.It was in her twenty-third year of life that things began to take a turn for the worse; it all began at one her now famous soirees. A well known Judg...e, who liked to be bound tied and spanked by three scantily clad women; was returning the favour to a nineteen year buxom brunette. He had her hanging by her feet from the ceiling her legs spread wide apart. The Judge was using a riding crop on the girl's cunt she was swinging and gurgling in pain. No one saw her being sick and that sick sticking. Having studied the heroes for some time, he knew their strengths and weaknesses very well, and had laid his plans accordingly. Amber’s particular weakness was art. The Pharmacist put his plan into action upon the completion of his machine, using some of his immense wealth to set up a new art museum. He made sure that Amber was invited to speak at the opening ceremony as she was a well known collector in the art world. He licked his lips slightly as he watched her speak, his eyes traveling. At that moment she catches me looking and says with a sarcastic annoyed tone, ‘Like what you see?’ and then pulls the top of her dress together to cover her wet cleavage. I muster up the nerve to answer as I look straight forward at the road by saying, ‘Yes! I do!.’ Fearing that she will slap or become afraid of me and react i prepare for her reaction….When I feel her just staring at me! It was that moment that I notice the ring on her hand and thought to myself, Uh Oh! She doesnt respond for. We stare at eachother for a moment. My eyes appear fiercely green and you can’t quite place the look you’re seeing behind them. You finally look away and see my fist still in a knot. As you look at my face, you can see that Im desperately trying to force any emotion from it. You cant help but start to get hard as you see the anger lingering in my eyes. You begin to wonder what you can do to get a rise out of me to give yourself an even bigger rise. You get closer to me and one hand suddenly.