She has been with us for nearly five years and knows how to please us but today will be new for her, she smiles as I hand her a collar to affix around...her neck with a leash leading her around the stage stopping in the middle with hands on her head. Long deep breathes with eyes straight I instruct removal of everything below the waist and without a thought they become a pile nearby, crop in hand tapping her legs apart progressively harder until a squeak with each strike and reddening of her. If this continued, Olivia would wind up as someone's sex slave or worse. Her parents were right to worry. Marilyn held the girl's face up by her chin with just one finger. Olivia was a submissive. She wasn't going to fight her. Slowly, Marilyn got off the desk and slid down on her back, legs spread open, until she was at eye level with Olivia. Olivia's vivid green eyes fought to look down at Marilyn's crotch, now spread eagle, but her faced remained perched on the doctor's finger. Olivia was in. Pushing him away, Rachel said, “Please stop, I can’t. I’ve got to get back to work. Tonight, sweetheart. Tonight. I promise.”Disappointed and frustrated, Ron looked around, noticing a possible solution to what he knew was their mutual problem. After all, he had known Rachel some seven years now and knew her voracious sexual appetite matched his and that she was just as wanting, just as needing as he was at this moment. In the corners of the plaza, he espied tall hedges, probably eight feet. In my mind I felt ‘danger’. I glanced up just as it fired. ‘Shield’. My shield went up just in time to deflect the beam blast. At the same time the machine raised its other arm, a kinetic weapon.It rattled off numerous rounds at me. My shield was up melting each projectile as soon as they struck it. My sorrow transformed into pure rage, rage at a level I never experienced before. I directed my rage at my remaining foe. I raised my arm, nanites poured from my arm, swarming around the war.