to experience just one more powerful "on-the-edge" explosive orgasm was too much for her. After her last incident, when the man she was fucking was killed in the midst of orgasm, she knew these people were serious. Death was inevitable for her if she kept playing this deadly game. And that was exactly what drew her back. She was addicted to the danger. She never knew such ecstatic sex before. She had to have it one more time. Deathmaster met her at the abandoned prison again. She was stripped of her clothes, her hands were manacled behind her back, and she was marched between guards down the long hallway. She wondered if it was going to be the guillotine again. As before, she was forced to wait for hours in a dark, foreboding cell. It was cold and drafty