Perfect," replied Marvin.I managed to open my eyes. I was still rather groggy. I could tell Iwas nude. My arms and legs were strapped to a table that ...as elevatedand tipped such that I was partly prone and partly on display to Marvinand an older man. Marvin stood with his arms crossed, looking me overwith a critical eye, while the older guy stood akimbo and looked aboutthe room. It was a laboratory, of sorts, but dark -- lit with candles -- and there were strange writings on the walls. An older. But I needed more for my harem. A god had appetites. And thanks to the nanites in the Halo, the source of my mind control powers, I had stamina.“Anne,” I said, breaking the kiss, “hands behind your back.” My thoughts didn’t tingle one bit. My powers had her convinced she should behave this way. She believed it, my brainwaves overwriting hers.“Yes, hun,” she said, turning and thrusting her hands behind her back. I admired her ass, firmer than it was a year ago. While I became obsessed with our. Debbie thought she could and added that Susan would get her enjoyment before she would. She added they were to meet Miss Artur on Monday to discuss the punishment as there were ten of them to be caned. Susan thought it was a severe punishment but preferable to expulsion. Debbie agreed she knew that the caning would hurt her but the after-effects would be great.As Debbie went up to bed she was ready to spend a good few hours bringing herself to orgasms while letting her imagination run wild. She. As a last resort she still had her kongo, hidden as Modesty had taught her, in the plaits of her hair. She looked around the room. The floor was covered with silk woven carpets thrown across one another. Thick cushions of various sizes made up the furnishings. On one of them, asleep, sprawled a grizzled looking, middle aged, Kushtian man in a long heavy fur trimmed robe."We will take some sherbet. I understand that you do not enjoy the hunashif."Ellie had not particular objection to the stuff.