There was no response.“Keep trying,” the control room manager ordered in a calm, gravelly voice. “What’s wrong with Major Connor?”“He scre...med at the same time we heard Commander Murphy scream on the radio,” another operator pointed out the obvious.“He must have been linked with Ed for whatever happened to hit both of them at the same time,” the manager mused angrily to his Companion. He was the only Companion/host pair in the control room at the time. “Ed! Can you hear me?” the manager sent,. My fingers traced the thick heavy silver chain that was secured to my collar with a large padlock and my eyes followed it to a metal loop that protruded from a concrete pillar. I was a prisoner!My heart began to pound wildly as panic set in. I quickly looked down to discover that I still had on all my clothes. "At least whoever is holding me captive hasn't raped me, not yet anyway," I thought to myself with some degree of relief while still drawing shallow panting panicked breaths. My bright. She simply fell back on the bed and started a gentle snore. My cock was throbbing, I needed to know what had happened. I needed to get some relief. Instead, I undressed and got in the bed next to her. She woke me an hour later. Help me out of these clothes. I sat up and helped her remove her tattered dress and leggings. In the dimming afternoon light, I could see handprints across her ass that still burned bright red. Her breasts were bruised in several places. What happened? Youre going to be. It was Sunday. Susan and I had finished our laundry, and then invited the other ladies over for a naked drink. Their husbands were both out playing golf together and wouldn’t be home for hours.“We did.” I confirmed Susan’s account of what we’d done.“Oh my god! That’s so hot! I don’t think I could ever do anything like that.” Bren said.“Personally, I wish I’d been there with you.” Sandy piped in.Bren challenged her, “Would you have shown those guys your boobs?”“I think I would have.” Sandy.