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Willie’s New Bitch
Part Five
A Continuing Story for Adults Only by Taskmaster
Willie, ignoring the naked
bound and gagged curvaceous woman lying on her bed, pulled open various drawers
and closets, throwing into a monogrammed hold all he had found in her closet, most
of the things he thought the woman would
need for a for a week or so away.
Lingerie, a couple of tiny cocktail dresses,
stiletto heel shoes, make up, lipsticks & hair brushes all went into the
bag along with her cell phone whilst Susan Richards, the beautiful mother
of Kim, lay watching the casual,
unhurried figure of Willie with utter stunned bewilderment………………………………….
Only minutes
beforehand Susan, naked after her bath, had completed applying make up and was
just about to dress when to her alarm, she saw the relaxed, smiling, burly
figure of Willie standing just inside her bedroom, studying her naked body and
in his hand s a small bag containing, unseen be Susan Richards, a pair of
handcuffs, roll of electrical tape and some white rope.
Susan’s first
terrified jumble of thoughts were to first believe the young man must be a
housebreaker and then to remember she was standing there totally naked.
‘What the hell! Who the
hell are you! get out of my house!’
Was Susan’s initial response whilst
desperately looking around for a robe or towel?
But caught as she was in the centre of her large
bedroom, neither was to hand reducing Susan to covering her Breasts and pubic
area with arms and hands whilst vainly trying to outstare the smiling eyes of
her intruder.
When no reply was
forthcoming, Susan all too aware of her nudity screamed out.
‘Get out! Get out, get
out of my house; I’m calling the police this instant!’
With that Susan turned
and ran toward the bedside telephone, grabbing the robe lying there, trying in
desperation to put it on whilst tapping out the emergency number on the
telephone before belatedly realizing the dial tone was missing, unaware that Willie,
now striding toward Susan had earlier cut the line downstairs.
Still though Willie had
said nothing when reaching the panic stricken lovely 50 year old mother of his
slave Bitch Kim, instead his strong hands ripped away the robe with which Susan
was so frantically trying to cover herself, in the process half falling onto
the bed, trapped between it and Willie.
Willie’s silence,
terrifying Susan all the more, caused her to begin screaming as loud as she
could, still though Willie remained silent, happy in the knowledge it was
highly improbable anyone would hear Susan’s screams.
His answer was to
easily flip the naked Susan onto her stomach, pull back her arms and pinion her
wrists together before snapping the cold steel handcuffs over both wrists.
Releasing her, Willie
looked down at the still beautiful, naked Susan squirming around the bed like
an eel, hopelessly trying to shrug her wrists free of the handcuffs whilst
screaming abuse and threats to her captor who then reached down again, this
time to flip Susan onto her back. Suddenly her eyes widened in terror as Willie
leaned over her and seconds later Susan’s screams were silenced by the wide
gray electrical tape Willie pushed over her mouth and cheeks.
A length of white rope
secured around the wriggling Susan’s ankles completed the bondage leaving the
beautiful blonde mother of Kim Turner silent and helpless, able,
Only with growing
apprehension, to watch and wonder why the burly figure of the young stranger
was packing her clothing and other items into his bag.
This, Susan soon
worked out, was not the work of a housebreaker, why was he stealing her
clothes, shoes and other things? What was he going to do with them? What was he
going to do to her? And why oh why did he not say something!
Minutes later Susan
watched her captor zipping up the hold all bag then place it by the bedroom
door.
Her semi relief was short lived and turned to
real fear as Willie strode back across to the bed, his eyes taking in every
inch of Susan’s still beautiful naked body before reaching down toward her.
‘Oh god, please let it
be quick’ pleaded Susan, fearing the worst, only though to be taken completely
by surprise when lifted by Willie’s strong arms and thrown over his shoulder in
a fireman’s lift.
Such was the shock of
this development; Susan remained utterly passive whilst Willie carried the naked
woman out of her bedroom, along the landing and down the stairs before laying
his captive upon a soft rug just by the front door to the house, where she lay
in trembling fearful anxiety whilst Willie returned upstairs to collect and
return with the Hold all bag.
Leaving the captive
woman to squirm around on the rug, Willie, after checking for certain no one
was around in the quiet rural area, walked out of Susan Richards’s house and
took the few paces to where his white Van was parked in front of the doorway,
there to sling the hold all bag onto the passenger seat before opening the rear
tailgate.
