Armand pulled the woman from the sack gently. His upbringing on Earthhad not prepared him for the way Gorean men regularly treated women,well women of...a certain type, he thought grimly. Slaves.The woman before him was not a slave, exactly. She had not been putthrough the ritual of being made a slave. She was a captive, not quitea slave, but it was only a matter of time before her status wouldchange from one to the other. When that happened, it was irrevocable.Slaves, female slaves, were never. It fills up but I don't swallow, I can't swallow until I'm told to. I feel a string get tied around my cage and balls. My ear plug is removed, "You can only swallow if this string is pulled, like this." He pulls the string and I swallow his delicious pee, "Good girl. Now don't leave a mess" I nod, I know what he means. If I cum I have to clean it up but I can't when bound like this, so I can't cum. He knows how much I'll want to but I must be a good girl for him. I am left, riding the dildo,. I got up from the bed with her still impaled on me. She weighed practically nothing and I made a dash for her closet. I closed the door just as her mother walked in the room. “Amy? Hmm I guess she’s not here.” her mother said. I was standing in the closet with her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me trying to not make a sound. When we thought her mom was out of the room she whispered in my ear. “I love your big cock, but we had to find a way to get it out” I knew she was right and there was. I have to write letters to their families." A pause. "One had been with me since Stalingrad so we were very close." Oh, my poor darling. I'm so sorry. You're too good to have to suffer that." She was thinking what a wonderful person he was, how full of depths, how helpful and caring, but then the memory of the rapes rose in her mind, and the contrast so surprised her that she exclaimed, "But how is it that you can ra... ," and it was too late to disguise her meaning.He gripped her wrists.