The moment she arrived, she dashed inside, after making sure there weren't any witness within range. "Computer, full lockdown," she said at once. "Aut...horization Troi Alpha Epsilon Gamma." Lockdown confirmed." Run program Troi 1347a." Program ready." Begin program."The black walls and yellow grid lines vanished at once, replaced with a replica of the counselor's quarters. Quaking with lust, she perched herself on the bed and waited. Two seconds later, her door chine sounded."Come in," she. The constant structure, humiliations, and even pain had served to make her a diligent, obedient, caring slut. She considered Jonathon and Brock her Masters but only Brock as her boyfriend.“I didn’t mean it that way,” Nicole said as she tried to hold her butthole tight. She could feel her sphincter muscles giving way and a little of the warm piss leaking back out. “If I had listened to Melanie and left a lot of things would be different. I could have ended up at the Sunny Day Motel whoring next. There’s a freedom there which not even Socialists have ever dreamed of.”― Jaroslav Hašek, The Good Soldier Švejk(Author’s Note: Not wanting to be presumptuous in claiming to be an author or even an Historian for that matter, I wanted to add this little reminder for reader’s interest. The following few chapters deal with “cleaning up operations” for Hitler prior to Operation Barbarossa and highlight his obsession with North Africa and the ever mounting pressure to find adequate oil supplies to. “There we go!” Miria sighs a breath of relief, dropping the tome on his bedside counter with a resounding thud. It wasn’t exactly elegant, but he’d pulled it off flawlessly. Nobody would suspect the book is missing for some time.“Time to get serious!” Miria chimes, preparing himself for the endeavour to come.~The finished incantation has taken over a good portion of his chambers, scrawling across the floor with feverish precision. This might just be his best work yet! If only Lorrian could see.