R.I was called for interview the following Tuesday. I figured I had carried more than my share during the call-out, so, this time, I made sure I wasn'... on duty the night before. Jean gave me a peck on the cheek and wished me good luck as she left for work. I tidied the breakfast things, got ready for the interview and left the flat.I went through a pretty severe grilling. In particular they wanted to know which division I thought I was best suited to. Trouble was, I didn't really know enough to. Again.Saturday afternoon came and after tea Andy came to the bathroom, as I showered, washing my back, having a crafty feel of my body and generally getting me ready to go to my master.I dressed, nothing special jeans, knee high boots which Andy helped me into and a shirt style top that made my 32b breast stand out a little. Ready to leave, I turned to Andy and sent him to fetch his cage, “out with it”, I saidHe undid his fly and I took his tool in hand, I am nowadays quite good at fitting the. The sound of musicon the wind suddenly caught my attention. Skirting the edge of the woods,I swiftly approached the partygoers.Sitting under one of the few streetlights stood a parked BMW. The song'Bullet In The Head' by 'Rage Against the Machine' filled the air as threepeople stood outside dancing to the tune.Two of the dancers were obviously young men, maybe college students. Thethird however was definitely a woman dressed in a very revealing greendress. Her long white hair seemed seemly. The black shapes were almost like wraiths, and despite the fact that my slight frame belied my growing strength (I was, after all, an apprentice blacksmith), I was no match for them. Only when they flung me, my feet and hands bound, over the back of a horse at the edge of the great forest, did I suspect why they were taking me.I heard one of them chuckle derisively, “the Countess will be pleased. No way this one’s ever lain with a woman.”A moment later, they pressed a foul-smelling rag against.