It had been made to look like an asteroid, like their long abandoned, failed, first attempt to create a base station – the now defunct Phobos Projec.... Construction had almost been completed when an actual asteroid had struck the project, caving in one entire side of the station and causing the loss of over a hundred lives as its internal atmosphere vented into empty space.'We're on our way to Earth!' Béla thought to Beth, excitedly.She watched the spiraling entrance slowly, slowly open,. Weren't those her soft curls that tickled her skin through the flimsy leather? Wasn't that her head moving up towards her crotch? Oh, God... how divine this was... She still felt the subsiding tremors of release slither down her limbs. Her eyes toured the grand oval of the table. Her skin seemed glued with sweat to the flimsy leather covering it. She glowed like a candle.The girls and boys down there must by now be mostly finished with their exquisite service. Many a guest slumped slightly in. Less than five hundred I seem to remember. The rest are based in Poole and elsewhere. What’s left of them.”“The Paras? asked Thorn.“1st Battalion are in South Wales, 2nd battalion in Essex, 3rd and 4th have recently been disbanded. The territorial battalions have also been disbanded.”“Hmm,” said Thorn softly, thoughtfully. “Maybe you went a touch too fast there. Ease back a little. Just until the Safety Patrol is fully up to strength.”Danny Evans just nodded, hiding his irritation at the. He hadkept her up late last night fucking her, and the uncomfortable hog tie he lefther tied in had made it difficult for her to sleep. Her hands had been tied upbehind her back, with her feet pulled painfully up behind her, so that theyalmost touched her head, which was arched painfully back by her long blondhair. Her hair was anchored tightly to her ankles. It was tied so tight shefelt as if it were going to be ripped from her scalp. Between the painfulstretching of her muscles and the pain.