BJ a raise, not a huge one but enough of a raise to let her know that we appreciate all the hard work she is doing. “Yeah?” I said, unable to hide my smile. “I WAS serious about the first guy, though. “I am!” she groaned, beaming at me. “Ooh, Becky, just fuck me! Plow into me so hard!” She grabbed my cock.