The warden and guards of your personal prison are under the impression that you are a foreign prince, they make it their duty to humiliate and debase ...nobility whenever they get their chance and make you work for your food and water, perhaps a handsome knight will come to save you or you're beguile one of the guards maybe the warden will sell you and you'll live and mindless lust drive cum dumpster if that's your idea of a happy ending." Evil laughter taunting you as it only stopped briefly. But now Mr. Lawson was speaking again, "We can recieve transmissions fromoutside the island. We have televisions and radios here, but we can onlyreceive. We can't send any signals out. So we've kept up to date onwhat's going on outside and frankly,... we're glad we're here and notthere." He paused and then smiled again. "We keep up on current stylesand trends, new innovations and what have you. And the women like to keepup on the latest fashions, although we do keep some of our old. To no long have to choose. Most of all, I hope they can forgive the freedom my soul feels now that I no longer have any choices other than to simply comply with Stefan's desires and wishes. Tasha silently sobbed to herself as she ineffectively tried to straighten her torn blouse and ripped panties. They may forgive me in the end, but how will I ever forgive myself? she wondered.Stefan tucked his still semi-erect cock back into his pants, stood, and yanked Tasha to her feet. He stared. ” His finger and thumb found her swollen clit. She gasped. He rubbed it, pinching and teasing. “Please...” she moaned. “You’re right. We should finish with the paddle.” His lovely fingers disappeared. Her frustration threatened to boil over, but what could she do about it? Nothing. “Get that ass up. Baby, don’t make me give you extras.” The ‘baby’ did weird things to her heart she didn’t even understand. Legs wide, she strained to lift up as high as she could. She wanted to please him. .