I struggle to push the thick knot all the way in, and gasp as it seats itself in my rectum, filling me to capacity. Make myself comfortable, He said. ...Ha! I return to the entryway, licking my fingers, then pinching and pulling my nipples to get them fully erect. I slide a clamp around each one, and tighten just past the point of discomfort. I slide the two prongs into my nostrils and the spring-loaded spreader between my jaws, the piece attached to the spring resting on my lower front teeth. I. I quickly changed my first name to "Bill" as soon as possible after leaving the nest and assumed the title of Captain "Billy" Blood even though I had no ship to command and no crew to give orders to. I still continued to sign any legal papers as I. Sisti in deference to my savior.Since there was a supply of available "Captain Bloods" in the waters where I sailed, I became known simply as "Captain Billy" to signify some degree of uniqueness and not be thought of as a pale imitation of any other. She even flashes her newly balded cunt at a couple of truckers as she zooms past eliciting an appreciative chorus of truck horns. By the time she turns onto her street, her pussy is soaking wet thinking about what Harold has in store for her this evening. ——————————— As she pulls in the driveway Marilyn notices three unmarked construction vans parked in her cul-de-sac. She drives up and parks in front of the garage and just as she gets out of the car, four workmen come out of the front door. . I still can't get over you talking... This is so strange... Kyle, you're a good boy... I'm not going to hurt you fella..."Jim nodded. The sergeant gently petted his head for a moment. Jim recognized it as an offer of pure compassion. There was no sexual overture at all."There's a good boy... Good boy Kyle... there's a good dog..." the sergeant whispered. "Be a good boy. Lift your head for me Kyle. Good boy... Now be still... I'm not going to hurt you boy. Just trust me Kyle..." I trust you.