He shrinks...We whip histhighs...he erects...restrainer bites....he shrinks... we whip... heerects...and so on and so on.I do notknow why he reacts th...is way exactly other than its a pain-sluts response topain stimuli but it is quite amazing to produce and watch again and again andagain.As longas he is in his restrainer he will feel a hard bite from the KTB and? wont be able to fully erect or orgasm. but itseems as long as we hurt his upper thigh fronts with our hands, belts, tawses,crops and. ..I guess." Now, you say the police arrested you immediately?" Yes. No sooner had I materialized on Main Street than two tall,muscular, crop-haired women in black-leather uniforms and jackbootsgrabbed me up. One of them radioed in, saying they'd 'apprehended anunaccompanied male, unmodified and in female attire, possible deviant'." Were you wearing women's clothing?" For here yes, but not for my home dimension. So it wasn't my fault." Ah yes, your belief that you're from a parallel world, an. Security teams were there to kill all the phone lines and jam all the cell traffic. Project T knew they had satellite backup and HF equipment. The team had to destroy all this equipment so they were isolated. T's mission was to kill only WDI personnel. Yes, there were hookers and TG's all over the place and Project T didn't want to kill anyone who was not directly connected to WDI. But collateral damage was going to happen. Someone was going to die that didn't need to. They did know. But it’s time for you to go.”She stood. Tugged down the hem of her blousy tank and looked around the room as if he’d said nothing. His gaze dropped to her arms, moved up to her shoulders and collarbones. Her neck and face. Nic had barely aged. Never let herself go. Never settled, never got too comfortable, never lost the fire of youth. Took part in protests, knew all the artists in town, all the leaders. Lived on the edge of everything.But sometimes… maybe… in reach.He curled his fingers.