. that's how I feel about myself now." "What are you talking about?" In the Air Force, first I guarded H-bombs. Warheads. RV's. In Wyoming. I was read...ng Ghandi and A.J. Muste at the time, so I thought a lot about my place in all this. Then, around the time Martin Luther King got shot, I got sent to Viet-Nam." "I was loading napalm canisters on these prop planes. Yeah, we used prop planes in Viet-Nam. A-47 SkyRaiders. We called them Spads after World War1 fighter planes. It turns out that jets. I did and he walked around the room looking for the right instrument. He returnedwith two red leather cuffs which he buckled around my wrists then hooked togetherin front of me. Pulling lightly on my arm he helped me to my feet and raisedmy arms above my head. He walked me over to a chain dangling from the ceilingand clipped my wrists to it. My body was stretched and my breasts jutted forwardobscenely. He grabbed me and again began kissing me. His hands wondered betweenmy legs and I gratefully. Next to the tubethat he had put his dick in was another tube that went out to the openingof the vagina. The penis pouch was bound next to the vagina and a smallpiece of electronics on the topside of the vagina lead wires into thepenis pouch.An electronic G-Spot that transfers the pleasure to the man's dickperhaps.The other end of the vagina from its opening had two small plastic tubesthat ran up the inside of the front of the suit and disappeared into thebreast forms.Squeeze the tits and the. "I can escape," she insisted later that day, or was it the next? Because one day elides with another when there's no light or darkness, no sun by which to count out the hours.She sucked in her breath because I was rolling her teats between my fingers, squeezing them hard. "Don't think that I can't!" she yelped. "I don't have to endure this torture!" Oh yes? How? How will you escape?" There are ways out. There have to be. The soldiers carry corpses in here so there must be an entrance." There is.