Mark looked at me for a second before taking me gently by the upper arms and pushing me back against the tree. "It's very beautiful now that you are h...re," he said, reaching up to stroke my cheek. As he stroked my cheek soft and gentle, I felt my panties getting wet. My legs trembled and I gripped the trunk of the tree to keep from falling. I closed my eyes and a soft, almost imperceptible moan escaped. Then suddenly, I felt his lips softly brushing across mine. I threw my arms around his neck. So Stacey had accepted the invitation.It all started out friendly and innocent enough. There were about ten photographers that night as she recalled, a couple of them were women, which immediately put her at ease. They asked her to pose in various positions, none of which could be described as sexual, and she did indeed remain fully clothed.They were a really friendly bunch, very courteous and respectable. They made her feel special under the gaze of so many cameras and she thoroughly enjoyed. "Oww," the last blow had missed the table and hit my leg. "Oh, I am so very sorry," she replied, "don't mind me, I am just being silly." "No problem." "I could burn them but this is a non-smoking carriage," she started to laugh, hugging me closer. "Fifty quid fine either way," I pointed out. "Know what I would like to do right now?" This seemed most likely to involve sharp objects and stabbing but I didn't want to break the mood so I just shook my head. "Fuck." I had no doubt. Perfectly applied corporal means such as caning, non damaging electric shock application, and other such physical methods were to be used...as well as special psycological techniques and drugs to maintain the prisoner in the correct mode of attitude change at all times.I also insisted on the use of a special, and very rare drug, that has the effect of scrambling the speech center when ingested, and therefore the female prisoners are not able to speak, even when greatly agitated. This drug.