"Brooke didn't get much sleep. Whenever she was asleep for any length of time, she had bad dreams. It often sounded like that in her dreams that she s...truggled with someone. She cried out in the dreams. The more I was with her and saw her pain, the more I wanted to get the men who raped her. I hadn't felt as much hatred since the incident with the fat Vietnamese Colonel, who caused Dallas' death. Brooke's rape became the second thing I knew I would never get over.Jan and Richard brought food,. . great pleasure ... no, don't ... sex toy ... submit ... no, get back ... complete slave ... totally ours ... get back Cassie ... never stop cumming ... constant pleasure ... NO CASSIE DON'T COME IN! GET AWAY!! )Cassie shrieks and falls away from the door. The door vanishes, leaving her hurtling backwards...Cassie let out a cry as she hit the floor with a bone-jarring thump, still gasping for breath. Ignoring the pain where her hip had struck the floor, she pulled herself to her knees by the. " I said tapping the latch. "The code is..." Before he could finish I unlocked the lock and opened the door. Inside was a short k**, about four foot six inches with bright red hair and a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. "How did you do that?" he asked. "My Dad taught me how to pick locks when I was six, it's not that hard." I said helping him out. "Thanks my Name's Gregory Mouser...but everybody calls me Mouse." he said extending his hand. "Nice to meet you Mouse, I'm Scott. The dream became more and more vivid until I began to think about it in terms that brought it to life just like something that was really happening to me. I'd go to bed and begin to fantasize about being dominated by the strange female of my dreams. She would do all kinds of sexual things to me and I could do nothing but lie there and take it. The feeling of moist hot lips encircling my throbbing manhood would make my body shiver in anticipation. The light touch of cool dry fingers wrapping.