He lingers over your fate

You stand before the group, whimpering in fear...alone and afraid...but also thrilled, your body yearning for stimulation. You make one last **** try for freedom as attempt to flee, knowing it to be hopeless before you start. Your long brown hair is yanked backwards as you fall into Professor Garrison's strong arms...completely at his mercy. He holds your ripe squirming body, obviously enjoying the sensation of your futile struggles.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you Lisa?" he chuckles. "I like that. It makes it so much more fun."

He pushes you into the dungeon, holding your struggling body and ignoring your whimpering pleas. You can see the other men and his wife grinning with anticipation, eager lust in their faces. He pulls you to a padded bench that stands about waist high. You can see shackles and clamps hanging from it, and you turn your frantic face back towards him with a mute plea for mercy. You see none there, only cruel and greedy lust.

He pushes you against the bench and lets you go. Your eyes dart around looking for a way to escape but all paths are blocked.

"Strip, slut," he orders, his eyes roaming over your lush trembling body.