The Councilman Part 1 I was a councilman in a medium sized town. In our town the city council had most of the power rather then the mayor, and if any individual on the council had a pet project or an idea then they usually could push it through unopposed. I was ambitious and took it upon myself to run things, I liked knowing that I had control but did not seek the spotlight. I had a plan to keep kids in school until dinnertime unless they had a parent to go home to. This project was loved by all. It gave daycare, it cut down on daytime crime, it offered programs to the children after school, and it gave afternoon snacks to the kids thus saving parents even more money. The only problem was I needed a way to fund it. I proposed a small education tax increase that wouldn't cause too much opposition, and I got some corporate sponsorship. Some companies sponsored certain activities, such as computer club, or dance or sports. The supermarket contributed snacks and the local college gave us prospective teachers to watch the children. Everything was going great but I still needed to come up with more money. I trimmed some budgets and cancelled a couple programs, such as the spousal abuse shelters and the rape and abuse counseling. I needed to get some more money for the program and thus all cuts seemed worth while. My program was up and running and was a huge success. The parents loved me for providing daycare and the kids seemed happy with all the after school programs to choose from. Everyone wanted me to run for mayor or congress but I was happy where I was. I stayed likeable and popular if my name came up, but soon enough my day to day anonymity returned. Nobody even talked to me about the program until about 6 months after it was initiated. I was walking down a dark deserted street about 9 o'clock somewhere between my office and a sandwich shop I like when a van pulled in front of me. The back door swung open and someone in a mask jumped out and pointed a shotgun at me. Suddenly from behind someone pulled a black canvas bag over my head and handcuffed my hand behind my back and then through me into the van. No one had said a word but I was subdued and scared. We drove for about an hour but I am guessing until we stopped and they pulled me roughly out of the van. I walked over a stone covered walk into a building. We got to a staircase and I was slowly helped down about 15 steps, then we turned and I was violently pushed down the remaining 5 steps. Someone helped me up and walked me into another room, pushed me into a chair, attached my cuffs to the back of the chair and left. I heard the door close and several locks being secured until I was left alone in the darkness. I realized that I hadn't said a word during the entire ordeal and neither had my captors. I could be anywhere and they could be anyone. I sat alone contemplating my fate for along time, it seemed like a few hours but I could not be sure. I heard the door being unlocked and then opened. Some things were being adjusted. Finally someone took off my mask. I say someone because there was a big spotlight being shined in my face and I couldn't see anything but light. Finally someone spoke. It was a woman's voice. "Hello John, glad you could be our guest. We have some council business we need to discuss with you. We figured it would go better for us if it was on our own turf." I interrupted her and asked where I was and who were they. Before I finished my question I was slapped very hard on my right cheek from behind. "Don't interrupt me John, came from in front of me behind the light. I wondered how many were in the room. We are members of a local women's group. You can call me Ma'am; I like that it shows respect, don't you think. You are at one of our local chapter houses. I better let you know some of the rules before you are so unfortunately slapped again. Do not speak until you are told to speak. If you do you will be punished swiftly and harshly. If this becomes a problem we will gag you. I doubt it will become a problem, because the punishment usually discourages disobedience before a gag is needed. You will not try to escape, in fact, you will not even move without permission. This includes defending yourself. For instance, if Madam standing behind you tries to slap you again and you try and block her with your shoulder then here is what will happen. She will slap you twice and harder then originally planned and will then follow that with some other form of very unpleasant punishment. Next rule, you will do what we say when we say it. Orders will be followed without hesitation and without question. Now in order to make sure that there are no questions so far we will give you a test. I order you to try and block Madam's slap with your shoulder." I suddenly heard a hand from behind me coming towards my face and instinctually I shrugged my shoulder into my face. Rather then landing on my cheek the hand landed rather painfully on my temple. From behind me a new voice said, " You tried to move, for that you must be punished." I butted in with, " I was told to move". This was met with another hard slap, this time to the back of my head causing me to see stars and for tears to stream out of my eyes. "Silence! You must be punished for that outburst as well," said Madam. Ma'am replied with, " This is why I wanted to do the test. You must always obey all of the rules. If any are disobeyed then you will be punished. If you find this unfair then that is unfortunate. Madam will punish you for moving and for your outburst. I do recommend staying quiet in the future. I am sure Madam will take it easy on you this time but in the future punishment for opening your mouth will be most severe. Madam if you will get this over with we must get on with telling John what will