I feel my ankles being forced apart once again, and secured spread-eagle on the far side of this strange and chill instrument of my undoing. Once more...I am humiliated… exposed as my posterior region is laid open before your gaze. The blood rushes to my head, and I strain my neck upward to clear my thoughts…free myself from the pounding between my ears. Where are You…my Master? What is to be my fate in this most uncomfortable of postures? What do you… OH! I cry out as you penetrate me brutally. " She leaned in and kissed Daisy on the mouth, lips closed. "But not smart enough."Daisy felt her body go limp, the fight drained out of her, along with any hope of escape.==="Hold her!" Kira barked at the guards.Daisy twisted against the straps with all her strength, the guards pressed her shoulders harder and finally managed to pin her to the back of the chair. "Do it!" one of them said.Kira rushed forward and plunged the four-inch needles deep into Daisy's breasts. Daisy screamed but stopped. I reached down and around her waist into her shorts until I felt the top of her puss, she turned and faced me desperately needing cock she grabbed my hand and led me through a doorway and into a tiny bathroom, shutting the door behind us she ripped my clothes off me while I strip her of hers, she was so small I just threw her around where I wanted her , I picked her up and sat her on the sink as I shoved my cock into her soaking wet pussy, moaning and wimpering as I slowly slammed my cock into. We did everything together. The guys flew together, training and honing our combat skills, and itching to use them for real. We were a bunch of young, hard charging, aggressive, studs with egos so big that we each thought we were the best damn fighter pilot in the world. You had to be that way in our business. We had a saying: In the fighter business winning is the only thing; second place is dead. If you didn't believe in your self and have supreme confidence in your ability to win a fight to.