But to my surprise and even shock, that made me a feel a little better. I started to think, "They have their whole lives ahead of them." Mary Ann, do ...ou think that maybe, because our boys are so ... inexperienced ... that it's possible that even if this all goes south, that they might have enough years ahead of them that ... they could get over all this? Does that sound like bullshit rationalization?" No, not really Sherry. It makes sense. They have so much still to experience, so much growing. ''What do you think you're doing, Sergeant?''"I would like for you to be quiet. Shhh... I told you already..." I pick up the panties from the suspect I was dealing with, ball it up, and put them in the Lieutenant's mouth. I strip her naked, pushing her down on all fours, and take my belt from the floor. I place it around her neck firmly."Now, you will call me daddy, okay?" I tell her, as I remove the panties from her mouth.'Huh? What?'' she replies, a bit dazed."Tell me, will you take your. And Daddy keeps using my body, lifting me up and pumping his cock into me.Abruptly, he slows down, placing me back on the floor. He pulls his cock all the way out of my ass. It feels so much longer coming out that it did going in, and I shudder at the feeling of it exiting my body.“There you go,” he says. “You’re in space now.”Then he puts his hands on my hips, and he slowly pushes his cock, all of it, back into my ass. He starts teasing me like this, pulling his cock all the way out and then. Since I am now an object, chattel of limited value, an animal, I think of myself as an it a thing to be used, or not, by my owners or their agents. By the end of this sentence, I will no longer refer to myself as an I, instead it will refer to itself as just what it is, a thing, and use the proper words to do so. Ahhh. What a relief. To write of itself as other than an it, is stressful, reminding it of the way it used to think when it was a person, and the nightmarish pain that it now.