‘It’s wrong.’ Is it? The voice in her mind mocked her. Touch Her power and then tell me that again. The creature’s hand pressed to Calla’s h...art and Calla was overwhelmed by the power and majesty of Her. Doubts were snuffed out as she basked in it. Resistance faded wallowing in Her perfection. Her power had the same lack of limitation as her knowledge. She saw just a hint of Her face. It teased her in the same way her captor had, but she was so beautiful Calla wanted to cry at the promise of. I noticed a pad on the door handle so I assumed that only the right person could open their locker.I said, “Joulnar this is your locker, go ahead open it.” He grabbed the handle and turned and sure enough there was a rifle and a bow and a mail suit, along with a full quiver and a box of ammunition. I also noticed a TAC radio set on the shelf too. It was the throat mike model. I would have to teach them how to use it.I pointed out each locker and they all seemed surprised but the contents. Each. Turning my hand at the wrist within her produces a symphony of sounds from her and I try not to get her off too quickly. She was certainly no longer distracted and the fears had fled as well. I left us connected like that for as long as I thought she could take it – cracking the shell she lives in every time I pushed myself into her. When I allowed it to end she was loud enough to wake our short-term neighbors in their adjoining rooms. The pressure of the contractions to my hand was. “I need some money!” She practically screamed, and ran in front of me, blocking my view. “No!” I said, trying to look around her at the TV screen, “move!”“c’mon Gene! Just $25! Or I’ll tell mom you skipped school!”“So what, Tell her!.. Now Move!”“Please Gene!.. I’ll suck your dick!”“N… wait, what?” I couldn’t believe what she’d just said, I don’t even think she realized what she said, or who she said it to.. It was just a reflex, something she said to get what she wanted. She dropped to her.