Rape stories

      "Hey, Joyce, do you want to tell our slave what we're going to do with
him?" Joyce was delighted. "You aren't going anywhere, Francis baby. This is
your new home. You're our toilet now." Then they left, and Francis knelt there
in his pink lace panties, tugging at the ropes and getting nowhere. It got
dark. No sounds could be heard. The bathroom got cold. He cried, he yelled,
and soon he slept from sheer exhaustion. He was awakened by Joyce, who was
coming in to work.