" he said, his voice trailing off.The cold pit in my gut returned as I saw his concerned and sympathetic expression. Before he even said it, I knew, a...nd I felt the tears rolling down my face as the next words came out of his mouth."I'm sorry, sir, but your wife lost the baby."Now, I've never had much of a temper until now. Sure, I'd been angry before, but nothing had ever pushed me into a murderous rage until this incident. Those so-called men had raped my wife, drugged her enough to kill her. Since then, I became her slave. She told me that I must tie myself with ropes and insert this anal plug into my sissy ass every morning before going to work, and I cannot masturbate or touch it without her permission. Every time I need to go to the toilet, I need to message her to beg for permission. Sometimes, she let me go at once. Sometimes, she deny me and have me wait for some time before she give me permission. She ordered me that I could only go to toilet with the standard pose, which is. As I approached the young woman, I pondered whether or not to stop. I am usually one to help my fellow human being, but this was not my car. If hitchhiking was illegal, it made sense that picking one up was also against the law. And since I was driving my mother’s car, I preferred not to take the risk.The plan was simple; keep driving and pretend I never saw her. Unfortunately, I did see her and the closer I got, the more beautiful she became. By the time I passed her, she had become one of the. Martha's decision was initially met with grumbles about getting up earlier to finish chores and get cleaned up for church. Martha's raised eyebrows quickly squelched the complaints.The Bradshaw Mountain Church in the back country of the Bradshaw Mountains was different than church in the city. There was still a preacher and a sermon that most of the people appreciated at least some of the time. For everyone, some sermons hit a little close to home for comfort but the church services were still.