"The hell you will. I whipped my right hand, along with the whip, beneath my body. The whip followed. As I twisted myself in his grip, I sent the whip... toward his head, my one last chance to snatch victory from the hideous tusked jaws of planetary defeat.I had miscalculated. As usual. The whip was far too long to pick up any speed. It was far too long to do any damage. He made no effort to get out of its way. He just stood there, his head no more than ten feet above mine, his greenish saliva. The short walk back to our villa seemed to be painfully long that night. My hand was sliding up and down the back of Julies satin dress, my fingers joyously confirming the earlier statement about her lack of underwear.I didnt really want to stop there but at one point Julie turned me around to face her and pulled my face down to her breasts. With one hand she pulled the top of her dress down and to the side until one breast was completely exposed. She lifted the nipple to my mouth and gasped. It was a walk up the hill, but the air wasn’t thick with the smell of shit and the sound of cursing, and the view was surprisingly good, even the town looked picturesquely tumbledown from here.To the house he came with his prizes, they were not bound or chained. They had all come to realise that running away was a sentence to a very, very, unpleasant life rather than living with him which would simply be unpleasant, or at most very unpleasant. There was a mile between one very and two.The one. I thought of how sensitive they had always been. At times, she couldn't stand for them to be touched. Other times, she would push her nipples into my face wanting them licked and suckled gently. She had taught me to nibble them with my teeth. She delighted in this pleasure and pain threshold. At first, I was afraid I would hurt her but in rare moments she writhed in near orgasm as I bit harder. I had decided long ago that I would trade the sensitivity of her tiny mounds and perfect.