Chapter 12    - Capture By The Khan

The roar of the crowd and the bright Sudanese sun startled Major Huntington
and the thirteen other survivors of his detachment. They had spent the last
three days in the semi-darkness of Mohammed Khan's dungeon and the bright
morning sun caused them to shade their eyes. The whips of their jailors had
driven them out into the large square where the Dervishes publicly tortured and
executed their prisoners.

The Commandant's office

In the Commandants office there were eight men; his aide, two of
his immediate subordinates, the three soldiers who had escorted
her, the young guard from the previous night and the Commandant
himself. Self important behind his desk, he looked her up and
down with distain. The other men looked her up and down with a
frankly sexual interest.

The Commandant started to gabble at her in Spanish. "No speak,
speak English" Angie desperately whined. "OK, speak English" he
replied. Angie let out a sigh of relief at least here was

Laura was startled into wakefulness for a moment when she felt the waterbed undulate gently beneath her, then relaxed.  It was always the same with this bed, and it was the one thing she still had not gotten used to about sleeping on it.  She never had a water bed before and was always surprised at how it would amplify her slightest movement, the bed acting almost as if someone was on it with her.  Of course, whenever she looked she was always alone, which was why she never bothered to check any more and just went back to sleep again.  How ridiculous can a person be!

This happened in March of this year, with a cool
dominant older woman. I got fisted!

Kelly pressed a button on the remote control. The carousel slide
projector clicked and whirred as it spun around, dropping the next
slide into position. Her modestly furnished lounge was lit solely
by the projector, particles of dust floating in the air illuminated
in the light's path.

A single thirty-something guy meets a beautiful high school girl at the mall. He\'s whitebread, she\'s goth. He\'s there to return a DVD player. She\'s there to find her newest personal slave.

9.

Roller coaster. Corey was giving me a ride on one, but I was
starting to understand that it wasn't deliberate. I was just
experiencing a sort of contact high from the ups and downs she
was going through herself. One clue was the way she kept
flipping moods. For example: during the flight home she barely
spoke, but in the lingerie shop she'd chatted happily with the
clerk. We were downstairs at the washing machine when she
opened up again.