Reno then put my ball gag back on. Now it wastoo late to turn back since I couldn't say anything. A quick reminder of theposition I was in, my hands w...ere cuffed behind my back with a thin short chainconnected to my neck collar. This time my punishment was going to be a crotchrope suspension: A pussy torture. In the dungeon, there was a big hook in the middle of the room and Renowas able to press a button to lift or lower the hook and so I was standingright under the hook. He got a long rope,. Well fuck you, I got something for you! With clawing fingers, she snatched at the clasps and unhooked the biting garment, instantly relieving her discomfort. Shit…damn, that’s better! She removed her hands from under her shirt and started to reach for the flashlight, but then realized out ridiculous it was to have on a bra that wasn’t even latched. It’s dark…he can’t see shit anyway…and I got the only fucking flashlight anyway, she mused, as she pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. With. ..there is a cute boy over there on your left, do you see him?" ''Yeah, the boy with the glasses?" "No, dummy, the boy next to him, what do I have to do here, you've got eyes, too!" "Oh, the fat boy?" "Hell yes, the fat boy. He is really sweet, He's got just what you want in those baggy-ass jeans. I can help you out here. I know you're horny. When I'm in my human aspect, I get fuckin 'horny, too. Yeah, angels get that way sometimes..." I thought of the sex I'd had with her. I glided over and. Piercing his reverie, it came. A soft, sibilant whisper, cutting through the air. "Brentt..." He turned, and saw what he had been waiting for, what he had been fearful of. The man. The beast. The Immortal. Sarachan. Or, to give him his full title, Sarachan The Endless. He was tall, dark. Hair flowed like an endless waterfall to his waist, jet black and poker straight. He seemed to suck the light into him, the air blurring and twisting as he moved towards Brentt, the grass parting as he.