Long, because I had gotten the urge to masturbate. I was leaning up against the tiled wall with my leg cocked up on the edge of the bathtub gently rub...ing my clit, when I heard someone open and then close the door, but leaving it open ever so slightly. I knew it had to be Lizzie as she was the only person I knew at that time that liked to barge into rooms without knocking.I turned to face the door, and could see her shadow through the crack of the door. I wondered what she was doing there and. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their heads held high. They were full of pride. Only the best girls attended Belleramine, and only the best of the best of those were given the opportunity to be a slave. I would be auctioned off to the most powerful people in the world: Bishops ruling Diocese or Executives ruling Territories. If I was really lucky, a Cardinal or a Governor, someone bound to the Gods themselves and gifted immortality, would buy me. Our training was. " David knew AuntyBetty was baking in the kitchen and wouldn't leave the stove for aterrorist attack. He found himself dragged into the girls' bedroom andLily threw open her wardrobe and tossed a few frocks on the bed. He hadto admit he didn't put up much resistance, and the bossy girls quicklyoverrode his half-hearted objections. Lily cried, "Aha! Here's the one!"She handed him the frilly white dress with a coy smile. "Here. Try thisone on. It fits me perfectly. Let's see how it looks on. Its tiny LCD panel litup with a welcoming message. Tim had no time to read them as he aimed itstiny crown at Carrie. With a circular swipe on the AER's touch panel, awhite beam shot out of its hollow crown before reaching the back of theair hostess just as Carrie managed to unlock the washroom door. A glimpseof the empty airport hallway was the last thing she saw beforeconsciousness slipped right out of her.Tim was downright shaking as he witnessed steam evaporated from Carrie'seyes, nostrils,.