She had become lost once her former master had passed away, and did not know what to do, not being the one to ever make decisions on any matter as lon...g as she had been his partner, a period of some eighteen years. He had been her teacher in college and within a year of meeting him she was his slave and ultimately became his wife. She had always looked up to his friends, especially Damon, but had no idea how to express herself to personages such as him. There was another small portion of herself. It dropped him off an hour later and quickly departed. He was struggling to get the Bergen onto his back when a figure materialised out of nowhere, “Squadron Leader Barlow,” the figure asked quietly.“Robbie’s fine Corporal,” noticing the chevrons on his tag attached to his body armour. He knew with these men rank didn’t cut it, only ability.The camouflaged face smiled, “Its Bert, Robbie, follow me carefully.”After the first two miles his back ached, then his legs. By the time Bert stopped every. As always, I welcome and appreciate any and all feedback but understand that I am very sensitive, and if you’re too harsh, I will delete everything from this site and never try to be creative again. I’m kidding. Enjoy! *All characters in this story are 18 years or older* PREVIOUS — Chapter 10: Squeals on the Bus CHAPTER 11 Rachel shook herself from her daze and stared straight ahead. The girl in the bathroom mirror looked back at her, matching her momentarily confused expression. She’d. He couldn’t believe he wanted her again so badly – was this thirst never to be quenched? He didn’t want her getting stiff in the restraints so reluctantly, he moved away from her to free her legs from the cuffs, leaving the other side still attached to the bed. Instead of freeing her arms in the same way, he left her wrists cuffed and opened the side which had been attached to the bed so she could move away with the cuffs still on. She looked at him curiously, but all he said was “Come” and he.