Bella began with putting Chris into the Iron Maiden and re-chaining his limbs to the floor. From there Bella tried many of her discipline implements on the poor boy, eliciting cries numerous times. Bella would only say after the loudest cries, "I love it when you scream, Chris" or "I find welts on men attractive." Eventually, she relented but only after ordering Chris "to beg for it. I love it when you beg me.

Droned Mbuji, on the other end of the phone. It was Saturday. Craig replied with a tingling, nervous voice. Theyll be arriving at . p.m. Ill be picking them up at the airport. Very good! So now what do I do? asked Craig. Mbuji sniggered maliciously, Well.. you will have to do exactly what I say. I come over to hotel now. I explain everything. Is understand? Ok, Ill wait for you here.. the white mans shivery voice countered. You remember good..

Suddenly the clamps are removed from Lisas nipples and the earmuffs from her head. Barton again begins to speak " I would like you to hear everything that is about to happen Miss Williams. We are going to turn an electrical generator and use electroshock "therapy" on you. All you have do is give me your friends name and address and you will not have to endure this horrendious experience ." Horrified, but unwilling to give her captor the satisfaction of showing it Lisa shouts "Go

A while later, Lisa wakes up to find herself tied to a chair blindfolded and with a set of soundproof earmuffs on her head. More frightened than she has been in her life, she ponders how she got here. Then all of a sudden a voice breaks the silence, "Good morning Miss Williams, how was your nap? I bet you are wondering how you can hear me, well weve put a set of speakers in your earmuffs that we can turn on and off when we feel like

Craig lay supine on his bed as the scorching African sunlight raided the hotel room. Exhausted, he snorted randomly, engaged in deep slumber. In a state of befuddlement, he eventually came round. He awoke with a shock. His sleep viciously interrupted by a powerful thump on the door. He tried to lift his head but plunged instantly into a dizzy twirl; his bruised temple still aching from the night before. A second heavy thump struck the door. Craig stumbled to his feet. He fuddled around nervously as he looked for his pants. They lay nested at the feet of the bed. Struggling to put them on, he collapsed in a messy heap.

The herd of blacks faced a small entrance to what appeared to be a tacky old room. The size of a jail cell, the steamy chamber was filled to the brim, overflowing with intimidating negros elbowing each other ferociously, trying to gain entrance. Studying the sweaty crowd, Mbuji heard another desperate cry, NO!! Please... As Mbuji listened, he saw two Negros, fighting their way past the mob, trying to exit the dingy room.

Our story begins in an airport in the capitol city Rowanda. A young woman searchs for a few last minute gifts for her family and friends. Her name is Lisa Williams, she is five foot nine, twenty-one years old, with shoulder length brown hair. Even through she wears no make up and wears very drab clothing, as she has for the past three months, you can tell she is a very beautiful woman.

Craig began to look for the arrows conducting to the bar. Holding Sheilas hand, he guided her down a first corridor then a second. As the couple turned left they were confronted with a large door, locked and bolted. Above it there was a sign, it read: BAR. A surprised Craig quickly turned to Sheila, Shit. I dont think its open. A veil of disappointment immediately covered Sheilas face, Oh no, I was really looking

Craig had spent the most of it in a state of sinister numbness, pacing back and forth across the sticky hotel room, in a kerfuffle, desperately trying to find a solution. He had scouted every possible answer. Recalling what Mbuji had told him the previous night, the police seemed the last possible option - this was central Africa. His ruminating resumed. If he didnt oblige, he would have been responsible for her death and would have never been able to live with that. On the other hand, how could he possibly get her two daughters involved. Sheila would have never forgiven him. Craigs mind darted back and forth; chaos engulfed him.

Lisas heart starts racing as she hears the sound of a zipper coming down. She feels so powerless laying here on this floor with her back arched up making her boobs pop out and her legs spread wide open, she knows what is about to happen, she only prays it is quick. Then Barton begins to speak, "You are such a beautiful woman Miss Williams, and tough too, thats so sexy. I knew I would have to get a taste of you if Omar didnt kill you first." he says with a laugh.