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- The Red Light
Copyright Abrank, 2010 February
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- Warning! This story might contain
activities that might not be suitable in selfbondage. Please
play safe.
- The Red Light
- Abrank
Copyright Abrank, 2010 February
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- James McPhearson first saw the city as
the train rounded a curve. It’s incredibly tall buildings
soared far into the sky; towering skyscrapers that dominated
the gently rolling hills of the surrounding landscape. As the
train grew closer he saw that it was more colorful than most
cities; many of the buildings had horizontal bands of color near
their bases.
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- The train entered an enormous tunnel,
one of three that he could see. The roof of the tunnel was high,
far higher than that of the train. He turned to his guide, “Why
is the tunnel so big?”
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- “The city is growing, and eventually
will need larger trains than this,” replied his guide, a
Victorian-looking gentleman wearing an old fashioned black suit.
“Even though it is being continuously reconstructed, allowance
is always made for future expansion.”
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- The train pulled into a station and drew
to a stop. Crowds of people exiting the train surrounded James
and he became worried that he would become separated from his
guide. But their progress through the crowd was surprisingly
smooth and he followed the guide to a long and brightly lit escalator.
They emerged into the street, crowded with people and silently
moving cars.
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- “Where would you like to go first?”
asked the guide. “I recommend the Institute of History.
They have a very informative exhibit of the history of this city
and how it has changed over the millennia. Or we could go to
MORA, the Museum of Representative Art. Most people find it a
very moving experience.”
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- James felt good; better than he had felt
in years. The pain in his knee seemed to have disappeared. He
felt a sense of joy, and of youthful vigor. He didn’t feel
like going to any museum and thought of what he would have done
in his youth when he visited a strange city. “Is there a
red light district here?”
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- “This city has everything. I know
just the place for you.” The guide began to walk along the
sidewalk and James followed, walking alongside seemed impossible
in the crush of people.
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- They walked several blocks, passing shops
and restaurants with people sitting in enclosed outdoor areas;
enjoying the outdoor air and eating drinking, talking and laughing.
Most of them seemed happy and relaxed, unlike many big cities
where many people seemed miserable and tense.
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- But there were exceptions. James saw one
woman eating alone at a small table. He stopped to look at her.
Her head was encased in a steel cage, its strong rounded bars
close against her skin. Her long hair grew out between the bars,
concealing the back of the cage. A curved steel plate completely
covered her mouth and chin. She was feeding herself by breaking
small pieces of bread off a loaf and forcing them down behind
the steel plate. She turned to look at him and he saw that the
front of her mouth covering was decorated with a raised metal
X. She turned away to resume eating and James hurried after the
guide who was waiting for him.
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- “Why is that woman wearing that thing
on her head?”
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- “She is being punished.”
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- “For what?”
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- “I can’t tell from here. Perhaps
it was something she said, or maybe she bit someone.”
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- They turned left into a side street. Halfway
along the block the guide entered a low doorway beneath a red
light. A sign on the door showed the outline of a bottle together
with a wine glass. The room behind the door was a large one with
wood paneling and a red carpeted floor. It was deserted but furnished
with numerous wooden tables and comfortable wooden chairs. The
guide indicated a table, and James sat down, the guide sitting
opposite.
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- A young woman emerged from the shadows
and slowly approached the table. She was strikingly beautiful;
tall with a pale complexion framed by black hair that was swept
back. Her large breasts were barely contained by a tight white
top, and her long slender legs emerged from a short black mini
skirt. But what surprised and excited James the most was that
her ankles were encircled by thick metal cuffs connected by a
short but heavy chain. As she walked James noted that only her
extreme high heels prevented the chain from dragging on the carpet.
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- She reached the table and asked “Yes
sirs, what would you like to drink?” She had a lisp as if
she had something in her mouth.
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- Her breasts were very close to his face
and James noticed that her nipples were erect and pushing out
against her top. He was overcome with desire and felt his penis
stir.
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- “Well?” asked the guide looking
at him.
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- “What do you have?” James asked
in a voice choked with lust.
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- “We have everything,” the girl
replied.
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- “I’ll have a scotch,” James
said.
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- “Just water for me,” the guide
said.
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- The girl smiled at James then turned and
walked away. He couldn’t help watching how her hips moved
and rocked her shapely buttocks as she stepped to the limits
of her chain.
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- “She likes you,” observed the
guide.
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- “She does? How do you know?”
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- “I know. You do too, I saw you looking
at her nipples. She would like to make love to you.”
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- “Oh wow! And I’ve only just
got here. This is quite a city.”
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- “Yes it is.”
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- “I couldn’t help noticing that
her ankles are chained. Is she being punished?”
