Kriss Felt better from having rested for some time. When she woke up, she was still alone, lying on the bed naked. Michael had left some clothes for her, but with her arms locked in the yoke, there was no way she could put them on. Anyway, her situation felt less hopeless now. Michael had promised to lead her to the Batterists once she felt better and she was eager to see him again so that they could depart. She would never feel really safe until she was back inside the protective walls of the fort.<br/><br/>She heard the sound of Michael returning and she tried to sit up to welcome him, but the weight of the yoke kept her on her back. And then she saw someone else entering the room. Immediately she crossed her thighs and curled her legs up in a derisory protective move. That man looked different and she could in the way his eyes were looking at her naked body that he was not of the same kind than his friend.<br/><br/>Thus, she was hardly surprised when he alluded to payment and brought out his cock. She let her head rest back on the bed, looking away. She even spread her thighs wide. She knew there was no point in struggling. She was helpless anyway. She was only hoping it would be short and gentle.<br/><br/><strong>"Take what you need, but please do it gently"</strong>, she simply said, not even looking at Samuel.