" Not even a pair of panties?"Loren rolled his eyes. "Not even." Ok, then let's start with the basics." She handed him a pair of pinkcotton panties.... They weren't particularly ornate as they had no lace, nobows, and no ribbons. Indeed, they weren't designed to be anything butfunctional. But they were panties, and they were pink, and Loren feltextremely funny holding them. For a moment, he didn't know if he couldslide them on or not. Part of him wanted to, but part of him felt. Alice was concerned, but at the same time she was curious where this was going. She decided to just lay still and see where this was going. Through her squinted eyes, she watched amazed as the invisible fingers worked their magic and were slowly closing in on her nipples which were becoming very erect from the touch. Slowly the fingers got to her niles and she watched as somthing pushed in on her nipple and slowly pinched and teased them. Alice couldn't believe what was happining, terrified in. Paer of that was to break their spirit. The other part was for the benefit of the state. Once the spirit was broken, The prisoner would be used as a fucktoy. If there was demand, the fucktoy would be used by a member of the government/bureaucracy. If there was no demand from members of the state/party, the soldiers would be given free reign.If not used to enrich the pleasures of the state, the prisoner would be reeducated in the philosophy of the state. The method for the reeducation was up to. We lost another six in a helicopter crash. Besides these deaths, Corpsmen were treating heat exhaustion, jungle rot, infected sores and cuts and every kind of rash and fungus imaginable. The one time we were allowed to take a quick swim in the ocean, some of the guys ran across an unseen sea urchins bed and it took four hours and eight Corpsman to get the one to two inch spines out of our men’s feet. When we weren’t treating actual injuries serious enough to need evacuation to a hospital, we.