The touch of the soft hand sends sahivers all through my body. It is strangely comforting and, despite the unusual situation I begin to relax a little. My mind is already thinking about the situation. I am bound too tightly to allow easy escape and, naked, I would have no chance of surviving in the cold Michigin winter were I to make a run for it. This farmhouse is many miles from the city and surrounded by nothing but open country. It would be suicide to try to escape.

The soft voice calms me as well. It is almost hypnotic, speaking softly and quietly about how everything was going to be alright, accompanied by lots of gentle stroking and caresses.

Then... I gasp as something long and sharp digs deeply into the flesh of my nipple. My body goes tense and pain wracks through it. I hear a malicious sounding laugh.