Once again Susan found
herself over Willies shoulder as he then carried the naked mature beauty the
short distance outside before lowering her into the back of his van, on her
back and onto another soft rug before connecting the handcuffs to a short
length of chain, ensuring the terrified naked woman only a very limited amount
of mobility.
Her immediate fear of
imminent rape receding, Susan’s thoughts turned to the only other possibly,
that she were for some crazy reason being abducted by this silent stranger.
Why? Why? Why? Why me?
Where is he taking me? What will happen when I get there?
All questions Susan
could neither ask nor expect a reply to as Willie returned to the Van after,
satisfied his naked captive was secure in the Van, he had returned to the
house, tidying Susan’s rumpled bed and ensuring all had been left neat and tidy
in the house whilst marveling at the stupidly of his bitches Mother for leaving
a kitchen window unsecured whilst she took her bath, thus enabling Willie to
easily enter the house without having to
resort to the brutal tactics he had used on Susan’s daughter Kim when first
entering her own house.
Finally she realized
the Van was moving, Susan had never known such terrified apprehension.
How was it possible
that someone could just walk right into her own home and without a word abduct
her like this, uncaring of her nakedness?
Frantically Susan
tried to think of any reason she should be treated this way, there were none, had
she upset anyone? Of course not, certainly not enough to deserve depraved and
ruthless treatment such as this.
As the Van made its
way along, Susan’s sense of trepidation only increased.
To be bound gagged and
Abducted was in itself more than her mind could cope with, but to be totally
naked and vulnerable as she was only made things 100 times worse in her mind,
for it meant this was certainly no prank or stupid practical joke being played
on her.
Her Captors silence
added immeasurably to Susan’s horror and sense of vulnerability. Words, even if
only harsh words can offer a sense of comfort but for Susan Richards there was
neither……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
An hour and a half
later the naked beautiful mature body of Susan Richards, the electrical tape
gag now replaced by the Bondage Ball Gag he used on Susan’s daughter Kim, hung
suspended from one on the newly installed beams in the cellar of Ben Harris’s
summer house by the beach.
From her position Susan,
the terror in her eyes undiminished could only gaze around in abject horror
whilst studying the various implements of bondage equipment dotted around each
of the three sides of the room Susan was able to see. A Cage made of black steel
bars complete with tiny entrance door, A Bondage Cross, Horizontal Steel bars,
rows and rows of Assorted whips, canes, paddles, Cuffs, gags and all manner of
‘Toys’ hung from hooks.
The centre of the
cellar was now dominated by a large upholstered leather form of Bed complete
with metal frames at each end holding all manner of cuffs……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
After the hour long
journey had ended outside the beach house, the still silent Willie first
slipped a blindfold over Susan’s eyes before carrying the naked beauty,
mumbling protests into the gag and kicking her legs as best she could, over his
shoulder into the house, then down to the cellar.
Without a single word of explanation or
comfort Willie fitted one of the terrified Susan’s wrists into a leather cuff
attached to a rope and hook he lowered from a ceiling beam, before removing the
steel handcuffs.
Blindfolded, gagged
and with her ankles tied together Susan could offer no resistance before the
miniscule moment of possible rebellion was extinguished as Willie then secured
a second leather wrist cuff before raising the hook via a rope pulley,
stretching Susan’s arms much as he had done to her daughter a week ago in the
Bondage Club until his bitches Mother, arms stretched to the limit, was reduced
to standing on tip toe.
‘Like mother like
daughter’ thought Willie, smiling at his little joke whilst removing the
blindfold , then Willie’s was broader still when standing back to admire the
naked mature beauty and Susan’s horrified facial expression as she witnessed
for the first time the dungeon like cellar created by Ben Harris just for the
mother of Willies slave bitch Kim.
And as Susan began to
violently shake her head and scream unheard protests into the leather ball gag
between her lips, Ben Harris sat in an upstairs study viewing every moment of
the action through a video link, his cock already hard and throbbing as he for
the first time witnessed the naked, terrified yet statuesque mature suspended
beauty that was Susan Richards, the woman who Ben decided, had so humiliated
and insulted him before his peers at the golf club that she must be made to pay
for her disrespect.
