Little by little, word by word, Beatrice surrendered to the change, accepting, welcoming, needing. Her voice hypnotic, her breathing soft, her heart r...te slow, rhythmic, setting the cadence of her monologue. As the last word echoed in her mind, she reached out to lift the collar from the box, reverent in her every move, the perfect acolyte. As the wide leather closed around her neck, the lock clicked shut to complete the transformation, Beatrice was no more, the naked collared slave who. McDonald wanted to look at her daughter, but couldn't. She wanted to beg Anita to stop, but couldn't. Anita stopped twisting the poor woman's nipples and Karen's face showed her relief. Anita then walked over to Mrs. McDonald,"Your daughter has nice British nipples. I was testing them, to see if they were soft or rubbery. We Greek women have stony nipples but you North European women, on the other hand, do not." Anita then twisted Mrs. McDonald's nipples. And it was Mrs. McDonald's turn to now. There was my wife of 25 years bent over the counter, moaning like a whore, as a man we barely knew pumped into her from behind. Their bathing suits lay in a heap at their feet. The man's back was to me, slightly bent. Hands gripping my wife's hips. His dark tan lines highlighted the whiteness of his ass as his buttock's muscles tightened and flexed with each forward thrust. His balls swung obscenely back and forth as he slid his cock in an out of her. They were oblivious to my presence. In the. Did Zinda know something she wasn'tsaying? She sure was giving her a lot of extra attention.Wait, he said Western Weyr. There wasn't a Queen there, just the dragonriders who manned the huge Telescope watching the night skies for danger.Were there truly enough dragons there to form an independent Weyr?'Yes, there are many strong, young dragons there. Though none so fine asTorrith,' Gayleth thought to her new rider.She saw Zinda's startled expression, then the sly smile. The Weyr Womanhad caught.