“Shhh, just sit still, honey.” The old woman slipped her hand inside my bra. “She has nice, soft breasts, Papa.” He grinned broadly.

“Stop that!” Mama pinched my nipple in response, hard. “Ouch! That hurts!”

“Sit still, sweetie, or you'll hurt even more!”

Mama placed her thumb over my eye and pressed down hard.

“Either you cooperate, or I'll squash your eye. Which is it going to be, dear?”

“Stop it, stop it!”

“Well....which?”

“I'll cooperate!!” - -

I tentatively began unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on my blouse. With everyone staring intently at me, I let it drop to the floor. A moment later I was kicking aside my skirt and removing my shoes.

“Underwear, too,” instructed Mama.

“Yep, and some pistols,” added Harper. - - -
“How many have you killed?” asked Cindy as she bit into a bagel.

“I don't talk about it,” I firmly replied. - - -
Sex, domination, submission, suffering, pain, it's an intoxicating mixture. It's what we do here. It will be fun. You'll see.” - - -
“If we both survive this nightmare, we should agree to meet up again one day. Let's look for each other every year on this date at the Space Needle!”

Neither of us took it seriously. It was our deluded way of making the fantasy of an escape seem real. - - -
Freed and messed up, I go on a killing spree.... I got onto the bed and straddled Chrissy, pinning her arms between my legs, then leaned close and stared into the terrified girl's eyes. “You didn't give me my orgasm, Chrissy. Sad for me, bad for you.”

I grabbed a pillow and in one quick move put it over Chrissy's face, pulled the pistol from my backside waistband and pulled the trigger, twice. The cushion muffled the sound. - - -
“Welcome to our party, Slick. We're going to play some games,” explained Cindy. She displayed a hammer and nails, a vial of acid, a bottle of drain cleaner, a funnel, a hand drill, pruning shears, pliers, and various other toys. - - -
Sandee brought out the collar, leash, lock, dog dish and ball gag as Marsha took off her clothes.

You will play a dual role, housekeeper and puppy. The name Marsha is no longer appropriate, you are now Fifi.... If you find these terms acceptable, put on the collar. As soon as we hear it click shut, we'll consider it a signed contract, a done deal, your commitment.”

Fifi picked up the collar, placed it around her neck, fumbled with its latch, then CLICK.