This wasn't pleasant for her, either; she deliberately shifted the harness upward so it was more on her pubic bone and less on her clit. Once things w...ere going, she could move it back down...'Gawd! What IS that? A baseball bat?' Beth wondered. No, it was a little softer than a bat would be, thank God! She did what she was supposed to do to minimize the impacts, pushing as though she was using the toilet, and her opening gave way and began to flower open under the pressure.But it had a long way. " the girl said as she lit a cigarette and smiled bitterly."Honestly speaking, it was not too bad. Spending six years away from family, friends and pals sucks, but after what I have done nobody wanted to see me again. I was left alone, not even my Mom wanted to know whether I was dead or alive." she inhaled the smoke then blew out through her nostrils, the sunshine playfully danced on the shiny surface of her long red painted fingernails. "Living in small cells together with a half dozen other. With it on she became her cover, Diana Prince. She had picked it as the main one she wanted to wear in room 2. It consisted of a pink thong, pink mini skirt and pink bikini type bra made of material so thin, that her nipples were permanently poked through it because of the temperature Dr. Jones kept room 2 at. Her 2nd uniform was as his topless Amazon princess, consisting of knee length loincloth and matching brown panties. Dr. Jones was considering having her modify the length to just below. Over the many years of the voyage, the People had developed an unwritten code for their social interactions. Part of this code dictated that beds in one part of the quarters nearest the engine of the ship, and arbitrarily named the South Nest, was set aside for those who wished to sleep quietly, and generally alone. The North Nest, a smaller area opposite was designated as a cosy social area. Not much sleeping happened there. At least not until very late.Nalirra was in North Nest. She wasn't.