The rope was already there, suspended from the ceiling, waiting for me. He had not just seen me on the street and taken me. He had planned this! But d...id he plan to take me or was I just the first victim he came upon? Or, did he do this often and keep this rope here for those occasions when he found a likely victim?I hated all of this, of course. But that damned rubber ball in my mouth was what frustrated me the most. I can’t talk. I can’t plead. I can’t reason with him. I can’t scream for help.. .. he got his cock out again so I started laughing while trying to work out how to deal with this situation and try and determine what was going through his mind, so I looked on with amazement at his big un-cut cock of about 8 inches he was stroking it and saying "do you like this" I suddenly had a brain wave and that was to slowly and quietly walk up the stairs and wait on the landing at the top of the stairs in the dark and see if he follows me, sure enough he followed me to the top of the. Remember? You piss-ants come into our Society and you treasure what we have already consumed. That means it is appropriate for you to consume what I have already eaten and that means this: I shit and you eat it! She was nearly panting with demonic lust. In time, you will see that my shit is your treasure. In time, you will brag to others. You will be envied because you have been chosen to eat my shit. I was horrified. She was serious. What in the hell was I going to do? Stupid piss-ant. The. Except you to try...everything I have to...offer...Because I can not get out of this...agreement until tomorrow night…“Do you expect me to be a gentle lover, Anja?“Not all the time!…She could sense that he was doing something with his hand. Like opening a can or a tube containing some kind of lubricant or oil. Then the cutlery fell to the floor with a loud metallic sound. “AHH…“It´s just a fingertip, Anja…“It´s cold…He reached up towards her head, but grabbed one of her hands, lead it downwards.