There was a tattoo just above her pelvic that said "Lady Elizabeth". Lady Victoria pulled on the clamps and you could see Brandie strugglingto hold in...a yelp or two. Lady Victoria raised her hand and brought the tails crashing across her left breast. "One My Lady, May I please have another." Again the tails slashed at Brandie focused on her right breast. "Two My Lady, May I please have another." Then her left again "Three My Lady, May I please have another." The next one slashed on the inside. His mind was standing in a green meadow having a complex discussion with Plato– PLATO’s anthropomorphic form which he can project into any reality created around Richard or Marcella. The discussion between Richard and Plato concerned ways of creating an Alternate Technology Organism to repair severely-damaged spinal columns without revealing that PLATO, himself, was truly sentient and growing more powerful by the day.Marcella gave a deep sigh as she looked through the windows into the. But the thing about her was: There was always something. Something about her that I could not figure out. This is called "The Tale of The Sweetheart."Now, why the nickname "The Sweetheart", you ask? Good question. It's simple. She is the sweetest bitch you will ever meet. She takes pride in that. When we officially met, I was trying to figure out people and trying to be sociable. I was cracking jokes in there to my friends on the football team when she chimed in:"Chad, shut up. Your jokes are. That was when I learned the power of my cock, but I was only just learning how to use it. I wanted another encounter to see the reaction of a woman at the sight of my penis. Mother ignored me after that fateful day, much to my puzzlement. I tried to approach her, but she ignored or brushed me off at all attempts.I did finally get what I needed, more attention from a woman to see whether the reaction was similar. It was Sarah my eldest sister who was next.I lay awake on a school day, and Sarah.