‘Well, the bitch is
going to pay all right, by this time next week the she will have been trained
to understand her real place in life is to crawl to me on her hands and knees
and beg me to fuck her ‘decided Ben., casually stroking his rock hard dick
through his pants as he watched Willie causally striding across to the rack of
assorted whips and canes hanging on the wall directly opposite the naked and
fearful Susan Richards.
If Susan had thought
things could not get much worse she was very much mistaken as, with eyes
widening in terror she watched her silent abductor select what she would soon
learn to recognize as a ‘cat o nine tails’ from the wall rack opposite her then
turn toward her, staring at her Naked body with the totally relaxed and
unconcerned expression of one who knows he was in utter and complete control of
the situation, the lion standing over its defeated pray deciding just which
part of the body it would begin to feast upon first.
Willie was in fact
comparing Mother and Daughter. Both were beauties that was for sure, although
the Mother was just that bit heavier in those parts that mattered but Willie, who
had been amazed and impressed at the work Ben Harris had carried out on the
cellar, thought the comparison would be easier still if both Bitches, mother
and daughter, were hung there before him, certainly it would happen sooner or
later, after his bitch’s mother had been trained to accept her new position in
life……………………………………………………………………………………………………..
Willie’s Slave Bitch Kim,
herself at that moment tending flowers
in the back yard was of course completely unaware of her Mother’s current
predicament, her husband James the previous evening having told Kim her Mother
had rung whilst she was out shopping.
James had told Kim her
Mother Susan would be away visiting an old friend for a week or so, the friend
had rung out of the blue inviting Susan to join her on her boat for a while and
that, the weather being as good as it was, Susan had decided to take up her
friends surprise offer.
She was leaving straight away and would Kim
and James please keep an eye on the house whilst she was away.
A complete fabrication
bought about by James finding himself once again at the mercy of his nemesis
Willie after being bundled into the rear of the Van whilst returning home one
evening, the to once again sample Willie’s brutality once again.
Eventually Willie, who
had over the past days monitored the movements of his Bitches Mother much the
same as he had Kim, had told the terrified James exactly the story he was to
regale to Kim, James could only wonder at the purpose of all this, but, as long
as he and his wife were so seemingly safe from this thug, his concern for his
mother in law was only fleeting, for since the episode in the house when it
seemed to James she was deliberately flaunting herself toward him their had
been no love lost between Mother in law and Son in law.
Kim, Although a little
surprised that her Mother had not found the time to speak to her herself and knowing
her Mother was a keen sailor, had none the less accepted his story without
question, telling James she would check her Mothers house the following
afternoon
Nobody then was going
to wonder about the sudden disappearance of Susan Richards. Certainly not her
neighbors who would see her daughter Kim in and out of the house and
unwittingly ready to inform them her Mother was away on a sailing voyage!
That had been the
purpose of Willie packing some of Susan’s things in the hold all, for Kim, when
checking her Mother’s house would easily spot the absence of most of her
Mothers make up and perfumes and perhaps even check her dresses.
Certainly with the
house left locked and tidy Kim would spot nothing amiss…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
So Willie’s confidence
as he stood before the trembling Susan Richards admiring her naked mature
beauty was absolute whilst Susan Richards watched in horrified fascination as
Willie ,With one hand holding the cat o
nine tails, pressed a button upon a
little gadget he now held in his other
hand..
Suddenly, via a remote control Ben had installed, the winch
holding Susan’s arms via the rope and pulley began slowly turning until the horror-struck
beauty’s body was slowly but surely lifted from the floor until her scrabbling
feet could no longer touch the ground, leaving the beautiful naked Susan
Richards swaying slightly a good 10 inches off the floor, her vertical arms
either side of her pain filled but lovely face as she grunted and groaned into
the ball gag, her eyes seemingly pleading
for Willie to end her nightmare and let her down.
But Willie had not
even yet begun. Under the lustful watchful eyes of Ben Harris in his study,
Willie then laid three strokes of the ‘cat’ upon his captive. The first was upon
Susan’s thighs. The second upon her stomach, the third just below her huge Breasts.
Although none of the
strokes were particularly vicious, Susan’s petrified expression and violent
shaking of her head told Willie Susan Richards was experiencing her first
whipping.
That was when Willie
spoke for the first time.
