With super patience, I turn the door knob slowly. It is unlocked. Moving at a speed faster than the human eye can see, I push the door open and dash i...to the room beyond. I feel a tingling as I go through the door, but there is no time to consider it. Scanning quickly, I see there is nothing there, just an outer office. Behind me, the door closes. There is a click, and then the sound of a bolt shooting home. Well, a locked door is small concern to my super strength. More importantly, someone. We drove around to the very back. Where no one looked to have been in years. She made me grab a bag from the trunk and meet her at the last door. Furthest room away from anyone. I already felt so alone. As we entered the room I was ordered to empty the bag on the bed. And inside I found a fat 12in dildo with harness. A large, but manageable for me, butt plug. An enema bag, two small rather painless whips, small amount of makeup and 4 condoms. Once the bag was empty she gave me an old cell phone. I could do without the drama and distraction. About six weeks later, they were out for the evening at a school function and Carl’s alarm clock went off by his bed. As I entered his room to silence it, I discovered a used condom near some books under his bed. Here we go again, I thought. I picked it up the condom, which contained a sizable volume of cum inside. “My God,” I exclaimed. “For a seventeen year old, this kid produces a significant amount of jizz!” As suspected, I knew he was now. Official Mission Log, Lt. Commander Laura Davies, April 12, 2074: Johnson is now as bad as the other male crew. He physically assaulted Dr. Chen, stroking her backside as she examined him. When I told him I would need to write him up, he told me I could discipline him “all I wanted” after he “fucked me raw.” I have all but lost control of the crew and I worry for the safety of myself and the other female members of the crew, who at present appear unaffected. Personal Log, Dr. Rebecca Chen,.