I felt him press himself against me and I could tell my struggle excited him. He pressed right against me, grinding his hips. I tried to head-butt him but he slammed my face against the wood, sending a spark of white light across my vision. “Don’t fight it Skye; you want it…all women want it indian in the end.” “You’re delusional if you think I’d ever want anything from you,” I spat. Then I felt his hand ride up my thigh, lifting my dress, his fingers dancing dangerously close to places it wasn’t supposed to be. “Please, stop.” The words were out of my mouth and I hated myself for it. He chuckled “I see what makes you obey.” His dug his hands to the meat of my ass and squeezed so hard I yelped. “I won’t tell anyone if you just let me go.” “You’re like a broken record Skye, you’re never going home. I will KILL you before I allow you to leave me.” Clyde spoke, as he entered his voice was cold and calculated. I shivered as his words sank in. He walked around so that I could see him, his hand was heavily bandaged and he had a half bottle of Jack Daniels in his good hand. He set it down beside my head as he maneuvered the cuffs to hold me down. With only one usable hand it took him a while before he got them on; but he managed. “You don’t want me…there has got to be someone else more suited for your needs.” I didn’t wish this fate on anyone, but at that point i just wanted to go home. “I don’t WANT them Skye, I chose YOU,” he yelled as he picked up the Jack Daniels. Conflicting emotions rolled through me, when I didn’t respond Clyde continued on with his rant. “Now, my future wife, I am going to teach you the proper way to punish someone who needs a lesson on proper wife behavior.” He pulled his pocket knife and flicked open the blade, moving behind me he cut open my dress exposing my entire backside; his hands lightly tracing my spine. “Christopher, grab the whip. please” I felt faint. “This particular whip has a lot of history Skye; my Daddy made this whip himself and broke in 8 wives with it, my momma being the first. And it has tasted the flesh of every single wife since.” I pulled on my restraints, trying to turn my wrist so that I could maybe unbuckle the restraint, but Clyde only laughed at me. “Now I’ve given a few lashings but since my dominant hand is…incapacitated, Christopher will be doing the lashes today.” “I don’t know Clyde, I’ve never…” Was that hesitation I heard in his voice? “Either you whip her little brother or you can take her place!” Clyde responded. He was drunk and angry, that was all Christopher needed to hear. He grabbed the whip from the pegs on the wall and stood behind me. A quick glance told me it was leather, a little worn around the handle. Her arms stretched over her head as her eyes, her lashes long and lush, fluttered open. Amy looked up and grinned. “Move over, Prince Mathew!” I hissed, “This is my spot!” I only love you." Taylor’s cabin was the same size and layout as Emily’s. The woman obviously had money if she was buying top shelf tequila and Emily’s time, but she was spending it on things beside her room. Fuck your sister hard.” “Yeah get it. “Are you sure?” Ashley asked. It really was a sight to see. “Xochitl looks like she's in heaven.” But with the styrchnos in Kora's system, distractions would come. “I want you,” Brandon grinned, pulling me atop him by the ass, my ascension accompanied by a chorus of pathetic giggles, “but I suppose we can make it a foursome.” I walked to the office door to meet my guests as I always did with non-police department visitors. And he not too long ago began inviting us in for snacks. He felt like someone was tearing his ass apart and yet, he was harder than ever. After a couple seconds his penis stopped pulsating and started to go soft. I have a soft spot for slime creatures and saw that indian it was available as well.