‘Spread your Legs
Bitch’ he told the swaying beauty, eying her thick thatch patch of pubic hair
she so carefully trimmed in a triangular fashion.
Through the mist of
pain Susan realized that by opening her legs she would be exposing everything
to this monster and so shook her head in rejection.
That for Willie was
the wrong answer and without further ado he applied three further strokes of
the cat, much harder this time all and of them over Susan’s breasts and
nipples, leaving her tender rosebuds in fiery agony and for red welts to appear
on her breasts, causing tears of pain to appear in her eyes.
‘Do it Bitch!’
demanded Willie.
Susan realized at that
moment this monster was without hesitation or concern, quite ready and more
than capable of inflicting serious pain and harm upon her body.
So began the first
phase of Susan Richards eventual submission as the mature naked beauty, swaying
from the rope parted her legs in capitulation.
‘Keep them there
Bitch’ was all Willie said. Obeying her
abductor, Susan then looked on as Willie dropped the ‘Cat’ and pulled from the
back of his pants an eighteen inch long, three inch wide leather strap.
The horrified Susan
realized immediately what the monster was about to do with it and shook her
head violently although, much to Willie’s approval just managing to keep her
legs spread whilst Willie, standing very close, in one swift movement bought
the leather strap up between Susan’s legs to inflict upon her body, its first
ever cunt whipping.
The effect was
instantaneous, never ever in her life had Susan known such pain, her head and
whole body shook more violently then ever, her eyes pleaded with Willie to
stop, her screams audible even through the ball gag as she pressed her thighs
hard together to prevent further punishment.
‘Spread em Bitch!’
shouted Willie
Susan though with
pleading eyes shook her head like a naughty child.
But Willie simply
smiled at his victim.
This was his scene, he
was happy to inflict as much pain upon his Bitches Mother as required and enjoy
every single moment of it all until she realized he controlled her and that her
pain would cease only though her obedience toward him.
But this fact Susan
Richards would have to work out for herself!
Time then for a harsh
lesson as Willie landed the cruel strap directly upon Susan’s already pained
right nipple causing fresh waves of agony to appear on his victims face.
‘Work it out for
yourself Bitch, We’ve got all the time in the world, and you’re gonna learn
sooner or later bitch, sooner or later!’
Through her tears and
pain Susan wondered how long he could possible keep her strung up as she was,
the unconcerned look on his face though was enough to tell her it would be for
as long as he wanted, his words, such cruel words, what did they mean?
Somehow, through her
pain filled muddled brain, Susan realized then that the blow to her nipple had
been far more severe than the one inflicted upon her cunt lips, that refusing his demands would lead to far
harsher pain and punishment than acceptance.
But acceptance would
mean submission and that would be so difficult for Susan after a lifetime of
arrogant superiority as far as Males were concerned.
But the pain in her
breasts was more than Susan was prepared to endure, so fully aware another
stinging blow would soon follow, the beautiful naked beauty once again parted
her legs in defeat.
But To Susan’s
surprise, the expected stinging blow to her mound did not arrive. Instead
Willie took hold of her right ankle, his strong hand pulling her right leg
upward and outward until all of Susan’s thighs and pubic mound were exposed to
him.
Then for the next ten
minutes began a long slow whipping with the strap that took in every part of
each of Susan’s inner thighs as Willie, despite the efforts of Susan to resist
him, pulled her leg up down and around like a rag doll until every inch of her inner
and outer thighs were covered in red tram lines leaving the sobbing aching
Susan to beg for mercy into the ball gag , all of which was witnessed with relish
by Ben Harris stroking his cock in his study
Finally Willie stood
back to admire his handiwork, yet still he wasn’t finished,
Placing one hand on
her ball gag. Willie asked Susan
‘You want me to take
this off bitch?’
With pleading eyes and
vigorously nodding head Susan confirmed that indeed was the case.
‘Okay, but first you
gotta earn it so Turn round Bitch, show me your Ass, and make sure you keep
those legs spread!’
Such was her pain and
degradation Susan had long since ceased to function as her normal self, even to
the point of wondering when her arms would be wrenched from the sockets. She
was, she know understood, in the hands of a sadist who controlled her not as a
human being but merely as an object of no importance save for giving him his
pleasure.
