So there was me, sittng on the sill, all naked with my nipples pointing in the air. I could see him caresing every inch of my body with his eyes, with... a look I have never seen before. Then he told me to put on the leather handcuffs he knew I have and get on the sill in doggy. That was unexpected but I did it. Now I was all tied up in doggy waiting for his next move. I blushed as I could feel my pussy growing wet. He said "Eyes in front, don't watch the cam, and follow my voice." He never gave. Her world started to narrow to only that touch and that voice, sinking into both. It would be so much easier to obey. ‘Open your legs as your mind opens.’ Neral’s chest heaved, almost unable to take in enough air. Gone was any thought of resisting. Her blanking mind managed to pull a thought together. {How can a person feel this good?} And she would feel even better if she just gave up. She was almost completely unaware that she could move her legs even as they bent at the knees, with them. I was trying to get past them without facing the device that made a mockery of my invisibility.Just as I vacated one the room to the next, I felt explosions in the room I originally entered. The grenades were powerful enough to even take out a combat suit, if it were close enough.I worked frantically, because it would not take a genius to know where I had gone. Two more rooms I managed to pass, when heavily armoured Samutz marched down the aisle and blew the shit out of each of the rooms I had. They were in the middle of a walled enclosure, with a tent yards away from the row of slave frames to which they were so uncomfortably and humiliatingly tied. There were buildings beyond the tent, of a ramshackle and primitive nature. The whole set-up was reminiscent of one of those forts built in the American West.Francine wondered what lay beyond the walls. Most likely desert, she imagined. It was hot and dry enough, at least on the evidence of the last couple of thirsty and painful.