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I turn Take It Bitch to spin out and ride off but a hand grabs my jacket and I’m pulled back while my baby lunges forward then falls down. I’m on my face with a knee on my back and I feel my knife being taken out of my sheath at the small of my back. “Fucking get the fuck off of me Chucklez,” I yell at the big black clown looking asshole. He doesn’t, he holds me down and after a moment I’m dragged off to a van that’s pulling up. I see a few more of Chucklez friends getting out and when I see the bag I start to fight and then one who looks like he had his ear reattached to his head and not by a doctor gets close. “HEY! Listen very carefully, the bag goes on the head. Say it back,” he tells me and I spit at him. “Put the bag on your own head asshole,” I snarl and he frowns. “The bag goes on the head or the Big Tits chain goes around the wrists,” he says again and I see the chain they are beginning to tie to the bumper of femdom the van,” Say it.” “The bag goes on the head,” I don’t like giving up but I can’t win. He doesn’t smile as he puts the bag over my head and my hands are cuffed behind my back before I’m shown into the van a lot more politely than I would have expected. The van starts and I hear motorcycles not my own and then feel the van begin to move. I am shaking a little because when the Faces of Fear take someone they don’t come back whole if they come back at all. I hear big metal doors open and close behind us before the van is opened and I’m guided/pulled from my spot on the floor of the van. I have to climb stairs with a blind fold which has me trip more than once before I’m put on my knees on the floor and I wait. I hear them mumbling, laughing, planning before I hear another engine and everything goes quiet with the freaks. I hear more people come up the stairs and one moves closer to me before all others seem to head down the stairs. “What is the face you expect to see when I pull that bag off,” the voice in front of me asks and I shrug,” Do you want me to take the bag off?” “Please,” I ask and feel the bag loosen from around my neck and come off. It’s not bright but there is enough light that I can see the person in front of me. Tall, maybe six foot, ratty brown coat, thick gloves with plate for protection, shin guards on his cargo pants and a medival fucking hammer about three foot long with a flat side and a spike on the other. I see my knife in his other hand then I look for a face but see a mask, pieces of a mask. One half metal with painted teeth and the other a one way visor to protect the busty bitch doll eyes. The man thing sits down in front of me and sets my knife down in between us. “We know you…,” it asks and I shrug,” You wanted to see the fires?” “I was worried for spanking other people… I just wanted to know what was happening,” I tell it and it shrugs. It reaches forward and unzips my white racing jacket and pulls out my phone, not any damage from what I can see as it places the phone next to my knife. “You saw the fires, you saw what I brought to your world. Now I need you to help me send a message,” it tells me and I back up a little,” I said send a message, not become a message.” “Who am I telling and what,” I might as well help because if the Faces of Fear are answering to this thing and not Gabriel then we’re all sorts of fucked without a compass. “First a little show and tell,” it tells me getting up from in front of me. I watch him step around behind me and then the cuffs come off, first reaction is grab my knife. Second I turn around and stand up quickly bringing the blade straight at it’s stomach when I feel a hand on my wrist blocking my stab. My hand is being pulled up away from the stomach and up to the chest of this freaking monster and now I’m struggling to get back but with one hand on my wrist and the other on my hand the blade is going into the ugly grey sweater. I try to pull back or drop my knife but I feel the pressure give and two inches of blade goes right in and now there is blood. “You don’t know what pain is… I am pain. "I'm going to start calling you Sour Patch." This was followed by silence as both Brad and Cassie thought about the discussion. I wasn’t getting judgmental, mind you, it was something else: I wanted to learn how to best take advantage of my moments with my own dog. With some work from all three of them, they got a nice rhythm working. "Was it okay for you?" She put on another dress femdom just a short as the last one. The defendant is free to go.” We had a small gym so she kept herself fit and for me, to some degree that was the problem. I nod giving her a grin. It was then that my host rose from the chair, revealing a 6’4”, 250 frame busty bitch doll that dwarfed me as he moved closer. CRACK! Giving in, I gratefully lie on my side on the mattress, drawing up my knees into a fetal position. The counter top was the right height. would it be my darling Dakota?” I say Big Tits smiling. “Come, little slut. I waited a few moments then opened the door and stepped out. She was obviously having second thoughts. I was a virgin when I started Take It Bitch college. However, John spoke up saying that Derrick and Paula went downstairs to get some gifts for family. Paul and I were wandering aimlessly when we came across a shooting contest. The delight coursing through my body. I'll go turn down spanking the air." I think that I made it to the first corner before I was flat on my back with my butt getting very cold rapidly. Standing by the door, I took one last look at Momo.