So Susan, now fully
aware that defiance led to extra pain, struggled to swing her aching suspended
naked body around for Willie by swinging her legs and swaying as fast as she
could until gaining enough momentum to swing her body around before, fast
running out of breath and energy, she eventually managed to face the wall
behind her and then parted her legs once again as he had required.
Willie, looking at the
still curvy bottom of his Bitches Mother, recalled just how easy it had been to
break the will of his Slave Bitch Kim.
In truth she had
unknowingly been waiting for a monster such as Willie to come along and do just
that.
Now Willie wondered if
it really could be a case of like mother like daughter for Susan Richards had
certainly quickly learned obedience had its rewards.
Willie wondered if the
bitch was wet, certainly her eyes had been glazed over whilst he was whipping
her inner thighs, so, without preamble he reached out to cup her vulva. As soon
as he did so, Susan jerked in her bondage and closed her legs in an attempt to
deny him. But Willie hand was there, and god, her cunt was wet and radiating
heat, Willie could even feel the throbbing.
‘Get those legs spread
again bitch!’ Growled Willie.
Obediently Susan did so whilst simultaneously
Willie slipped two fingers between her cunt lips. The Bitch was soaking!
Susan groaned
inwardly, how could her body have betrayed her like this, surely a woman of her
age should not be feeling horny after being subjected to such appalling
indignities.
But Susan, pained and
aching as she was, could not deny the touch of Willies cool hand on her fiery
cunt lips had hit her like a blot of lightening.
Deciding a little play
time was in order Willie reaching around placed one hand over her mound whilst
inserting two fingers inside Susan again.
With his other hand Willie then began whipping
Susan’s ass cheeks, ensuring that each stroke upon her buttocks drove her
further onto fingers that clenched and unclenched inside her cunt like a fist,
driving the mature beauty ever nearer a huge unwanted orgasm. More and more
blows from the leather strap crashed upon Susan’s buttocks to produce tram
lines of red weal’s matching those upon her thighs.
Each blow sent Susan Richards bucking forward,
leaving her unable to do no more that push her hot wet cunt further and further
onto Willie’s fingers.
This whilst all the
while Willies face was next to Susan’s!
‘You are enjoying
this, aren’t you bitch, you love it rough! Willie demanded of the naked beauty.
Unfortunately for
Susan, even as she began to shake her head in anguish, appalled by his words,
her body was betraying her and rushing toward a huge unwanted yet inevitable orgasm whilst Willie’s
fingers began pumping the soaking inside of her cunt for all he was worth. Shortly
the 50 years old beauty was shaking and
gasping to climax as long streams of her
creamy juices were emitted from her hot
and throbbing love box, over the triumphant Willie’s fingers, palm and
wrist………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Fifteen minutes later
and with her arms only given a very brief rest bite, the desolate, naked mature
and disheveled but none the less still
beautiful Susan Richards was sat upon the leather covered seat of a wooden
office type swivel chair, Willie, having first tied a long length of white rope
around her waist, had then passed the long residue under and between her ass
cheeks before then dissecting Susan’s cunt lips with the rough white cord.
Each of Susan’s ankles
had been spread wide, pulled back and tied to the back of the chair, making it
all but impossible for Susan to close her legs and gain even the token amount
dignity she craved in humiliating awareness that her inner thighs were
liberally coated with her congealed love juices.
Satisfied with Susan’s
seated position, Willie then tugged the cord upward, causing the mature beauty
to try and jump from the chair as the coarse rope pulled
deep into her exposed slit, only to be thwarted by the ropes securing her
ankles.
Once again satisfied with this, Willie eased
the rope and pushed the still handcuffed Susan back into her seated position
before raising the rope vertically and passing the end through a pulley hanging
directly over Susan’s head.
Finally Willie pulled
the white rope down, again vertically whilst pulling Susan’s cuffed hands up
just above her breasts before tying the rope to her handcuffs.
If Susan wondered why
her abductor had created such intricate bondage upon her she was soon to find
out as Willie produced a box on ‘snap on’ clothes pegs.
Susan could only look
down in helpless apprehension as Willie, opening the first peg and moving it
over her right breast, hovered over the nipple for a few agonizing moments
before releasing the pressure of his fingers on the peg’s clamp, thus allowing
the Peg to clasp itself into Susan’s nipple.
