The wry smiles and sneering jibes acknowledged by the bound women, and the acceptance of their fate, had some of them sweetly aroused at the darkly er...tic spectacle they’d provide; the sadism they’d shown masculinity, haunted them in exquisite fashion as Zeeta’s stock of masculine slaves ogled the bulges of feminine flesh made prominent by the tight bondage, the sight of masculinity erect in sexual enjoyment at witnessing what the women so thoroughly deserved, having some poke their nipples. I was using full metal jacketed bullets, hand loaded to just under 800 feet per second. The bullet doesn't kill immediately. It might be possible to do a frontal lobotomy with one, if the bullet didn't rattle around. Alas, they do ... rattle around. The recipient can actually answer questions ... two or three ... before demise. The Soviet KGB loved the cartridge."Who sent you?" I asked, while going through his pockets. He had an extraordinary amount of Motherscript."No one," he said."You're not. “What do you want?” I asked again, this time she answered;“I want you, master.” I sighed, went to the bedroom, got on my back on my bed, and yelled at her in the other room.“Now come you witless bitch, come to the sleeping room and undress!” I was right, her body made up for many things. Just the sight of her young, unused body with this perky tits made his mouth water and my dick grow hard, but he lusted for more than that.“Please me!” I commanded.“How?” she said, in an inanimate, monotone. It's good to take things slowly at first. Hey, you want to play catch or something? We didn't get to our normal Saturday routine." Sure, let me get the football."We went outside to do our bonding. This has been something that we have enjoyed for quite a while. Playing catch. It started back when he was playing Little League Baseball and we still do it today.4 o'clock was the Bills game on the tube, so we spent the next few hours in front of that. As usual, the Bills found a way to lose the game.