..." How about my plaze?" Janet-in-Rod prompts in m y now-accented voice,"Perhapz being in my houze might dislodge Krissy'z delusion!" Excellent idea,... Dr. Silver beams. "Guards, prepare Krissy in a WalkingHarness."The thought of actually getting back to my own house again, out of thisdreadful asylum, thrills me. So I remain docile and obedient as thesmirking guards unlace my strait-jacket, their hands running freely overmy soft flesh as they "work"-- stroking, tweaking, prodding,. And another.Her breaths came in short wheezes as the woman continued hitting her, first only simple kicks that stole her ability to breath, but then she upgraded to a leather whip from a trunk. The lashes poured down her back and burned after the initial strikes.Renee tried rolling out of range. She tried begging.Emilee didn't notice it, lost in the torture she inflicted. Each time the tanned leather made contact, Renee yelped, and every shout aroused the woman. She stopped only when the. An aching heat filled me, and mylittle prick pushed against my skirt.One of the taller men walked to me. The tight undershirt did nothinghide the lines of his ample musculature. He smiled, but his eyes werepredatory."So... You are the new girl. Scared, are you?"I nodded. He might have hurt me, if he thought I was reluctant from anyother reason than terror.The other soldiers took their places. The wallscreen lit up to anepisode of a vid series, and the other girls hurried to serve drinks.The man. Hehad been afraid that he might have changed everythingbetween them- but now his Mom seemed as calm and warmand motherly as ever. It felt good. He really needed aMom about now.Once he had got dressed, he headed down to the kitchenwhere his Mom already had two huge sundaes whipped up.They sat down at the kitchen table across from oneanother. Even with his Mom's warm attitude and kindwords, he didn't know what to say to her.He still felt a strong tension between them that shedid not seem to. He.