Uh oh....

The fact she left the small attic room without saying a word and threw the two bolts over on the door was becoming a concern to me now. When was she coming back?

Mrs Thompson had said that her sister may come over and join in the fun. Well, after a fairly uncomfortable night in the gimp box at the foot of her bed, I was woken by the rattle of keys in the locks. The lid was opened and after my hood was removed sure enough there they both were looking down on me.

The brazen Emily. X

It would appear that Shelley won't be giving evidence at the trial after all. In fact she's soon going on a boat trip.....

It's been three months now, Paul was really, really regretting accepting a lift from the old farmer and his wife.

Mrs Williams was humming softly to herself as she finished tying up my cock and balls. She had used thin leather cord that had been soaked for hours in warm water. She had told me that it would shrink as it dried, making everything even tighter. I strained against the straps holding me to her special restraint chair, but they were super tight, not giving in the slightest. Sat bolt upright, legs splayed apart and held in the tight embrace of many straps I groaned softly behind a mouthfilling, fully inflated penis gag.

Another western girl who took a wrong turn in the souk, and worse, took a drink from a kindly shopkeeper. Sarah now sits chained, gagged and hooded in a small cellar under the rug sellers shop. Photos have been circulated and some prospective buyers will be along later to appraise her. Most likely she will be gone without trace before she is even missed.

Paul has just spent his last night at the farm. He's been kept there now for around four months, enjoyed fully by the two depraved farmers. A van is waiting in the yard with an empty cage in the back. He is being taken elsewhere having been sold two days ago.

The two girls were now regretting snooping round old man Thompson's farm. They've been in a cellar room now for hours, then the sound of a key in the door....

Oh dear Emily, where do you think that is going?