Chapter Eight
“Der Schone Opfer”
I had a lot of time to think. When I wasn’t f****d.
At least three times every day, one for each hole, but usually more often than that. It was easy for them, given that Thomas sent me on constant errands throughout Sanctuary and all three were ripe and available for whomever wanted them. The big, leather ring gag was the first thing people noticed, but then they also couldn’t miss my exposed asshole and p***y. I say “exposed” because everything else was covered up, except sometimes my t**s. They lay nestled behind a pair of easily opened vertical zippers within the skin tight, red leather outfit that covered me from head to toe. Just two quick tugs and they spilled out for an easy fondle. I couldn’t do anything to stop them, not with a tight armbinder b
