Kate had been a prisoner for several years and she had lost all hope of ever being rescued. In fact, she wasn't sure she wanted to be rescued because ...she was only a shell of the woman who had stepped off the stagecoach expecting an adventure and finding a horror story. The indignity of spreading her legs on command was minor in comparison to her first owner who was a notorious firewater addict with a habit of taking out his drunken frustrations of the females inside his hut. A single year with. "Besides," I looked down at myself and grinned, "I am an adult now..."Or at least I was physically. In fact, I figured that I could probablygo into the store and buy some beer without even being carded.With that I opened the cabinet to take a good look inside. I quicklycounted more than a dozen bottles of various forms of alcohol, and not aone of them was beer or wine. This was all the harder stuff like gin,bourbon and brandy. However, I didn't waste my time trying to figure outwhat it all was. Her hands made fists that hovered just above her shoulders as he did this to her.Her mouth was opened in a silent scream as she felt like her eyes were opened impossibly wider than they had ever been opened before, and try as she might she couldn't make her self close them. Her hands clenched while they were closed to her shoulders and they almost drew blood they were so tight.Suddenly an over powering urge, almost like a mini orgasm that ran the course of her body, hit her and she gasped out. In the cell was a toilet and a bed on the floor and nothing else.I had spent several nights and even one time a full week in there without being let out, so I knew the cell was more than adequate for whoever was placed into it. Shannon looked at me and said ?I never knew you were so spoiled to have a playroom so nice? I will have to compliment Janice when I see her.Shannon then turned to me and stated ?go on, get in the cell? It was apparent that I had some trepidation about this next request.