happen tonight. I am sure at the moment he is very anxious to know. Although I am sure it will change afterwards. Madam walked around to the front of me. I still could not make out any specific features due to the light, but I could tell she was tall, around 6 feet, in good shape and she had big strong looking hands. She wore rings on each finger of her left hand and since I was about to get hit I hoped she continued to use her right. Her fingers were thick but still long and elegant looking, Her nails were well manicured eventhough they were short and cut almost even with the end of her finger and were covered with clear nail polish. If I wasn't going to be able to see their face I wanted to be able to identify something about them. Madam said in an evil quiet voice that I was owed two slaps and two other punishments. She told me to nod if I understood and was ready. I nodded. Before my nod was done she slapped me with her right hand, this time doing damage to my left cheek. I was in a daze from the blow. Then she backhanded me again with her right hand. This blow left me semi-unconscious and slouching in the chair. She picked me up straight with a handful of hair. "Now what should we do for your punishments. I could poke your eyes out and blind you, or maybe cut your Achilles tendon with a knife." She continued to painfully hold my hair and look down at me. I could make out a couple of tiny features about her but not enough to identify her. She just stared and waited while contemplating my fate. I was terrified. "No, lets take it easy on you for now" She followed this statement by driving her knee into my balls. After this I sort of blacked out but I could still feel all of the pain. I felt Madam grab my face with her left hand and direct it up at hers. Then the light was turned off. I was blinded by the sudden change for a few moments. While I was blinded Madam said, "Now we need your second punishment" and she grabbed my recently abused nuts and squeezed hard and twisted. As I got my vision back, blurry vision due to the pain, my eyes were directed right at Madam's face. She was very pretty. She had short light brown hair, with a face that could be used as the definition for cute. She looked muscular for I could make out a little of both arms both straining while squeezing a body part. One my face the other my balls. She looked deep into my eyes while she squeezed. I was in too much pain to scream. She squeezed and twisted some more and I saw black. When I woke up the lighting was normal. My bonds had been adjusted so that my ankles were attached to the chair, which was attached to the floor, and my arms were over my head attached to the ceiling. I was also naked. Ma'am sat behind me out of sight and Madam didn't appear to be in the room any longer. " I asked Madam to leave us alone for now, just in case she got ahead of herself and knocked you out again. I really want to tell you what is going to happen without any more distractions. I hope that you don't do anything that will cause me to punish you because slowing down my schedule would make me most angry and I am sure that would be noticed in your punishment. Although Madam's punishment seemed severe to you, I assure you that it nothing compared to what we are capable of. And if you were to ask Madam who is more cruel when it comes to correction it is clearly me." " So let's get to the point. You are here because my group is very unhappy about you canceling the therapy for abused and raped women. We also did not like the dissolvement of the shelters. We are here to convince you to reinstate the programs, with much more funding. When I am finished explaining to you the situation you will have the opportunity to speak and look over and sign the contract reinstituting the programs that you cut at about 3 times the old budget. If you do not think our proposal is fair then you will not sign. If you don't sign then I have three ladies line up, myself being one of them, who will tell you their horror stories and will try to convince you of the error of your ways. The point of your time with the three of us will to try and make you truly understand what happened to us, mostly because the cancellation of your programs and the consequences that thus ensued. To be fair our attackers are responsible for the heinous acts done to us, but your budget cuts either indirectly caused something horrible to happen or made it much more difficult for us to deal with our situation. In fact if my women's group had not found some of my members they would still be miserable, scared and depressed. So I will show you the proposal and you can read it and make a decision. You will be able to speak after you have read the contract, but I implore you to only talk about the paper. If you do not like the proposal then do not sign it. You have to defend it in the city council and have to find the money for it so I recommend you only sign it when you truly believe that the consequences of your actions force you into truly believing that we are right. " From behind me Ma'am approached and held the contract in front of my eyes. I still had not seen her. Again all I could see were here hands. She was wearing about 6 rings on her two hands. She also had big hands. They were best described as elegant. At the end of each finger she had a 2-inch fingernail painted a deep blood red. The nails looked strong and they looked sharp. I read her contract, which pretty much said that the programs I cancelled would be reinstated and expanded. There was no mention where the city was supposed to get the money. Now I was obviously scared. I had been kidnapped, tied up and beaten. I had a 1-minute view of Madam, which she gave me on purpose, but still had not seen Ma'am, and had no idea where I was. I had been