The excruciating Pain,
never before experienced , hitting Susan, made her gasp into the ball gag and
shake her head in denial before instinct took over to make her pull down on the rope holding her hands in an
attempt to remove the clothes peg.
But, just as Willie had
intended, the effect of Susan pulling down on the white rope was to pull it
through the pulley above her head thus pulling the coarse white cord ever
deeper between Susan’s soft cunt lips causing her to gasp in a pain far worse
that that which afflicted her nipples.
Even then and because
of Willie’s clever bondage, whichever way she tried Susan found her fingers
were just unable to reach the peg clasped to her nipple and she succeeded only
in pulling the rough rope ever deeper into her cunt cleft until it eventually
rubbed its coarseness against her Anus causing Susan to finally admit defeat
and look on helplessly whilst Willie decorated her left nipple with a second
peg.
‘Okay Bitch, I’m gonna
decorate those big tits with these, when I’m done I’m gonna remove the gag ,but
one word from you before I give you permission and I whip each one of these
beauties off your tits in turn, you got that bitch!?’
Susan, by now
absolutely terrified of Willie and knowing more pain was to come did, none the
less, welcome the thought of the awful ball gag being removed and thus allowing
her to stretch her aching Jaw muscles and to be able to breathe more
easily. So Susan nodded her head
vigorously in agreement to Willies demand, thinking her abductor must surely
eventually explain to her the reason behind her abduction and of his cruel
treatment toward her.
Five minutes later and
Willie leaned back to survey his handiwork.
Each of Susan’s large
but still firm breasts were now adorned with twenty of the evil pegs, each one
of them biting into the tender flesh of Susan’s Breasts.
Each Nipple held two
pegs, the other eighteen were arranged in two exact circles around each breast
one small circle with six pegs, the
other larger circle holding the remaining twelve.
Susan herself, despite
the pain, also looked down at her Breasts in horrified fascination, watching as
first her nipples, and then her breasts changed colors.
Her nipples from the
normal dark red to first a very dark red before taking on a reddish/blue hue as
the blood drained from them whilst her Breasts changed from milky white to deep
red where the pegs gripped them.
Never in her life had
Susan Richards even read of such things, let alone experienced them.
Now though, as Willie propped a large stand up
mirror before her, she saw for the first time the effect of Willie’s handiwork
upon her.
By now the pain in her
nipples and breasts had subsided to a dull aching and Susan
Studied herself, her
ball gagged mouth, her upraised bound wrists, her naked body, her breasts encased
by the clothes pegs.
Susan was unable to prevent the unbelievable
thought that she had never before looked and felt so desirable. For incredibly,
somehow her bondage actually seemed to enhance her mature sexuality
Susan shook her head
in denial, that was stupid!, how could she think such things when she was so
helpless in the hands of this maniac, but the throbbing between her legs
betrayed that denial and for the first time Susan’s eyes wondered across to the
bulge between Willies legs as she found herself wondering, wondering just what
this maniac had in store for her……….after………after?
So lost in these
thoughts was sooner she had not realized Willie was now behind her and removing
the awful ball gag.
Then it was gone and
for the first time in how long Susan could move her jaws, lick her parched
lips, breath easily whilst keeping her promise to remain silent in the hope her
abductor would soon allow her that privilege.
But he also remained
silent; in fact he was nowhere to be seen
Then, after five
nerve-racking minutes, another voice, not that of her abductor was speaking in
a voice faintly familiar to Susan.
‘Oh, dear me! what
have we here?
The voice was saying,
moving closer, then the figure was standing before her and Susan Richards looked
up in recognition as the voice continued.
‘Susan! Susan Richards...well,
it looks to me as though you are in a spot of bother my dear!’
Susan looked up,
astonished to see the figure of Ben Harris looking down at her naked and bound
body.
At that moment and
despite her nakedness, and their past differences, Susan had never been so
pleased to see the portly figure of Ben Harris looking down at her.
‘Ben…Ben Harris!……..oh
God Ben it really is you!
………….please………..please
help me, please, you must get me out of here Ben!’ cried Susan Richards, trying
in vain to pull her hands down far enough to cover tortured Breasts and Nipples that
seemed to be, Susan realized, the sole focus of Ben Harris’s attention at that moment.
End of Part Five
A work of pure
Fiction to be Continued
All Votes and comment
more than welcome
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