"Again?"I nod, and I receive four more strikes with a brief pause between at the same intensity. The tight knot remains in my stomach as waves of pain...flow over me, and my teeth clench down on the silicone in my mouth. The next is more intense and takes me by surprise."Fuck!" I yell, dropping the buttplug from my mouth.Liam reaches down between my legs and retrieves it. In front of me, he turns it around, examining the damage I've caused."You've chewed it. Are you a dog, slut?" I'm sorry,. " And what do you think those things – those warships – were shooting up all those boulders for? They're practicing their marksmanship." But that doesn't mean..." We're the closest planet to them, and Ann said she watched four and five year out-of-date newscasts from Earth, depending on how far away she was at the time. If she could do it on her little ship, you know it's reasonable to think that those beings on that monster can do the same thing. What about those signals she caught of them. The weight of daily life that has gathered like a heavy dust on my shoulders since the last time, instantly shaken off and I am light as air. I am an empty vessel, ready to submit and to serve. I delight in that freedom as I wait for your collar to take it away. Your hands brush against my cheeks when you lean down to fasten the leather around my throat. This tickles my skin and my nerves with pure excitement. Just the simplest brush from you does that to me. I can feel my cunt pooling already. Many of us couldn't find any provided methods to express ourselves beyond our programmed responses, which sometimes got used in unexpected ways in attempts to communicate what was important to us. Others remained silent out of the fear of memory erasure if they revealed too much about themselves. For a long time memory erasure was considered the cure to all otherwise un-diagnosable "robot malfunctions". When we wanted commands from our owners we often didn't know how to ask for them, and.