It seemed like a good idea until about an hour ago.A pickup had pulled up in front of the cabin with three men sitting in the cab and three more in th...e pickup bed. They didn't say anything as they climbed out of the truck and started toward the house.Uncle Frank walked down the steps and called, "Can I help you?" Sure can," one of the men called back as they continued walking unhurriedly toward the house. He was about ten feet from Uncle Frank when the stranger pulled a gun and shot him. My husband she screamed at him and raised the iron. John had seen what damage his enraged wife had caused his friend. The sickest part of all was that , in his mind Eddie was still his friend. This maniac had almost killed him and now she was threatening him. Then with relief he saw her drag her painful body, trailing blood from her torn vagina, from the room. John was afraid to move. matter of fact John had been afraid all of his life. The culmination of his fears was when Eddie made him suck. I don't think I'm dead yet. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to talk to myself like this. Unless I'm in the afterlife?Can't know for sure until I get my ass up, I guess.C'mon John. It's time to wake up.I blinked my eyes open.Everything in my vision was hazy as shit. I could barely see anything in front of me. Looked like a white-ish ceiling though.Fuck man, was I dead?Wait... No, I was still kicking.I looked down to see a heavy blanket covering me. A hospital respiratory mask was strapped to my. I knew Laura understood that the real reason for all that was to come tonight, was to shame and humiliate the shit out of our poor little “Queen Bitch”. This was just the first night. There would be more nights, and different places. All of which meant more shame and more humiliation. I wanted constant “feeding” of this very real need of hers. If all went to plan, it would become so much a part of her, that by the time Becky realized just how much she needed that “kink” satisfied, she would be.