Her eyes told me everything. "Still bothering you, huh?" I asked. "Yes and no," Tiffany said shaking her head. "Nothing on the harassment side, but it...'s…" "Annoying?" I finished her sentence. "I will talk to him," I assured her. "The best way to get rid of him is to tell him you got someone. He isn't one for competition." "Now that would be lying," Tiffany said as she walked away. I sat down at my desk and began to type out an itinerary for everyone. The changes would have to be done today. She screamed in pain and the dog stopped pulling for a few minutes. He tried twice more and finally he stepped over her and stood with his hindquarters pressed against her crotch and his large cock still buried inside of her. They stayed like that for several more minutes. He tried to pull free every couple of minutes and each time he tried Inga cried out. But finally he was able to pull free. He turned around and sniffed at her pussy, gave it a quick lick and then trotted off.Inga went limp on. Frank and Eloise and Laura, Charles and Herb and Katherine, and all the other members of the Resistance. Like his new image of himself, they'd all been young. Young and beautiful. Their unlined faces had reflected only pleasant emotions, the only ones allowed them by the tyranny of the machine.Time and time again he'd tried to raise the anger that had sustained him over the unending months of his trial, the sense of righteous wrath that had made him fight so desperately against the confining. "Hey!" she shouted.Greg ignored her, and she repeated, "Hey! Mother-fucker! Why am I locked in here? Why the mesh? I changed my mind. Let me out! I don't want your fucking job!" Shut up back there and sid'own!" he yelled back.Then Nancy noticed that there were no seats whatsoever, not even benches along the sides. Just a hard, ribbed, steel floor to sit on.She sat on the floor and settled down for the ride.Chapter 2: Return To Chattel AcresAfter a couple of hours, she felt the truck turn onto a.