I remember thinking that if I was going to go through the effort of r****g somebody, I would have made it more interesting. As timed passed and the ha...llucination didn't stop, I began to worry. Three more men ****d me before they noticed something wasn't quite right. It was when the fucking stopped that I finally realized that I was dead. The pain was never going to end. I was never going to be able to return to the life I had once had. I would never get to attend my new classes. I would never. Reluctantly I agreed. And we went into a replay of the previous season. Fortunately, this time, without the grandstanding.We were pleasantly surprised when 3 of the kids showed up. Kyle, Lucy, and Susan made an appearance on the first day. This time around, though, they were only there to say hello. They were on their way to Hells Canyon area. For a survival skills school. They planned to start a course that, as instructors, they would teach inner-city kids survival skills and how to be. "Do you like to be hurt?" No, sir." Don't lie!" I slap her breasts again, the twist viciously at her nipples.She's begging me, and saying the truth."Yes, sir, please!"And I relent. Her stiff, aroused nipples tilt up at me, the wrinkled teatsas long as the tip of my little finger. I finger them gently, and feel themswell, tighten. I take an inch long pin and push it's sharp end straightinto the centre of one, straight in, pointing to her heart. She groans, butthat's all as I shove it home,. Things were looking better she said. I looked at my watch, I'd missed out on the briefing session for the lift that was going on right then. It didn't seem to matter.It felt like it had been a long time since I'd kicked off the project for Steve Glennis but finally we were making some progress. Research had done their work profiling the possible candidates. As I'd thought, their favourite was Lady Angela Marchmont too. Now the snatch team was out on the job.I made my way over to the briefing.