It was lunchtime before they’d had enough, when the rapists went in and made lunch. They gave us some at least.“You’re going to need your energy...” Setright jeered at us, “one of you especially.”It turned out they fancied a game in the woods for the afternoon’s fun. It was hard to believe they hadn’t had enough sex. Dugeon I supposed was in it for the humiliation, and the men must be taking a lot of Viagra, I could only assume.Since it couldn’t be a chasing game, with the girl able to run away,. All of a sudden no one wanted me to manage anything." He shook his head then looked up His green eyes staring into her dark ones. "It really doesn't matter now. I'm part of a good team at Dianx, and I'm still a damn good programmer. I've moved on." He sat up straight trying to think of a way to bring a lighter tone back to the conversation. "About the only time it bothers me is when I'm trying to impress a pretty girl." So you want to impress me? Let's try a different subject." Amanda said. " Just like that," said Ben, "and I have to 'accept' that the Confederacy is a good thing." Really, yes," said Steven, "anything else will destroy your life and, if you do anything really stupid, you'll end up dead." Dead!" gasped Ben wide-eyed."Dead," agreed Steven nodding. "The laws are such that any attack against the Confederacy, its people or facilities is considered a capital crime." So you're really just here to warn me off?" snarled Ben, his temper rising again.Steven glanced at Heather. "Every hour you stay in bondage is worth ¼ carat on the diamond onyour engagement ring." Darla's eye grew wide. "In that position?" she asked. "Yes. That one…or maybe a little worse." "So….if I spend 4 hours in bondage I get a one carat ring? "Yes. If you can last 4 hours." He responded. "I hope you do…or longer.It's all up to you Honey….….I've got plenty of money." ------------------------------------------------------ Darla bit down on the huge foam plug in her mouth, and snorted noisily.