threatened repeatedly but for some reason Maam's last words had calmed me. She told me if I did not believe it was right then not to sign, afterall , I would have to find the money for it. So I told her that I did not think the city could afford it, and I had no idea where we could get the money for it. I told her this oddly enough without fear. Ma'am shrugged and told me that it was a shame that I didn't agree with her yet, but did not show any anger. I was about to plead to be let go but something inside me thought better of it. Maybe it was the ache I still felt in my balls. "Okay then, I am going to tell my story first. If after my story you want to sign the contract then you may but I will still want you to hear the other girl's stories. If you aren't convinced by me but are convinced by Madam who will go next, you will still have to wait for the third story before you can sign. It would waste too much time to do it any other way. So I am ready if you are. Now this is very personal for me so no matter how difficult it is for you to get through this remember it is also difficult for me. As soon as you nod your head we will begin " and Ma'am finally walked around to my front where I could see her. She was very tall; over 6 foot in her heals. She had what appeared to be a perfect body hidden behind her skin tight above the knee pullover dress. She had large breasts, long legs and a great ass. She had long dark hair, sharp facial features and as mentioned before incredible long red nails. I nodded my head. "What you have to understand about an abusive relationship is that it is about control. They control what you wear, who you see (which in my case was almost nobody except some of his friends that came over for cards or football, who I was supposed to cook for and serve beer to), and what you do and think. In my relationship I was made to quit my job eventhough it paid better then his, thus I was reliant on him. He also had me terrified. One time when I was about to leave him he beat me up so bad I could barely walk for a week. He didn't let me go to the hospital. The day after it happened he brought home KFC so I didn't have to cook, but the rest of the week I could barely walk or see out of my closed eye but still had to cook and clean. I received a couple of good hits for arguing about it. The main thing though is they make you feel worthless. When you have no more friends, he didn't allow me to have any; you rely on what he tells you. They constantly tell you how lucky you are and how noone else would ever want you and you believe it. My boyfriend didn't think any place was inappropriate to abuse or degrade me. In public he would humiliate me and would pinch or squeeze my arm for pain. He didn't want to get caught beating me. He often made me walk around the house in my bikini or sometimes naked. When his friends came over for Monday night football I was expected to cook them snacks, serve them beer and run around lighting cigarettes or cigars. I wasn't allowed to talk but I always had to be present looking pretty. One night after the game was underway and I had already served them food I told my Beau that I was going upstairs to watch Ally Mcbeal and everything they needed was in the kitchen. He grabbed me and brought me into the kitchen. He put my face between both of his hands and he squeezed, crushing my head. He told me that my job was to serve and to look pretty. If I had a problem with that then instead I could get the beating of my life. I was upset and in pain and figured that Ally was out. I started to walk back out to the guys in the living room. When I got to the kitchen door he told me to take my bikini off. He had a look in his eye that meant don't argue. I went out and served his friends naked for the rest of the night. He had them all grab my ass and tits all night. Mostly what he liked to do for fun was to make me cry. If he could combine sex and pain for me he was delighted. He used to pinch and squeeze my breasts and my nipples so hard. My breasts would be black and blue for days and my nipples would hurt for weeks. Just because they were bruised didn't keep him from doing it the next night. He also loved pinching and pulling my clit. He liked stretching my pussy with his fingers but hurting my clit was his favorite. One day he bought a surgical clamp and started to use that on my body also. One time when I was unshaven in my vaginal area and my underarms (this was after a beating so I let myself go) he pulled most of the hair out with a pair of tweezers, I shaved no matter how much I hurt after that. Now I know you figure he was just a boyfriend I could have called the police and then left him. Well I had no job, no self-esteem, no friends and his input was the only communication that I had. If there had been therapy and shelters I could have talked to someone and figured out what to do. Then I would have had somewhere to stay while I did the figuring and got another job. Your cuts took away my options and made my personal hell continue. Now I need to remind you not to speak. I know you will want to after my next statement, and I don't see the need for you to get any unnecessary punishments. First I am going to show you an example of what it is like to go through what I did. It will not compare since I slowly lost myself and my whole existence became hell, but you are under my complete control and your current existence is what I make it. Then I need to show you the consequences of your actions. Mainly that means punishing you for making my life worse. Okay, we will begin. I am sorry but first I will have to beat you down a bit." She then proceeded to slap me with both hands repeatedly with both forehands and backhands. The blows kept coming and her rings and long nails opened up areas on my