I was wounded and wound-roundwith the tentacles of the briar which scratched my pretty face as I sufferedtheir impossible inescapable embrace; the cru...l embrace that my sexually drivendesire had forced me to obey the order from Nulinda that I drive my naked bodyinto, the cruellest of cruel entanglements: I was the girl in the burning bush.I was afire with the fire of my desire suffering for Nulinda's ire. And with my lovely arms, my beautiful legs, my exquisite breasts my supremelyslim waist. I think we've been lucky this time simply 'cause you Brits don't carry guns. You seem to carry more knives than is usually found in the States, but half the time you don't know how to use them either." He rubbed his left forearm ruefully. "Unfortunately, sometimes you do know how to use them."I smiled. "Okay. Is that organisation pretty average?" Pretty much so. The exact ranks of the person in charge of each fire team or squad may be different. Going upwards, there's generally three platoons. ”“How many are in the house?”“When everyone is home there are thirteen men and fifteen women.”“The ... that’s ... twenty-eight people,” Heather stammered.“Including me,” Renee smiled. She loved to surprise people this way, but hadn’t had the opportunity for a while.Before Heather could recover Renee said, “In any other situation I’d be a slut for sleeping around with so many people, but here it’s just the natural way of our family. We all deeply love each other, and our physical relationships. Judy begins to rip off her clothing with her metal hands until she is naked. Her silvered lips form a perfect circle and she has difficulty speaking. Her skin is covered with raised silvered blisters that burst and suppurate shiny fluid over her body.“Follow your programming, Br4d13y.”, says Judy through her reconfigured throat.“Understood. Please turn and assume the position.”Judy turns and bends forward, automatically pulling her ass cheeks apart as she does so. Br4dl3y inserts a metal.