I was innocent, but I knew that didn’t matter anymore and I tried not to think about it. I had loved the King’s daughter, but it wasn’t until I... told her that I couldn’t see her again that she turned on me. I wanted my torturer to get the rat right now and just let it eat me. The fact that my cock was going to be her possession forever drove me closer to insanity, but I didn’t dare fight against my restraints at this point. She walked off and brought over a small brazier with a fire crackling. I always kept the door to my apartment bolted, so answering the door meant getting back in my wheelchair. And I knew what a waste of time it was going to be. In fact, I rehearsed my answers on the way over. No, Mrs. Golding, I haven't heard the man upstairs. No, Mrs. Golding, he isn't bothering me. Maybe, Mrs. Golding, you should complain to the building manager all by yourself.Outside my door was not Mrs. Golding, but a vision of incredible loveliness. Long, flowing hair of the finest gold,. "Granny," Trish said ten minutes later, "who's that man out in the garden?"Peering through the window her grandmother pulled a disapproving face."That is Geoff Weetman," she finally answered, "he's not really part of our club, but comes along every week, though I don't know why, he spends most of his time in the garden instead of in here with us."Trish could understand how Mr. Weetman felt, she wished she could escape just as easily, but she was stuck for the duration."I am so glad you came. Watson, saw the trace of blood and immediately knew what had happened. She escorted Sandy to the nurses office to help her clean herself up. Fortunately for Sandy the nurse had both pads and tampons in stock for just such emergencies. The two women helped her to insert a tampon and get her a pair of sweatpants to wear for the rest of the day. They gave her a few extras so that she could replace it during the day. They also let her call her mom and ask her to pick up some supplies on her way.