The sound of his voice snapped her back to reality, as she replied, ?no Sir?. You will beg me for that pleasure, do you understand ?slut?? he said. Y...s Sir, she said. She knew he was right. He would make her beg for it on this night. Oh god, she thought to herself, how he loves to make me squirm and beg. After all, she thought, after what he put her through, she ?had? already earned it. Hadn’t she? End part 1Part 2 - punishment continuesThe panic inside her had subsided for his lashes where. Make him clean out another faggot’s ass after you’ve fucked it.Take photos and/or videos of him servicing your cock.Finger your ass, then make him sniff and/or suck your stink finger.Blindfold him when you use him.Fuck him with a condom and make him drink the cum out of it.Make him drink the cum out of used condoms (e.g., at a party, at the bathhouse, at the park).Make him fuck another faggot, or get fucked by another faggot, while you watch.Make him and another faggot fuck themselves on a. ..Well, he put it best.Symbols are inefficient at transmitting information.This single sentence had juxtaposed a thousand different images of his kind, split telepathically from each other in the great divide, their once collective consciousness spread out across the hundreds of different reproducing entities, some lost, lonely, confused, and hurt.And some, so very, very angry.Tattoo showed me scenes, garbled from their frayed connection to each other. Ideas of what was waiting out in the. We left and found Irene and Stan standing outside smiling. Irene said, "We were listening. Throw them out at the Mall in their boxers? What's interesting is you say it in an utterly convincing voice."Stan guided us over to a desk with some chairs. We sat down. Stan said, "The rot seems to go pretty high and someone doesn't want to be found out. I am comforted to find there are some honest people in the federal government. We just have to keep up the pressure and the rats will panic. Irene is.