Her eyes pop open and she struggles to draw a deep breath. "don't make a sound and you wont get hurt" he growls at her"this can be done easy or hard..... i don't mind" she stops struggling but her breathing is rapid "who is this, what does he want" she thinks."Put your hands up over your head" the intruder whispers "and don't shout or strugglebecause you wont like what I'll do to you"She struggles to get her hands up over her head, he grabs them and ties them to the outside bars on the bed. Daemon didn’t know what this meant, and he was frightened. As he was walking, hands bound and escorted by a guard suddenly grabbed Daemon’s fragile neck and knelt him to the floor. “You can’t walk round here. Only men can do that! You’re a boy, you fag!” Thus he crawled, it was a first in new memory. It was utterly humiliating; he couldn’t even understand what was happening. “Looks like you’re trying to crawl. Good boy! Let me help you with your hands there and teach you how to crawl around. I smiled back at her a little nervously not knowing what was going on. Iinstinctively tried to move my hands and found them free and unbound,last time she grinned at me like that I woke up completely chained downto the bed for her to play with for a few hours before she let me out. Imoved about the bed and felt nothing wrong save the tight squeeze fromthe waist down and the bizarre feeling all through t me. I just feltstrange as if something inside me had changed or something, my skin. ..As we traveled down the road I fantasized about her while she sat next to me in the passenger seat, smelling her coconut hand lotion and the faint smell of her perfume, her black pumps, black nylons, her light blue dress settling between her thighs, her brown hair, teasingly showing from beneath her white bonnet, the long white ties of her bonnet laying over her breasts. The seat belt stretched tight between her tits, emphasizing them. They were perfect. My cock throbbed and strained against.