The big soldier who took me first was there with a pistol in hand. He smiled a broad, putrid smile, clapped the boy on the shoulder, and made some lee...ing remark. The soldier raised the pistol, pointing it to my face. I sat there motionless, staring into my executioner’s eyes, feeling an unreal detachment and merely curious as to why I wasn’t screaming, or begging for my life. But the boy tugged at the soldier’s coat, and said something while grabbing at his own crotch. There was a forced tone. ”The outburst I expected never came. “Okay,” he muttered, looking away as though distracted.I stared. “Alistair?” I got up and moved into his line of sight, settling myself on the edge of the bed at his side. He tried to shift away, but I reached out and touched his shoulder softly. “You haven’t massaged that scar today – what if I help you?” I reached for the edge of the tunic he wore over the bandages wrapped around his torso.He pushed my hands away roughly, crossing his arms over his. It was going to be a long night. Ian reached over to the tray and picked up the smallest of the syringes and injected his balls with the solution. They immediately filled again until they ached. ‘You’re just too sexy, Dinah. I need you again …’ Dinah felt him shift on the bed and tried to protest. She was sore and tired and her arms ached. ‘Please, Ian .. not again …’ ‘Shhhhhhh, little girl. This won’t take long ..’ Since Dinah was so wet from all the cum earlier, Ian had no trouble slipping. “Well?” he asked, “how was your night?” “A fuck lot worse than I ever imagined” she said. He nodded in agreement. The rules. There were others. Several others actually. And one of them was on both their minds at the moment. It read “anything worn home after your evening away, that you didn’t bring with you, is to be removed by your spouse in full view of the bedroom cameras within the first 30 minutes or arrival.” When they first read that one, it didn’t seem like an issue. Of course both were.