"Of course, that made it much more difficult for him to concentrate. Notonly that, but so did his raging need to cum. She kept him at the veryedge of ...purting out his cum during these training sessions. Even atother times, alone or when she was putting on an exhibition of him, hehad to cum very quickly when given the "shoot" command."Walk, pussy-slave." A slash of the thin, whippy cane on his buttockswas the order to begin. "Walk" was the basic movement he made. He beganslowly, placing each. He looked at the television, trying to decide if he wanted to turn it on momentarily. Mentally he was beaten to a pulp, his mind having absorbed a day's worth of strange experiences and broadcast government propaganda. Likely that was all that the television contained, and likely that was all that the computer contained, plus a bit of anti-establishment counterpoint.He settled instead for lighting a fire in the fireplace. The fireplace was small compared to the one in the main area of the. Her closeness filled his nostrils with clean scent of her hair. Finished, he grabbed his back pack and took a shower. Tim noticed in the trash can her old Diaphragm knowing he might could have her again. He came out in a T-shirt and boxers. She sat on one bed, he on the other. They talked, joked and laughed. He took advantage of her every movement attempting to view her body. Lora finally said, “you're going to do it, aren't you”? He played dumb saying, “what”? She replied, “fuck me? It's been. . and with the TV blaring?" Hey, you with the red hair!" A voice suddenly said."Huh?" Washu started. Turning around."I don't know why you are here, but maybe you can help me out?!" Washu took a moment to visibly blush, realizing it was a character on TV. A kind of animated anthropomorphised butterfly, with a shock of equally impossible red hair."Boy, I wish I still had all my legs!" The butterfly which Washu seemed to recall was named Beatrice, (LIKE SHE CARED!) was sighing."Then I could learn.