I hadn't considered it a floating whorehouse, but, yeah, it was. Its cargo this trip was staff for the base and women for the ships. With the base sta...f people unloaded, it had plenty of room for visitors.I asked to be connected to her 'skipper', the head of the supercargo humans, and got his agreement that Mayflower Madame would be a great place to hold our conferences. That got passed on to all ships, and we could move on with the war effort.My pissing contest with Mr. Ar-buth-not led to. The questioning was concise and to the point, and no false impression was made. I overrule your protest."Barstow sat down with a sinking feeling. He did not doubt for a moment that Pendrake had extracted the truth from Wharton. She and the victim must have had an affair, and Pendrake had neatly tricked her into confessing it. Well, there was still Inspector Mellard and his discoveries."Milord, the Crown calls as witness Inspector Mellard of the Detective Branch of the Metropolitan. ."There are twenty other male slaves here...each bound to the same service. If you do not obey any command given you...instantly and with complete fervor, you will be severely punished, by whipping, electricity, by our special brand of penis torture, or if resistance continues, our more extreme forms of torture."She looked at me with her cold eyes...commanding complete attention and respect. "Do you understand me?", she whispered, pinching my nuts between her hand. My eyes were bulged out. ”“Look,” Heather said, “Let’s skip the whole ‘I’ll call the cops!’ BS. You both know I really won’t and I need you both to agree to this willingly.” Heather never spoke like this.Jess let go of my hand and absently played with the tip of my penis. “Geez, Heather, you are taking all the fun out of this. You are a real buzz kill today,” she said.“I know you guys have been expanding your sexual horizons a lot over the past 6 months, but I’m not going to kid you. This is going way beyond the fun we.