face. Madam's slaps had been solid and shaking, while Ma'am was causing my whole face to sting, but the non-stop hitting had me delirious and the cuts on my face were burning. She grabbed me by the hair to hold my head up and with a close fist punched my forehead about 10 times. I was barely conscious and had a new set of cuts on my forehead, this time only from her rings. She said I was now ready to move on to the next phase. " I am going to do to you what was done to me but with a feminine twist." She then grabbed my chest and dug her nails into both my pectorals and started to squeeze and twist. Her nails were firmly embedded a half inch into my skin leaving a steady trickle of blood at each point. She was roughly squeezing my breasts and the pain was excruciating. "That breast squeeze thing didn't sound that painful when I was telling you about did it, that is why I thought it was important to show you. She continued to do this for about 5 minutes. When she removed her nails they made a suction noise. Where they were remained 10 puncture wounds. She held her bloody nails up to my face to show them to me and smiled down at me. "He also liked to squeeze my clit and pull and stretch my vagina we will have to find suitable replacements." She sat down on a stool in front of me and stared down at my cock. She smiled and evil smile and said that should do. She took her thumb and forefinger and pinched the head of my cock. She kept applying more pressure and the pain was unbelievable. When my dick was flat between her fingers she put her nails in. She slowly pushed them in until broke the skin. Her nails then slid in a few centimeters. I passed out. When I woke up she was in the same position. She hadn't moved. Her nails were still inside the head of my cock. She said good you are awake we can continue. She started pulling and twisting my penis with the two fingers embedded in my tip. " I was going to use your asshole to simulate my vagina but since he liked pulling on my pussy lips I will use your balls instead. Plus I know the other girls want to use your asshole." She then took all five fingers of her left hand and dug them into my scrotum. She then started tugging my balls away from my body. I was securely tied and couldn't follow her with my body. She kept pushing her nails in and she kept tugging. I was in a daze. "I will have to come back later and finish up. It wouldn't be fair to Madam if I kept going. She tugged harder. By the way do you want to sign the proposal yet." This last question was accompanied by a viscous twist of both my balls and my dick, which caused me to pass out. "No answer, well I guess I'll ask again after the other two girls are done. Have fun with Madam. See ya later." When I woke up I saw Madam staring down at me with a smirk on her face. I looked up and a terror hit me and I started begging for mercy and for her not to hurt me. Her response was a left to my cheek, cutting me again with her rings and a right to my jaw, which knocked me out. Being knocked out as often as I was can't be healthy, but I guess a right to the jaw isn't healthy either. When I woke up again my bonds had been adjusted. My arms were still over my head but I was now standing stretched up to my toes and my anklets were attached loosely to the floor. Madam spoke, "Such a shame that I will have to punish you for that outburst. I wanted to tell you my story before inflicting any pain. Oh well. I will do something that will assist me later. You have a problem not speaking so I will remedy that." I didn't think being quiet was a problem for me for I had only said about 10 words in the last 6 hours or so. Madam then squeezed my cheeks until my mouth opened and she firmly grabbed my tongue and pulled it out. She then produced a three-inch needle and slowly but steadily pushed through my tongue. It was very painful and very bloody. I don't know what those people with tongue piercings are talking about when they say it did not bleed or hurt. I was unable to pull my tongue back in my mouth. "Good that should keep you quiet and should come in handy later." She put some gauze in my mouth and then started her story.' "My story is different then the other girls. I just moved here about a year ago and didn't know very many people. My job as a web designer didn't put me in steady contact with a lot of people. Granted I wouldn't have had the guts to move out here if I wasn't self employed with contracts already lined up. I finally met what I thought was a really nice guy and we had gone out on a couple of dates. On our third date he came in at the end of the night to use my bathroom and then proceeded to try and rape me. I wasn't as assertive and strong back then so he was able to overpower me. He hit me a couple of times and ripped my clothes off. Luckily for me the apartment next door had company and they were mulling around in the hall. My rapist knew that if I screamed at that point then they would have heard; so he pulled his pants off and left before he ever even got his dick in me. I had no one to talk to about what happened so I lived my life afraid. I didn't want to meet any new people because what if they were like him. Now I know you think that was bad what happened to me but not warranting what I have done to you. Well I am not done. Now here is what they say about victims, if you look like a victim and act like a victim then you will be victimized. One night I was walking home reasonably late when three guys attacked me. They slapped me around and then took turns with me. They did me from the front and they did me up the ass. As horrible as being violated from behind was (it caused me to bleed back there for almost a month), having the men lay on me and look at me while they violated was worse. While they fucked me they