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despondent tone of voice, “Please, please,. . . …do it please, please.”
Yet still the man continued with this game of tactile deprivation. Pulling out
two pieces of white rope, he again demonstrated his proficiency by
quickly tying both of Corri’s hands to a heavy chair at the head of the
table. Her ploy had worked. Believe me, I did too. “Oh well, I
guess not.”
The footsteps faded out as the man left the alley. As she
was coming close to feinting, her body went limp. Her anxieties were growing as she
thought about it. He grabbed her by the throat pushing
her against the wall until she stopped the struggle. She was a
prisoner. She felt he was close by but she could not hear him. She had
stayed to correct the spelling tests from her fourth grade class. As there
was no way to brace herself she hit the walls each time. She was not able to move at all. She looked at her watch. “Very good! Her perfectionist mother would surely pick Koban
apart. After
all, I haven’t had my fun yet. It was
6:30. After several minutes she
fell quiet and still as the mind bending force of the many orgasms
numbed her into a state of blissful unconsciousness. There were numerous
cinnamon scented candles
