He fumbled for his keys, finally found the right one and walked intothe apartment, immediately crinkling his nose at the harsh smell ofcigar smoke. Th... apartment was dark, but he could hear the sound of abasketball game on in the next room, and he walked tentatively in,dreading what he surmised he was about to find.There was a man in the room, slouched on the couch in a pair of boxers,the clicker held loosely in one hand and four empty bottles of SierraPale Ale on the table. He glanced up at. The two Lords plunged their cattle prods at him, eliciting more agonized screams. ‘You left a mess, you disgusting pervert! You defied orders and you left a mess!’ Anyia spoke next. ‘That dishonored beast! Take him to the whipping post! I’ll deal with him! With that two guards dragged the sobbing criminal out to the courtyard, while Anyia screamed at another male servant to bring her whips. Meanwhile, Criminal # 100833 remained strapped to the table, absolutely silent. With Anyia’s ire directed. “Arms up,” Netania said. Kaylee lifted her arms as her older sister peeled of her tight t-shirt. Then Netania reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. The bra fell to the floor. “My turn,” Kaylee said. Netania lifted her arms, and off came her blue tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Kaylee smiled. She leaned in and began to suck Netania’s hard, erect nipples. Netania’s head went back as a wave of pleasure coursed through her. “Oh, fuck, yes s*s,” she gasped. Kaylee went from one breast. He moved one his legs up with a muffled groan as it sluggishly responded and raised upwards at the knee."Subject, that will be referred to as 'Greg', is a 32 year old male, average height and weight." His girlfriend's voice came to his ears suddenly loud and echoing. "No history of illness or drug use. A thorough physical and history reveals no allergies that may prove difficult. Greg has been given a mild sedative and is currently waking up." Mrrrph..Ann?" His tongue felt two sizes too big in.