would squeeze my breasts hard and slap my face or pull my hair. Now after this was over I just retreated into my apartment and barely ever went outside. There was no counseling available. If I hadn't run into Ma'am then I may have still been locked up in my apartment and afraid of the world. Now let's have you experience some of my pain and misery." With that Madam started slapping me in the face with her solid hard blows. She then started punching me in my stomach and kidneys until I was just slouching in my bonds. She turned a crank and lowered me and bent me over a table. She put a large strapon dildo on her waist and forced it violently into my ass. She grabbed my hair firmly and called me names like whore while she pumped away. Occasionally she would slam my head into the table. There was no relief; she must have torn me up inside. Each stroke hurt and the humiliation was overwhelming. I was almost passed out when she stopped. She pulled it out and showed me the blood-covered phallus. She laid me on my back on a table and tied my ankles down. My arms were still over my head, and my legs were almost together. She then took out another dildo. This one was rapped in course sandpaper. She then grabbed my wounded penis and attached a piece of duct tape to it. She then forced my dick through the tiny opening in my legs and taped into my ass crack. This brought most of my balls back with it. She then attached the new dildo to her belt and got on top of me. She slapped me once to get my attention. She then forced the sandpapered dildo between my thighs. She grabbed my hair and then forcefully kissed me. This caused great pain to my pierced protruding tongue. She bit my tongue at the end of her kiss and I yelped in pain. She smiled and laughed and called me a slut. She started humping me. Each stroke of her penis tore skin from my inner thighs and the top of my penis causing the most excruciating pain imaginable. Occasionally the sandpaper would get my balls as well. She reached down and roughly squeezed my nipple and twisted. Every so often she would kiss me or bite my tongue again. This went on for an eternity in my mind. She had me humiliated and in horrible pain while she would smile down at me and call me names. If I closed my eyes to try and quell the pain she would slap me or pull my beaten chest and nipple until I opened them and paid attention. When she got off my thighs and cock were beyond chafed. They were red and raw with traces of blood just dying to get to the surface. Madam looked delighted. "Well there were three of them so you still have one more to go. I hope you're having fun. I bet you didn't expect to get laid tonight, whore." She attached my legs to a pulley and pulled them over my head. This was only good because when my legs were together the pain was incredible. She then put on a long latex glove and put her finger quickly and roughly up my ass. Every ten seconds or so she would add another finger. She slowed down at four. The pain was horrible, since my ass had been ripped open earlier. She would wiggle her fingers and when she found a tender spot she would push it mercilessly. Eventually she put her whole hand in and pushed in past her wrist. She took this opportunity to tell me how lucky I was to be getting a break from the pain. I didn't understand but knew better not to comment. Finally she pulled her arm out with one pull and it was over, I thought. She ripped off the glove and laid it across my face. "Well now you have an idea of what it is like to be raped. But don't think you really understand, for you don't know what the fear I lived with afterwards is like." Since you don't know the fear I will give you something else and she proceeded to slap my balls as hard as she could until I passed out yet again. I woke up to a hose spraying me with water. The glove was off my face. The water felt good but the pain was still present and I felt ashamed. I was terrified, to bad I couldn't tell Madam that I understood the fear also. The woman spraying me was someone new. She was a 5'5 redhead with a nice body. She too had very long red nails. Her hands were not large like Maams or Madam's, but she had two-inch nails that made them look big. "Hi, I am Suzy. They wanted me to have you call me Mistress but I like Suzy better." She was like a cheerleader. She was perky and smiling. "I guess it is my turn to tell you the story of me and my husband. My husband had complete control. I had no friends, no job and no life except taking care of the house and him. I really did nothing except what he told me. He went through phases on certain things. Sometimes he liked to hurt and mark up my whole body. He would hit me everywhere. He would sit and give me Indian burns on my arms and legs or sometimes real burns. He liked that if we went out that I would have to wear long sleeves, pants turtlenecks and sometimes gloves to cover up what he had done. I was ashamed of the way I looked. I did not cover up to keep him from getting caught. Other times he liked me looking my best. He used to make me only wear my two piece bikini around the house whether we had company or not. Sometimes he would make me stay naked around the house. He would tell me how ugly I was and that no one else would ever want me. One day our heater wasn't working well and I complained about wearing the bikini. He made me get naked, after a couple punches to the stomach, and stand in front of an open window for a few hours. I was sure some people saw me. The only reason I got to stop is he needed me to make him something to eat. He used to beat me daily so I knew not to argue with any of his commands. One day I went shopping and I bought a case of a different beer then usual since they were out of Bud. When he got home he was livid. He hit me and