But once inside, I knew I made the right choice.I felt myself relaxing and boy did it ever feel wonderful. Holding the end of it with my one hand, I g...ab the other, shift my feet, reach under myself and find my cunt hole. Oh, fuck the feeling of it going in, the feeling of being stretched far beyond what it has ever been opened in the past. Candles, cucumbers, bananas, every thing in the past I had ever used, nothing ever opened me like these bottles do. Right on the edge of pain yet full of. "Now I see you". Zax thought. He did not simply "saw" them as the words implied. His utilization of the soul was two levels higher than Masela's best and Clergyman's current outer mind. As Zax saw them they were no better than hyperactive snails, which were still snails."Ninety nine tile, forty two tile, seventh tile, eleventh tile, tenth tile..." Wherever Masela and Clergyman stepped, Zax outer mind already was there. The ring had one hundred tiles and by reading their smallest gestures Zax. The story never quite came out and called the Defenders a con job, but there was plenty of innuendo that sounded like it.Heather saw red all over the place. Right at the moment, if she'd had the AK-47 that that girl had taken to the Halloween Party, she could have cleaned out the Record-Herald office single-handedly. They could hate her all they wanted, but questioning the Defenders was something else.Madder than hell, she stormed out of the apartment, without even grabbing her coat, still. Hiss piss filled her mouth as he aimed straight for her face. "That's a good girl. Is my girl enjoying being used as her Master's toilet?" She nodded as she felt His warm piss running all over her naked body. She had been reduced to nothing... to nothing but an object, a piece of property with no value other than the one He gave her by using her. She was not her own person anymore, she was completely His. No thoughts, no pride, no spark of inner resistance, not even any of those ironic thoughts.