"You scared me to death!" I railed at him. "I thought you'd drowned or something!"His grin faded into a lazy, confident smile. "I told you I was a div...r and a SEAL. That means I can hold my breath a long, long time."The urge to grab something and throw it at him was almost irresistible. I only barely caught myself before I grabbed his thong. I snatched my hand back from its downward plunge and grimaced.Ty, the rat, laughed."I ought to sail right off and leave your naked ass floating out here in. Not that she didn?twant a strict master to keep her as a slave, but she felt morehumiliation being used by women. At night she would dream about her imaginarymaster putting her to the test with excessive use of pain and degradation andmasturbate repeatedly feeling the new welts and bruises that her clients lefther with. Once she was old enough she moved cross country to get away from afamily that didn?t care about her anyway and became a slave for public shows. Shealways shivered when she. "That's how promotions are made in the Fleet, and Weelock wouldn't have survived long after having lead us into your trap, anyway. Marfdan, having killed the failed Fleet Admiral, can now lead the surrender. That's why Weelock was stalling. He knew he had no way out, but nobody would have listened to him if he had ordered the surrender. He knew Marfdan had to act. Didn't you see his ears twitch when Marfdan charged his blaster? I'll give Weelock credit for that, at least. He knew he was about. It was still a little sore from all that rubbing. That night, I slept like I was completely sated, though I really didn't know what that was at the time. I slept so soundly that it would have taken a dynamite explosion's worth of good news to wake me, but I would have been instantly alert at the merest hint of bad tidings.The next day was taken up with some repairs to the barn, and, again, Becky was the one to help me. I never suspected a thing—I just enjoyed the company. A 14-year-old boy sure.