Tuner smiled, "I think you're beginning to understand just how valuable she really is."Ronald Turner and I held eye contact for what seemed like an ag....Water was dripping from a leaky pipe somewhere in the roof. Its consistent noise grated against my ears.I finally broke the silence. "Why can't you make more? Your company made them ... you should be able to whip up a fresh batch body altering mind control chips in no time."Turner scoffed. "I was not involved with the actual production. I was. I deposited keys as well, and began undressing."Didn't want to leave the selection to chance," she replied. "I was being a bitch earlier. I deserve to be punished."Naked, I sat on the bed. I took her left hand, kissed the knuckles, then turned it over and kissed the palm, then the inside of the wrist below the restraint. I extended her arm and pulled the corresponding cord to the limits of its extension to hook in the D-ring of that restraint. I leaned close to her left ear."The safe word," I. The afternoon was turning into evening. Once we had a place to stay, we could figure out how to seduce and breed a rakshasa. I ached to fuck one of the dangerous monsters. To risk getting my throat ripped out to enjoy rapture.The street widened into a square lined with cages. People were browsing humans stuffed in them. Some were crammed full with a desultory lot while others held a few preening, young women naked and oiled to gleam in exciting ways.“How much for the blue-haired slave!” a voice. Show him how good you are."“Yes, just like that, you are so good,” Jon rasped.“I love watching you pleasure another man, baby. You are pleasing two men. His huge cock is rock hard. Do you like it? So is mine. I am going to masturbate for both of you.”Just then my phone rang. Mirreille had diverted her phone to mine ‘in case of emegency. Determined to capitalise on the moment hoping it would be one of her girlfriends, I answered, “Sorry Mirreille can’t come to the phone, she has her mouth.