.."Slave Linda".....?", Mistress Hilda asked. The answer was eyeblinking again. It was the best she could do. Mistress Hilda smiled andwalked around b...hind Linda. The next thing Linda heard ....Slave Linda....was a whirring sound followed by the tips of the "Pussy Whip"striking her pussy, her asshole, her asscheeks and her underbellyand thighs as it whipped around in it's vicious circle.As Linda stood up against the wall next to the music machine, hereyears later, she remembered how Mistress. The next morning, I prepared differently. I always had a game day routine, but there was something different today. My focus was more on making sure I looked and smelled as good as possible. Maybe I would see her before the game. Regardless, I was expecting her, she wasn't expecting me, and that was my advantage. A couple of hours before the game, I made my way to the elevator, and rode down to the first floor.I was Mr. Cool, today. My confidence had dropped from my reign in high school, but. Once back at their home, everyone piled out, with Reg bringing up the rear. Sidra stayed close to Erika as they walked from the car to the tall building. Inside, Erika took Sidra on a tour of the building, holding her hand all the time. Frances went to organise a shower for Sidra, making sure there were a couple of large thick fluffy towels, and that the shower cubicle had all the showering essentials to hand. She had decided that Erika should shower with Sidra, partly to ensure the girl used. Of the two issues, the issue of the Slavers was more important to us today. Yes, the Confederacy wanted to know now too. After all they had millions, billions even, of potential Slavers out there to deal with if somebody learned the secret. After the disaster of the Box nobody wanted a repeat of Murphy’s Law, “If it can go wrong it will, if it can’t possibly go wrong it will anyway”.Bottom line was we needed to question some Inoway about how a Slaver could be made. I did have a hunch, a wild.