I am still restrained. And I don’t have any clothes on. With an effort, I calm my racing breath. In the quiet, I become aware of my thundering heart... I try to think back to how I got here, but my mind feels fogged. Drugs, I think, but I don’t know where the thought came from. I become aware of the presence of objects attached to me. One is behind my balls, another on my back, and a third and fourth on my thighs. I can’t see them to examine them, nor move to feel them. I puzzle over the presence. ." This was an interesting thought.Pam startled me, then, by putting a fork with a piece of sausage in front of my mouth and directing me with "Open wide..." It was easy to humor her as she decided to feed me while I looked at the diagram. I thought about this as I chewed the third fork-full.Holding up my hand to forestall Pam's next forking of food to me, I said "We would have to get production way up to do that. How do we do that?" Hon" Holly jumped in, "The replicators you are managing are a. "I'm required by law to spell out all your options," he sighed. "I can refer you to another doctor for an abortion, if you like." No!" Her answer was instant and very firm."Then I can set you up for regular prenatal care and counseling. If you like I can refer you to an adoption agency too. There are several who work with the university on a non profit basis." Prenatal care is all I'll be needing," she said tightly. Her mind was whirling and it wouldn't be until much, much later that she. “I believe it’s time that we start decorating this slut,” he says, as applause and approval ring out among the crowd.I shiver with such anticipation. I feel the soothing roughness of ropes being dragged across my skin. My master is a talented rigger, creating spectacular designs. He starts just below my breasts as he manipulates the rope into a harness. I hear the murmurs of the voices beating against the fog of my mind. But my master sweeps them away with his touch. My pussy spasms as I feel.