Chapter Thirteen
The Game’s Afoot
Denise was aroused from her box, as Cheryl had been before her, on the plane that was flying her to Stoner’s mansion. He had bitten the bullet and made the high bid with two seconds left. Now he wanted see his new property. He had Jeremiah remove the mask and hood. Denise stared in amazement at the cruel, hard face. Her hands were still tied behind her in the leather sleeve and her ankles and thighs were still strapped to the bottom of the box. She was repelled by her own stench. Her head was still foggy from the drugs.
“Hello, cunt,” Stoner said to her. “I’m your new owner.” He grabbed and twisted her t**s. Denise moaned in pain.
“That’s right, cunt,” Stoner told her. “If it hurts, tell it. I like to hear women scream.” He twisted the breasts again,
