"I'm sorry," she answered repentantly. "The thing is, they are still here! I can still hear their telepathic message! There isn't anyone here- Wait! i... is comming from this computer over here! It is identifying itself as a software program in development, but it is aware of itself, telepathicaly aware of its surroundings, and that it is due to be replaced with another version tonight! This is so strange! but, what can I say, it is what it is!. It or rather she, just told me to stop calling her. She gave me a list. All was cloths and that didnt surprise me as she had a lot of fucking cloths. She was very adamant in making sure I knew she left her panties and bras and a few other things. I'm clueless.Several weeks go by and we stay in touch. She only moved to the town 14 miles away. She hadnt moved far at all. I was really glad because like I said, I always worry about her and take care of her. After talking on the phone for 10 minutes or less we discussed going up to a local bar in her. ..fuckhole was what Sophia had pushed into my mouth and inflated. I wastrapped in this body and helpless to stop anyone who wanted to fuck mymouth.It was obscene. I was obscene. I was a rubber bunny doll.My cock twitched within its thick rubber prison and I realised that I wasgetting turned on staring at my new body. The exaggerated proportions andthe slick, shiny rubber skin coupled with the drugs flowing through mesent me into a spin. I found myself pushing my hips back againstCalista's hand,. Since neither of us had passed any tracks, leading into or out of the camp, the exit points must be on the opposite sides to our entry. The rebels made no pretence of hiding there tracks. I suppose they thought that they were safe within this area, or were becoming careless.The tracks were quite fresh, and some of the vegetation hadn't even straightened upright so the party was close. We could hear no sounds, and with hostages, who weren't used to jungle fighting, would be making a noise even.