Quiet now, slide out of seat, out of van. See her through van windows. Walking around van. Grab her, hold pad to face! She struggles. I?m stronger. ...No noise. Look around.Don?t see anyone. Push remote button. Door opens. Carrying her into van. Close door. Look around. Anyone? No! Cuff her! Right wrist, tight. Left wrist, tight. Turn, cuff her ankles, tight. Now her neck chain. Tightly but not too tight around her neck. Lock it.Now her waist. Straps only. Tight, very tight. No gag yet,. They were alone, still loyal.My experiment confirmed something I’d been wondering about. The lights representing people were identical for most purposes. The only way for me to find and affect particular individuals was to know their ... faces ... no ... their presence in the real world, or to know where their bodies were. I needed to know a stranger’s exact location to kill her. I observed the two familiar lights creeping closer until they were on the same narrow street as the inn, and then. The remote control I have here will make sure of that.' With that said he switched it on and immediately I felt the soft shocks on my cockring and on the plug - not too heavy, but enough to get me aroused, which of course caused plenty of trouble in the rigid prison my genitals were locked in. The shocks stopped after short time, just to come back in a different intensity shortly after. It seems he has some random programming on that device, random strength, random intervals ... he was right, I. "Sorry I yelled at you." Tracy said, her body language apologetic."What's wrong? What is that?" Brad asked, gesturing at the tapered plastic tool next to her on the bed. Tracy fingered the piece of plastic for a second before saying something unintelligible. Brad stepped closer, "What did you say?" It's a pregnancy test, okay?" she bit out, her face twisted into anger, which immediately fell to distress. Realization came over Brad."Tracy, you're pregnant?"She nodded, her eyes on her.