said he couldn't believe that I expected him to drink that piss water. He then filled up the bathtub with the beer and told me to get in. He dunked my head a few times and told me to swallow the beer. He then pissed in the tub right next to me and dunked me again and made me drink that. He made me drink a good amount. I was told to stay in the tub since he didn't want to see me. He went to the bedroom and watched some TV before going to bed. After a couple of hours in the tub I got the nerve to get out. I showered up and eventually went to the bedroom. He heard me and told me to come over there and suck his cock. I did it and swallowed like I was supposed to. He then told me to put his dick back in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and held my face there while he proceeded to piss down my throat. He said here is some piss water that you like and you didn't even have to buy it at the store. I cried myself to sleep. Here is where you come in Councilman, before I went to the bedroom I went to make some calls. I looked in the yellow pages and called an abuse shelter. The number was disconnected. I then tried three more and the same happened. I tried to get out of my relationship and you took away my only hope. I was forced to resign myself to the horrible life that I had. Two days later my husband came home and told me that I had to figure out a way to pay for the beer I bought and since I didn't have a job he knew away. One of his friends from the local bar came in and I was told to give him a blowjob. I was made to swallow as usual and then thank him for being so generous and giving me 15 dollars for my services. After that day my husband had me give many blowjobs for money although he never had me have sex for some reason. He also used me as his toilet on a couple more occasions usually after sex. Luckily about 3 months ago he was put in jail for selling stolen property and I was able to get away. I saw Maam's add at the courthouse for her women's group and was able to get my life back together. Now I guess I will now let you experience some of the abuse." She wanted me to know what it was like to have marks of abuse over my whole body. She took her long nails and proceeded to scratch me everywhere. She scratched my arms, and my legs, my back and my chest. She even did my hands and feet spending time at the cuticles of my nails, which caused excruciating pain. She had me bleeding all over. She pinched my nipples between her thumbnail and forefinger, and further abused my beat up nipples. She pushed her nail seemingly through my nipple and told me she could rip it off if she desired. Luckily she did not. She told me she didn't need to scratch my face since it was already marked from the other ladies hitting me with their rings. Well I am sure many of the marks were just from being hit and Ma'am let her long nails hit me when she slapped me. Suzy left almost no spot unscratched. She then took out a bottle of vodka and poured all over me. I screamed and then passed out. When I awoke she told me the vodka was to keep me from getting infected and she still had some more spots to hit. She then poured some more on me. I was in a daze. Suzy lifted her skirt and stood over me on the table. She told me I better not miss a drop or she would pour another bottle on me. She then proceeded to piss into my mouth. I can't really describe what it tasted like but I don't think I liked it. "Well, I am done so let's get the other girls back here so you can sign the form." Madam and Ma'am were there in a minute. As soon as they arrived I told them I would sign anything they want. Ma'am told me I should be punished for speaking without permission but that she would let that slip since I said I would sign. Ma'am continued," You know that is wonderful that you say you will sign but I don't know if you really understand what we went through. The day after day fear and knowledge that the nightmare is our life is the most important lesson. Besides we can never be sure that you would work to get the programs back just because you signed a contract. You can claim you were under duress. We think it would be better if you got a full understanding of our lives. You can stay with my woman's group and they can truly allow you to experience the pain and terror we described to you. You will also get to hear the stories and meet our other members. We have a well-respected woman's advocate as a member who I think could take over your council seat and get the programs reinstated. I think you should call the news and tell them you are resigning and leaving town for a while. You will recommend our friend for your job and then all will be well. You can stay with us for a year or two to learn what it is like and then we will let you go to work for the good of the people again. We have a feeling that when we are done with you that you will be a wonderful woman's advocate. Don't do anything stupid when you call the reporters or the mayor because you haven't seen us angry yet and things could get real painful for you if we are angry. You know I have to reconsider something. It would set a bad precedent if I didn't punish you for talking out of turn earlier so I will do that as soon as you are off the phone with the mayor and are no longer a councilman." Suzy said, " You will have a wonderful life with us. Just think of what happened today as everyday. But the good thing is there are 30 other women who can tell you there stories and come up with new and exciting tortures and ways to degrade you. Madam put in, "I am going to love raping you everyday, but better yet I haven't gotten the opportunity to give you a real good old fashioned beating." Now my life is nothing but pain and more pain. But I think I now truly understand their stories. The End