Now I know how much you can really take. Come down here and be a good girl; if you listen to me than I might go easy on you,? he said in a calm still ...voice as he paced slowly. I didn’t move. ?You’ll only be making this harder for yourself; are you going to disobey me one more time? You’ve got nowhere to run, why do you insist on going against my will?? I was going to fight until it was impossible and I still had energy left to do it. If he was gonna lock me in here I would. Then she moved back, adding, "Now we don't have to be so careful how we dress around here, that makes it easier."I told her I agreed and she asked me about the shower room and I told her where it was and that it had private showers but most people wore something, though often not much, when they went to and from."Well, I need to get the 'moving-in' grime off, care to join me, roomie? Might as well get to know each other better," she said went and got her shampoo and a bottle of liquid shower. I was getting really fed up, stuck here with them having all the fun. I went over to the window; I could see them but unless they looked up they wouldn’t know. I remembered them all from last year and I started to feel horny, remembering being forced to strip and being spanked by each of them. Facing the house was Helen, a very attractive blond lady in her early 30’s. Next to her was Alison, mid thirties, about Auntie’s age. She was a slim busty brunette with long legs, and sitting between her. They could save the women and be heroes. They could fuck and suck whoever they want. They could kick the butt of the bad guy who trying to hurt the princessNobody was meant to get killed on this inland. It was safety in check and all the Fembots could be repaired by the Fembot. It was a new self healing synthetic metal. If the Fembot couldn’t, it was ok. After all, they’re just Fembots. That was least what they thought. Something has happened where the safety cut off and the Fembots took over..