.." Mortenson, Lois Mortenson. Thank you for the compliment Brian," she grinned, "but I wish I was half as delicious as the young lady you're currentl... fucking! Or as delicious as Carol here who seems to be doing delightfully naughty things to my equally lovely nurse who is trying very hard, under difficult circumstances, to give Justin here a bed bath." Oh no, it's I who should be thanking you," he smiled. "After hearing what had happened to this remarkable young man I must admit that I was. Though these actions were supposed to be carried out only by female members of the mock guard force, the female "prisoners" were unable to tell if there were male guards present or not since the women were hooded during their ordeal. Later comments by a number of male guards indicating a detail knowledge of the women's most intimate body parts- in one pilot's case the presence of a butterfly tattoo above her vagina- led many of the female students to wonder if male guards were being allowed to. ‘You seem weak…’ I murmured as tears silently rolled down my cheeks. ‘I wonder if you will ever run again, or feel the sun on your mane. Will you ever have something worth living for?’ I didn’t hear anything, perhaps the ringing in my head prevented it, but I saw a flicker of shadow across the floor, cast from the dim lighting that lined the stable walls. My vision was foggy from the tears, but I glanced up to see what had cast it. He stood there, leaning against the open stable door, the man. Remember?" Yes," I whispered."Well then. Here's what you do. Sara has that shade, the very same. Iwant you to go and make your lips up - nicely now! - Don't want a mess,do we? Then, you come back and kiss the back of my hand." Your hand?" I asked."Yes. That way, I can keep it there for as long as I like - knowingthat you apologized nicely for being a naughty girl - 'cause that's whatyou were. Right Pamela? Say it now!" I was a naughty girl." And who am I talking to? Do you know now?".