Thank you for all your service.” My words were another little ritual serving to reassure this sub-personality that I created, keeping it compliant a...d happy.“Thank you, Master. Sleep now. I will clean you. Good night.” With that Ashley again took my cock into her mouth, gently this time, aware of how sensitive it usually is after sex.For my part, I quickly fell asleep under the loving touch of my slave. I don’t know how long she kept at it because I slept through the night. I woke briefly when. Anybody still alive out there had bigger problems than me.I listened carefully for any noise from the pile of rubble. A few minutes later I thought I heard something. Five minutes of anxious digging yielded a dust covered arm moving around. I took a closer look and saw it was trying to move debris out of the way. "General Smith?" I'm down here. Who's calling?" I'm Ashley Cork. I'm here to rescue you from Colt's men."He hesitated, then he accepted my help to pull himself out. "Some rescue. You. Ihad breast and hips, but my penis was so small that it was nonexistent. Ifigured it was simply growth.Then one evening, mommy poured me fruit punch to drink. I didn't thinkanything of it, but, for some reason, I felt strange! I had a hard timesleeping for the next few nights. I would feel hot, then cold, and thenroll around the bed.Then one morning I awoke and showered. As I washed between my legs, Ithought, "Is something missing? Shouldn't there be something else here?"No that soft, moist. Thick carpet, a big firm bed decked out and black and silver silks, drapes everywhere, a few chairs, a table by the door, cut crystal goblets and dragon-shaped decanter of blood red wine. He turns off the lights and sets strange gold glowing spheres floating around the edges of the room, no longer quite so big. He waits for the others to arrive.The next to arrive is the tall Lakotain boy, a year older than the first, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, his long jet hairs plaited into an.