He was King James the First of England, the former King of Scotland since he was only eighteen months old. The longevity of Elizabeth as reigning mona...rch lasted almost his entire life and now he was an acceptable Presbyterian in the new "middle ground" of the reformed religion. His Papists roots were long withered away and his Church of England new ways ruled the roost.The old beams of the huge house creaked with the gusting wind and she thought the scurrying sound in the corner was most likely. She struggled in Val's tight grasp, but it was no use. The shop manager was too strong for her.Jack came out of the back room, holding a pair of boxes in his hands. His face registered surprise at what he saw, but he came closer anyway, holding her wedding clothes out in front of him like some kind of offering.Donna wished that she'd just been able to get those and leave. Instead now she was in for more torture, more abuse, and there were two men this time, and Val was going to be. I was pleasantly surprised when I opened the bathroom door to find it was much warmer than the bedroom due to a small electric space heater placed there to keep the water from freezing in the exposed plumbing. I was taking a leak when the outside porch entrance door to the bathroom swung open and in rushed Beth in her heavy fuzzy bathrobe. I was startled but couldn't stop pissing.Beth entered and closed the door without taking her eyes from my streaming cock. "Ummm, just what I need to warm me. I want no other master. He loved to have his ego stroked. He felt his cock twitch whilst he pondered her question. Will you do it? Will you crush me? she questioned again. But youre not into pain he said. She sighed. Its not about pain. Its about the sweet release of death at the hands of my Master and his will. It doesnt have to be now, it doesnt even have to be soon.. But it does have to be before youve had enough of me. I couldnt bare it otherwise. I dont wish to be discarded, I dont want to.