The morning was warm and humid and I walked naked down the drive to get the Sunday papers. "I hear by declare that slave night is now become slave weekend," he pronounced. "Ok, but you and the girls have to wear chains all day long." I shrugged and nodded. The girls grumbled about having to wear chains but I could tell that they secretly enjoyed themselves.
The house sits so far from the road that I didn't worry about being seen. I drank cup after cup of coffee, realizing that I'd only had a sandwich and a glass of milk since everything began Friday evening. He was in his shorts and looked far too bright and chipper for someone who'd just spent two nights and a day torturing women. It turned out that while I'd never met his folks, my husband had done business with his father. They liked having the boys look at them, and the boys stared every time one of us got up to walk.
"I can't imagine why I'm so hungry," I said as we ate. "No wonder my pussy is so sore, and just look what you've done to my body." I opened my negligee to show my whip marks. "I suppose I should be grateful for that too." They all grinned. I remember at one point feeling the weight of someone's body on my back and his snores in my ear as one of the boys had fallen asleep atop me. I assumed that her brother Tom was yanking on her nipples with pliers again.
From the sound of things my niece Ann wasn't being ignored either. Starving." "I ought to be a good hostess and make breakfast, but I'm just too tired.
The sounds of fucking mixed with the smack of a whip came from her room. Besides, all those corpses upstairs will be coming to life at different times.
She discovered it when she was fourteen and I gave her permission to be tortured.
The first time her brothers pinched her nipples with a pincer she fainted from ecstasy.