"I shut the door. Looking the mirror, my shaved body, holding my newclothes, wondering how this happened to me. I help up the dress; a shortone-piec... summer print. I shook it to straighten the folds, and hung itcarefully on the door hook. Then I held up the panties and bra. Icouldn't believe it; 'Who was that guy?' I wondered, 'And how did he pullthis off?' Nothing else to do, I slipped on the panties. They felttremendously good sliding up my smooth legs. I got chills, and stoodthere a. . sorry… I’m here because I spoke rudely to you…?”“That’s right, see? You can be a good pet.”Without further warning he brought his hand down on her arse again, repeating what he was doing earlier another 30 or so times. She still struggled after every slap but didn’t utter a word apart from the pained yelps. He hooked his fingers in the black silk short and pulled them down. Revealing her quickly reddening arse beneath and he cleanly shaven cunt.“Looks like I judged you right pet, you can call. I'm afraid if we had explosive ordinance there we'd just be turning our tanks into roman candles.The drones do work though, its just that most of the time their range is too short to make them all that effective. The skywatchers are a threat when they are miles away and can see things. Up close they are just an inconvenient speed bump for a tank. What we really need is a better way to deal with some of the sonic and vibro weapons the Sa'arm use. They are definitely modified mining instruments,. I then pulled the skirt back so that she crouched there, her pantied ass on view to all. And what a perfect ass it was, the cheeks so round and spankable under the thin silk panties."Now then, bitch," I said, "Crawl on your knees across the room to that woman over there." I pointed towards a slim attractive brunette wearing atight-fitting black cocktail dress across the other side of the room, watching intently, holding a glass of red wine.The room was quiet, everyone wondering whether Claire.