"Did that hurt?" He asked."No," I replied. He slapped me again then and again and again. I yelped every time. He pulled down my panties then and sprea...d my cheeks. "Damn you look tight as hell," he said and went to stick one of his huge fingers in me. I moaned. It felt like one of my smaller toys. I was rock hard by this time. He was barely able to get his finger in me, but he forced it in. I moaned louder and louder. "Fuck, I can barely get my finger in." He said. He fingered my basically. I'd cuff my hands around thecheep white painted banister throw the key against the other wall and tryto reach it with my feet.It was fun feeling so secure. I quickly moved on to just about anyrestricting thing I could find, electric chords, packing tape, duct tapeand then rope. Since my mom camped to those events on the weekend, she hada decent amount of jute rope. I'd snag bits of it and tie myself up in thescratchy course rope. Sometimes I'd struggle against it, sometimes I'djust watch TV. ."He was still looking at me. The world was beginning to intrude. I started to move, acquiescing."And I expect Sarah needs some clothes from her room!"Can't go poshing in jeans and tee shirt.I was out of bed, heading for the bathroom. "I give in. I expect the maids want to do the room." I turned round and they were both looking at me.Whoops. I'm getting used to going about naked."Don't do the room, or let your mum do it. I'll clean up when I get back. Just no time now it seems. I don't expect. "Luria, you have to hold this in place." He grabbed her chin when she began to pass out instead of looking at him. "No, Luria, stay with me. You have to hold this tight, keep pressure on it." He rose, watching her hands holding down the sheet and how quickly it turned red. "Don't let go, hang on for me, Luria. Hang on for our love."Her eyes went to his face, seeming to gain in determination. She nodded. "Hurry," she begged."Rowan, Shria, stay with her," he called to the big cats that were.