I'm only just over 5 foot and weight less than 70 kilos.After I am lifted onto the board she immediately starts pushing it down the corridor and into ...the well lit library. "Please let me go", I finally manage to say. My voice almost breaks."No no", she says and her accent is rather heavy. "You tie. you like. Now I play you. I like. Where is key?"I don't want to tell her. That will bring her into a position of ultimate power. She is of course in power as it is, but I feel that giving her the key. I really prefer Rubensesque so there! We even managed to make sure our desks were always next to each other whichever classroom we were studying in.That day in early May was warm but overcast with dark clouds hanging low, English class with Miss Drake, and about thirty assorted heads bent over their books as they try to put together their essay on a Shakespeare sonnet. Suddenly the lights go out, the room is dim if not dark and on the wall the faint emergency lights begin to glow. Miss Drake. The path to Royal Oak was marked with a large signpost that had a picture of a three spire castle on it. Seeing this, I turned for a better look at the duchy keep, it only had two spires.Hmm, definitely a status symbol.The roads around the town were quite busy, as all the farmers in the area were bringing in the early crops. There were a few sets of patrols that rode in what I now considered the standard set of eight mounted horsemen, riding four by two. We were watched but left alone. We were. She gave a cry of disgust as she saw what was going to happen. A pint and half bucket of engine oil was moved over her by a pulley in the ceiling. Rachel began to sob the bucket had an inch wide Perspex tube snaking down to a strange nozzle. The end was like a black golf ball maybe larger the nozzle hole running through the middle to a small tip.The nurse wasted no time she pressed the tip against Rachel's ass the woman bucking a little but the men had tied her ankle either side of the rear.