Much worse.As I waited there in the dark, I could sense Alex looking down at me from someplace comfortable ... smiling. He's the architect of all this.... This pain, this humiliation and degradation, this house, this hatch, Dominique -- they were all part of a carefully designed plan, a hideous fucking machine with one purpose: to take the darkest and most filthy fantasies from the rotten old man's brain--fantasies that have grown and festered in his deranged mind for a lifetime--and make them. She smiled at the kind gesture.“Thanks!”“Ah ah ah,” he teased, “that’s Thank You Master.” He grinned.“Thank you master,” she responded. She ate the croissant.Isaac glanced down where it most mattered, at her breasts, practically popping out of her shirt.“My dear,” he swooned, “I think we must leave immediately.”“But I’m not done with my croissant,” she gurgled, her mouth of full of the pastry.He laughed, ”and you’re cute too! Wonderful. You’re be a pleasure to tame.” Then he smiled sinisterly,. From stabbing people, competitively. She had a gift for it.That’s how we first met, actually—she joined the university fencing team with me during our second year of college after transferring from overseas. The guys and the girls competed separately but trained together, and I’m happy to say that I fell in love the very first time Sonya jabbed her foil into my breastbone. She beat me without giving up a single point, then tore off her mask and shook out her long, wavy hair.“You’re really. She realized every eye was focused on her. This caused her nipples to harden and her facial expression to be that of a hot, horny, in heat type of a****l that was in desperate need of sexual pleasure.Slowly, the other a****ls began to circle around her. As if by instinct, Gizella knew she must show some strength, yet, remain attractive and alluring. If not, they may shun her or worse yet, The Voice may be very displeased. She stood erect and arched her back. She smiled at them in a.