I then recorded a message about two minutes long telling people who might be listening that there were survivors here and that other survivors were we...come to make contact. I listed my cellphone number as a way to reach us. I did not tell where exactly we were located. I wanted to meet first and then decide. I had five minutes left before the top of the hour so I waited. It played twice with a commercial in between. That would work. My phone rang.It was my wife. She had heard the message and. Gibson said as he straitened up in his chair. I lifted my feet up off the floor, so they were not visible from the door. "Hello Sir, I am James." I heard a voice say accompanied by footsteps getting closer. "I did not see your assistant out there, but I did notice that I was on the schedule and I did not want to take a chance of being late." He said very confidently. "Where is that assistant of mine? I fear I may be paying her too much." He said with a bit of a chuckle in his voice. "Well what. He had forced her before, making her take the head of his cock in her anus until her rectum grasped onto it, the muscle clenching on it, attempting to force out the intruder. She hated him when he did that to her, knowing it brought no pleasure to her, only pain and the degradation of the act of sodomy. He loved the way she screamed in pain, the sounds spurring him on. He had only buried the head in her asshole, the burning as her anus was stretched to unbelievable proportions, the pain as her. Take them away Corporal. Punishment to commence immediately and all personnel to witness it!" I'd no idea there was a cage here. We had one where I was stationed in the War." said Francesca, chatting to the Corporal as they made their familiar way over to the triangles."It's high up, way out of sight. Bags of room for two! Should be great fun for you two dykes! Food's pretty dire, mind you, and it gets bloody cold up there! But I think they'll get a couple of separate tiny cages for you in a.