We don't know her name (or the names of any of the others for that matter), but even with that hood over her head, we always knew it was her. I'd seen...that body more times than I could remember offhand. Maybe thirty times ? maybe more ? who knows? ? often enough that I recognized the body even though I'd never seen the face or knew the name that went with it. Jerry and I called her ?The Bunny? because she was so tough; she kept going, and going, just like the fuzzy little battery-powered toy in. He licked his own lipsenjoying the ?caress? on her tits, and suddenly began slapping her there withincreasingly force. Soon they were red from the slapping and the bondage. ?I want this bitch shaved know! Hecommanded. Gertrud obeyed instantly, and took her to the toilet pulling thecrying teenager from her hair. She shaved the teenager completely; her cunt wasshinning like a diamond. The crying teenager was dragged back to the ?stage?,and ordered to wait on her knees. CHAPTER 3 ?How do you want. "She stares in my eyes again.She speaks slowly."I HAVE to do this."I'm assuming she's telling herself this more than me. God knows I'm convinced.She's arguing with years of sexual repression. Years of hearing how ladies are supposed to act. Years of being told how women are not supposed to act like men."I need you hard. I need your dick - your hard cock."Yup — I think she won her inner argument.She moves her hands further up my thighs to my belly - just above the area where she was previously. 'I often get drenched through when subjects climb out of the tank. Much easier to simply change my tunic, than all my underwear, as well.' She had followed the direction of my eyes, and wanted to reassure me there was nothing unseemly about her dress, or lack of it. I guessed it was often necessary, being a nurse and a lesbian, to show that she kept a professional distance between the two.The thought surprised me. How long had I known she was a lesbian? I certainly hadn't consciously noticed it.