"_Take him to the indoctrination chair", Ruby said.Clark was raised and taken into another room. There, he could seenothing but more pink rubber walls... and a sort of gynecological chairin the center. The men pinned him down on it and locked his legs andarms as well as his torso and head to the chair. They inserted a pinkdildo gag into his mouth and strapped it secure in place. They walkedaway as ruby walked in. She approached a console beside the chair, andpressed a button... a butt-plug. Everything we'd been taught, everything we'd come to believe in, and everything I'd built my life around was turning out to be a lie! So to say that I was upset wouldn't quite cover it. Saying I was fucking furious might be a little closer."Are you quite finished?" Dad's calm and gentle voice told me that I was way over the line. He never spoke like that unless he was microseconds from exploding in anger. And you know what? I really didn't give a shit!"Calm down, Steve, and let us explain how. The lighting was already in place. It looked pretty professional and I started to relax, feeling more comfortable with the situation.The man who greeted me at the door came through followed by a photographer. He explained he wanted to get some topless shots of me in various poses. It all seemed pretty straightforward and before I knew it I was laid out on the sofa, my boobs on display as the photographer merrily clicked away. The first guy directed me, having my play with my nipples,. We must've looked like a couple of lezbos going at it. When the song ended and she raised up on me and straddled my legs now facing me she bent forward and whispered in my ear "Fill my pussy up with your little girl load." She said the truth of the matter was I still occasionally got erections and from time to time if I got excited enough I would still shoot small loads of milky cum, smaller amounts but semen and sperm nonetheless. After about two minutes of the next song my orgasm began to.