Ilias, your position is still almost certainly hopeless, but the Guild has decided it will support your ride." He gestured for me to take the shirt an... flicked his hand at a rear door. "Dismissed!"I saluted and left.Five months later... Time: June 24, 8235 6:47 AMAs the highest ranking priest on the flight, a CL-6 Upper Manager had assumed the role of Mukkarib and was leading the Prayer Cycle in the passenger cabin. His attitude with the travelers was stern and judgmental, except for me of. The tremors in his chest died down and stared, crestfallen, at themirror. He approached it, embarrasingly aware of the stickiness of hiscrotch, and stared at the reflection. A woman's tired face stared backat him, tear-streaks cleary visible on the face that was still dirtyand scratched from his tumble yesterday. Her hair was a mess, and therest of her body was no better, dirty in places with scratches marringthe smooth creaminess of her skin.He had first thought that he had switched bodies. You came in and pulled out your magnificent cock and pissed. I actually came from looking at your cock. I certainly didn’t come from the tiny sausage Mr. Room Service was poking me with.”One of the guys said, “Aren’t you a hot little fucking whore.”She said, “Right now I am hot for your hard black meat.”Then I could hear her moaning and slurping and one of the guys said, “Here’s another one for you.”She said, “Put all three in my mouth. Yes! Rub your cocks and your balls all over my slutty. Swiftly, sheset the timers; the one controlling the door lock on the cage, the one whichoperated the tiny locks on her mitts, and, last of all, and with tremblingfingers, the timer which would switch on the power to the steel studs in hercollar. She stepped back and checked the settings carefully. Satisfied of theiraccuracy, she glanced at the clock again and saw that she had ten minutes beforethe timers switched on simultaneously. On an impulse she placed the littleplastic gag between her.