Perhaps I should keep that in case you're not a good girl. But you are going to be a good girl, aren't you?"Mutely Faith nodded. She had no idea what ...she was to be good at but the thought of being whipped was enough to make her agree to anything the girl suggested.Without warning the girl jumped on the bed and straddled Faith's head. "Now we'll see how good you really are," she said. "Start licking."She grabbed Faith's hair and pulled her head up. Faith's mouth was suddenly filled with the. Or two slightly smaller ways, depending on the occasion. I mentioned that Dad worked for a big biotech company, and somehow he was allowed to give me some “special features”, things they had invented but would never release. Things like enhanced pheromones, and testes that can churn out more semen than a typical college frat house. Oh, and two dicks. Sometimes.I have a regular penis. Well, not regular – it’s about 15cm long when limp and more than 30cm erect, and a little more than 6cm. '"She twined her fingers together. "I spent the first year, they told me itwas almost a year, without any contact with the outside world. I keptmyself active doing polynomials, calculus, every level of mathematics Iknew. I re-engineered all the world's greatest bridges. I found errors insome of them, including the SkyCube -- not enough to affect the outcomebut enough to cheer me up."Then there was light; not bright, not focused. Sound; jumbled discordantnoises I couldn't string together. And. When he had made her bed it had been cold. She had been up far earlier than he. ‘Get out here right now, young lady.’ Nothing. ‘If you don’t come out right now, I’m coming in to get you!’ More than a year had passed since he had last opened the closet while she was in it. Any threat of doing it, usually caused hysterical shrieks of anger. There was no sound. ‘I warned you,’ he said, slowly walking to the closet. His stomach was an uneasy stone of anxiety. He reached the closet and pulled its.