. With a shake of his head, John tried to escape from that path, forcing his thoughts to go elsewhere, not wanting to revisit those horrifying scenes ...any more.Once again he pulled at the chains holding his wrists, though he knew it was futile. Back when he was captured, he was able to bench press three hundred pounds. Back then he had worked feverishly trying to rip the chains from the wall, or to snap one of the links, or to tear the shackles from his wrists. He doubted whether he could still. But I don’t have a towel or anything.”“That’s okay. Come with me and I’ll sort everything out for you. What’s your name, by the way?”“Alyssa.”“Hi Alyssa, I’m Bec.”“Yeah, you told me.”“Oh, sorry.”We both giggled and that kind of broke the ice a bit. I took her to the room with the washing machines and she got excited about the idea of washing her clothes. But then she worried about what to wear in the meantime so I took her into the next room where we had a stack of donated clothing set out. I. “Oh don’t worry my sweet, he’s not to be castrated after spending, the way the others were ... our guest would be none to pleased with that, he’ll keep his balls for now.” Arna’s soft eyes looked into his, almost apologetically, as her slender and delicate hand gently grasped his manhood, the girl gasping softly as she felt it bone rigid and pulse in grip. Candia sneered at seeing her sweet property put to such novel use.“Show him who’s in charge my sweet ... bring him to your surrender, have. The driver who seems to be an old man abused both of us and moved away.I pulled him back the isolated complex, holding his shirt from the biceps. As soon as I reached there I wanted to bark at him, but I didn’t. I raised my t-shirt and my bra until my collarbones. I looked at him for a minute and said, “All yours.” He was delighted like a small child.He pounded at me and grabbed those melons. He started to maul them up, he was rough but what he did shocked me. I kept mum until he was finished.