"Then I felt this slender pole entering my pussy that didn't bother me at all. They took a thin belt and attached it to the waist belt on the back and... brought it up between my legs and pulled on it harder and attached it to the front of the belt, well I thought I'd pass out with the studs digging into my anus even harder."Now let's turn on the pole. Ha, ha, ha!"I heard the motor running and felt this funny sensation in my cunt, the pole was rotating and flexing itself all around, boy did it. ?Silence, slave.? She froze instantly. It was Him, the deep voice from her dream. The dark whisper that seemed to travel over her skin like a caress, but this wasn’t a dream. HE wasn’t a dream. ?Who are?? her question was cut off by the sharp slap of a hand on her rear. She gasped from the pain as another slap was delivered. She felt the bed dip with his weight and shivered as his warm breath hit her ear, ?You will not speak unless ordered to. You are My slave to do with as. “Oh no!” I thought as I looked down to see the all too familiar sight of my erect cock staring straight up at me. “What the hell,” I thought, “One more edge for the day,” and I started to glide my soapy hand slowly up and down the length of my cock. I then added my other hand and started to fuck both hands. Not thirty seconds had passed before I had to stop the impending orgasm that seemed to be getting stronger and stronger with each effort. A long trail of pre-cum went from my cock to my left. He was cornered with only two options available−give in or die. ‘Why should I? I have nothing to lose, but I will take what is mine down with me.’ Michael said impassively, his words stabbing Damien right in the heart. Damien wouldn’t look at her, he couldn’t. If he did, he would lose his mind completely. He was on the verge of shooting the bastard just for having touched her. Her ripped blouse exposing her chest and her bruised face were the proof of Michael’s brutality and that he was quite.