He'd heard about "the lifestyle" before, but never in much detail. He had difficulty imagining the mindset that allowed a person to feel that it was r...ight to be owned. He'd always thought that the "doms" in those relationships were simply forcing the subs into slavery. Angel's words contradicted everything he'd ever thought he knew about dominance and submission.He still intended to talk with Justine, but he already knew he couldn't leave the girls behind. His main problem was that he didn't. Then everything went dark.It was morning when he awoke, still so weak that he could barely move. The edges of his forefinger and thumb were burned, and small blisters had formed. He vaguely remembered steam shooting back at him from the point where the blade entered the tree trunk. Upon studying the sword again, he saw that whatever had happened to him had also caused the bark next to the blade to char.Afraid of the sword, and eager to get back to camp, Wilhan left the sinkhole and backtracked,. I feel so naughty wearing this. Are you sure I look alright?" You look absolutely breathtaking," I replied. Breathtaking was an understatement of how fabulously sexy she looked. I felt myself drawn towards her, wanting to be closer to this enchanting vixen, to touch her, to feel my fingers caress that tremendous body of hers."Andy, you've shaved," my mother said as I stepped towards her, my rising cock leading the way like a heat-seeking missile. Her eyes were focused on my recently-shorn. “Open those eyes back up, slut. Keep watching your blonde friend!” Before she could though, Vivian noticed that Amy’s screams had gone abruptly silent. She snapped her eyes open, her heart ricocheting in her ribcage as she wondered… as she dared to ask herself. Was she…. Was Amy…? Had the bastard killed her? Amy sagged lifeless on the stool, her head drooping like a soulless doll’s.Karzec grinned, sauntering over toward the bed as Vivian continued to pump her pussy up and down her appointed.