There was a brief moment of lucidity. Pacifica was passed out, covered in sweat, her legs held tight to contain my spurting gift. And I realized there...might still be a chance to escape!How long had it been? Daylight seemed to shine through the windows of the orgy room. I remembered myths about Lotus-Eaters that would spend hours, days in pleasurable stupors. It had been like this for my brother, I knew. He'd complained afterwards that he didn't really know when or what time it was. The Stripper. This went even further as we left the building, Brittney not having cleaned her face so that the entire world could bare witness to her disgrace. Somehow I found myself almost jealous of the way she felt as she placed herself on display, a feeling that somehow I wanted to share… to experience.By the time fall had come around, we had shifted our daily routine to deal with the cooler weather. Our morning jogging and wilderness sexual encounters had been replaced with sessions under the warm water. ”“Ah! Now there’s a wonderful idea! We would certainly be able to find them then, wouldn’t we, cunt?”“Y…yes, Master.”I stepped back, bent over and picked them up, then rolled them so that the damp patch was on the outside, turned it so that was facing down, and held it to her mouth.“Open your mouth, please,” I said.She slowly opened her mouth wide. I gently pushed her panties in so they were completely inside her mouth.“Close it, and keep it closed until I give you permission to open it.. I was alone, with an objective ahead of me. Yet a large part of me wanted to curl up into a ball and hide away. Thankfully my duty and the job held my sanity together. Through several messy rooms did I go. Moving double time, I quickly found a stair going up. That was when I got lost! The rooms became darker, the rooms tidier, yet still unclean. My body was exhausted, with my kit strapped to my back and the cumbersome rifle in my hands I soon had too stop to catch my breath. Somewhere above me.