The thought of Mike Rushton had intruded on that beautiful bliss. Maybe Hector was right, maybe seeing Mike was a bad idea. But this was a hard one to swallow and to think of it only fueled her gnawing anger.
Though she tried letting go of the ache in her bound body, though she tried to rest, that would prove impossible.
The revelers came in a group of maybe twenty, gaily running down beach steps, when they spotted her hanging between the posts. Maybe a half hour had passed, maybe more, in her solitary confinement, when she was surrounded by giggling subbies and the brutal faces of the masters Hector invited for the night. The slaves and subbies sat on the ground, while their masters, at least six of them, began to play with the delinquent slave. A lot of n****e torture followed and the
