The Lt. Colonel he’d announced stepped into the presence of his former Queen and bowed, “Your Majesty, thank you for seeing me at such short notic....”“Come in Colonel,” said the smiling Queen, “I remember how you were always nice to me when I wanted to play with your baton as a young girl and I was curious as to how you’d fared since leaving the planet.” She’d noticed the bow, as a sign of respect, rather than the salute her Grandmother used to receive from the man as the head of the Armed. What do you relish about sex?The orgasms and carnal satisfactions, of course!18. What do you loathe as regards 'nookie'?Having my miss lick and do up my ass. It kind of makes my gorge rise.19. Do you scrub down and wash your anus when rinsing yourself, or showering?At most if I have Montezuma's revenge—diarrhea that is.20. The cranium of your chopper (or Willie the Penis), is it cleansed and then dry-cleaned too as you are bathing?Occasionally; if I call up to scour it!21. What is your. I had no intention of remaining a prisoner. Although how I was going to effect an escape was anyone's guess.I didn't mind the daily, or at least I assumed they were daily, exchanges with the disembodied Voice. It was one way to keep track of time. As far as the questioning went, he/she/it could ask till hell froze over; I wasn't going to tell them a fuckin' thing.I couldn't.The Voice insisted on referring to me as Doctor, so I took it for granted that I was a doctor, but doctor of what I. My whole body was level to the ground, my legs straight up along the chains, my arms stretching out in crucifixion style, my head hanging back so everything was being looked at upside down. The pain in my back was excruciating, I was feeling dizzy from the hit to my head and nauseated from the blow to my stomach. "Look how he's trying show us his little boy pussy. You like show it off don't you, faggot?" I swiveled my head from side to side, "No, no, ...please,let me go. I'll go, I won't.