At her insistence, we huddled together in a corner of the dirt-floored, stone-walled space. “I’m not sure what they’ve done to the girl,” she ...aid. “I haven’t seen her for several days.”“I just saw her,” I said quietly, my arm about her slim shoulders. “She seems all right; she was working, gathering eggs.”“They want me, want us, to serve them, to whore for them, do their will, the officers I mean.”I nodded.“Both of us,” she said biting her lip. “I refused so they are trying to starve me into. Then we filled it with a liquid that hardens after about half an hour.It's as hard as steel by now, so it can only be removed by majorsurgery. That reduced the holding capacity by three quarts. Then weworked on your bladder muscle. We stretched it as much as possible, butwe didn't destroy it completely," she explained."What... what does that mean?" I sobbed."It means that you have the bladder control of a two year old girl!" shegiggled.Crap, crap, crap! She couldn't do this!"But... but... why?". . and she wanted us to watch it... us being yours truly, Carrie and her stalwart son Jamie... now sweet Nancy arranged for us to see not only the tape of the game, but the very one you're watching right now!"On the screen, Carrie's wide open pussy exploded and seeped hotly trickling orgasmic fluids down the nakedly straining crevice of her open buttocks, while the deeply plunging rod continued to plunder liquidly into the tender flesh above.In spite of himself, Jamie felt an odd tingling in his. They got home right at five p.m. They both put on casual clothes, and then headed towards the core. Nancy had brought several sets of clothing to Dave and Alice’s house from her apartment over the weekend.A circle of new friends had already gathered in the core: Aaron, Shelby, Mike, Clarisse, Kat, Owen, Holly, Heather, and Matthew. There was a comfortable round of hugs and kisses from each of folks with the new arrivals. Matthew came and sat in David’s lap and told him about his day care.