“Help,” Alene called, her voice raspy. She looked around the car, she was alone, held in place by her seatbelt. “Please, someone help me!” she...cried, smoke started filling the car and Alene coughed hard. Alene clicked the seat belt release button, it clicked but nothing happened, she was stuck. She couldn’t stop it, she kept coughing as her lungs screamed for clean air. She looked deep into herself, fighting the involuntary cough, she opened her mouth to call for help again but nothing came. You don't believe that is possible -as it is, nearly every woman in thecompany has particiapted in humiliating you - what more can they do? Soyou refuse.The next morning there is a knock on your office door. You open thedoor, and there is a stampede of women rushing into your office. Howmany are there? Fifty? Seventy-five? You have no idea. You have nochance of resisting so many woman, as they quickly remove all yourclothing. You are now completely naked among who knows how many. He told me to hear him out. Suicide was not on his agenda.He would take his boat out to sea, and pulling the dory behind it, wouldgo out about 10 miles. He would strip off his clothes, leave them in theboat with a life-preserver, and then disappear. It would look like hefell overboard and drowned, but in reality he would take the dory back toshore, and come home and hide. He would need to create a new identityfor himself, but he would be alive and we would be secure financially. Itold. You suck pretty good for a faggot white boy. But you just getting started, you know?" Oh, I know. I have no place to be - so I'm here until you can't get it up any more. If that's okay, of course." Well, we'll see about that."We moved further into the apartment. There was a big screen TV on the wall, and facing it was a couch and two easy chairs."Where are you most comfortable, Duane? And have you got any pillows for my knees? That way I'm not in a rush to get this over with because I'm in.