Her hands are useless, they may as well be bound to the armrests. Mistress Avery teases her lips, but skillfully avoids pleasuring her throbbing clit,... keeping the young girl from orgasm. She builds the pleasure for the vibrating intruder that slicks her back passage. She feels the vibrations radiate within her, reaching up and teasing her pleasure centers by proxy. Nicole twists and gasps, rendered speechless by the teasing that has her on edge.She finds her tongue. “Touch it. Fuck me. Please. I was totally hairless, even on my face, where I always had a five o'clock shadow and heavy eyebrows and even in my genital area and even on my head. My skin was glowing pink. He explained that I would never have hair grow on my body again. He also said my skin was sensitive as it probably felt and that this was for a reason and suddenly he grabbed my two wrists in one of his huge hands and began belting my ass with his other hand. Each blow rained on my ass like the sting of a million. "Let's see what is in the computers about battle tactics and plans, Nan."She set up some search parameters but very little resulted and none of it was helpful. "Okay, that didn't work. Let's look up middle ages weapons." She input that request and we received three pages of answers. We started going through them looking things that would help and that could be quickly made without taking Roger and his crew from the muskets and explosives. I saw pictures of a catapult. All wood and rope would do. And Colonel Ansel thought she was perfect for the job.While the civilian scientists in the project believed she was just a 'personal assistant, ' her real job was to watch over the civilian researchers. Too often, civilians suddenly found morality or quickly succumbed to greed, either wanting to expose the 'evils of the government' or worse.The previous project leader had been a nice enough guy—sort of grandfatherly. But in the end, Amy did her duty. Of course, the old man didn't really die of.