The elevator slid open and out came nine somewhat pissed-off human beings. Rick Cheney, the three sets of twins and the two leftenants we picked up i... Sri Lanka. They were all armed. They all had deadly intent.“Everyone calm down,” I commanded in my most persuasive control voice. Even under the control of the sentient nanobots, the human beings responded to the tone and timber of my voice. They didn’t lower their weapons completely, but no one was in immediate danger of being shot. . Everyone examined it critically and then Amy stepped over and pulled it down a little further until it came to about mid-thigh. I was a little nervous when Sandra approached with a pair of scissors, but she stepped behind me and cut off the back of the fabric at the same length as the front. I don’t think anyone noticed that the whole time she was supposedly cutting the fabric, she had one hand squeezing my bare ass.Two strips were cut from the scrap and Allison grabbed one to tie the sheet in. The lights were low, the tables were candlelit and even the murmured conversations of the patrons emanated comfort and privilege. I spotted her across the room and she gave me a wave from a spangled arm. She sat at a table for two in a little niche in a stone wall towards the back. She had on a black body dress, blue eye-shadow, golden hoop earrings and pumps that screamed “Fuck me”. Her full black hair fell to the other side of her exposed shoulder, pale and luminous in the candlelight. I. “Choose between 1 and 5, pet” I say. “Three Sir” she finally utters. “Very good, pet” I say. I yank her limbs harshly and attach her to the spreader bars, as soon as her legs are pulled apart the juice runs fast down, coating her inner thighs. What a slut I think to myself. Her sex is now exposed and her want has caused her lips to open enticingly. I touch her lower stomach and thighs scratching gently but not touching the one place she craves it. Her body jerks and flinches and I hear her.