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- “No, she put them on herself, or
rather she had them put on.”
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- “There didn’t seem to be any
locks on the cuffs. How does she take them off?”
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- “She doesn’t; they are permanently
fastened on.”
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- A thought occurred to James. “How
does she get her panties on and off?”
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- “She doesn’t wear panties.”
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- James was silent. The thought that she
was naked beneath her short skirt made him even more excited.
He felt his penis grow to a full erection, and he shifted in
his chair.
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- The girl returned carrying a tray with
two glasses. She set one down next to the guide then smiled at
James and bent down to place the other glass in front of him
bringing her breasts very close to his face.
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- “Celia,” said the guide gently
touching her hip with his left hand, “I would like to introduce
James. This is his first day in the city.”
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- Celia stood upright and nodded at James.
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- “I think James would like to see
what’s under your skirt. May I?”
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- Celia nodded without taking her eyes off
James. The guide raised the front of her skirt to reveal a shiny
steel chastity belt. The front plate was quite wide and pressed
tightly into her flesh. Small sharp spikes projected from the
edges of the plate, and James could see that they would discourage
anyone trying to get their fingers under it. The front of the
plate was decorated with a symbol of a broken key.
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- The guide released Celia’s skirt
and said to James, “Do you mind if she sits down?”
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- “Not at all,” James said, excited
at the prospect.
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- Celia pulled out a chair and sat down,
spreading her knees and placing her hands behind her back. James
wondered if it was uncomfortable for her to sit and presumed
she had to spread her knees to prevent the spikes pressing into
her thighs
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- “Celia doesn’t like to talk
much,” the guide remarked, “but I’m sure she’s
glad to take the weight off her feet.”
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- James’ penis was aching with desire.
He wanted to get to the point as quickly as possible. He sipped
his drink wondering how to start. “You are very beautiful,”
he said to Celia.
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- “Hank you,” Celia said and reached
out to clasp his hand.
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- James felt a surge of passion pass through
his body as her hand touched his. He was not sure how to proceed.
“Do you have a key to that belt?” he asked.
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- “Let me get you another drink,”
Celia lisped and stood up. James noticed that his glass was empty;
he must have drunk it without noticing.
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- Celia left and James asked the guide,
“Is she available?”
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- “She would really like to have sex
with you but no, she isn’t available. That chastity belt
is permanently fastened on; she doesn’t have the key.”
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- “Who has the key?”
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- “No one. As I said, it’s permanently
fastened on.”
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- “Who put it on her?”
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- “Some metalworker. But she wanted
it put on.”
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- “Why?”
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- “She’s different from you. Although
she likes sex, its denial gives her exquisite pleasure. She lives
in a state of almost continual arousal, and the frustration of
not being able to have sex excites her and heightens all her
senses.”
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- “Wow! I don’t understand that;
I would go crazy if I couldn’t have sex.”
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- “As I said, she’s different
from you. But she would very much like to have sex with you,
and the fact that she can’t arouses her.”
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- “Well, she can suck my dick if she
likes.”
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- Celia returned carrying a bottle of scotch
which she placed on the table in front of James. She sat down
and once again placed her hands behind her back.
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- James looked at the label of the scotch.
It was a brand he did not recognize. He poured himself a shot
and sipped it. It was top quality, probably aged more than 20
years.
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- “Celia, James would like you to suck
his dick. I know you would like to, but please show him your
tongue.”
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- Celia smiled broadly then opened her mouth
and stuck out her tongue. It had multiple piercings and its top
surface was studded with an array of sharp spikes that curved
backwards toward her throat.
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- “I suppose you had that done to yourself,”
James said.
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- Celia closed her mouth and nodded.
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- “Celia is also considering having
her wrists manacled together. But that is a very big step and
she is not yet ready for it.”
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- “Wouldn’t that make you completely
helpless?” James asked, looking at Celia, or rather at her
breasts which were mesmerizing him.
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- “Not really,” replied the guide.
“You can function quite well, even with your hands handcuffed
behind your back, once you get used to it.”
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- Celia nodded imperceptibly at the guide.
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- “You can feel Celia’s breasts,”
continued the guide. “I know you want to, and she would
like that.”
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- James looked questionably at Celia who
smiled and nodded, so he reached out and put a hand on each breast.
Celia pressed herself into him so he squeezed her breasts. Although
firm, they felt real.
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- Celia closed her eyes and moaned. So James
squeezed harder. The harder he squeezed the more she seemed to
like it. James felt like he was about to have an orgasm, he was
sure his penis must be leaking loads of precum.
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- The door opened and two girls walked in;
one black and the other white. The black girl was wearing blue
denim shorts with slits up the sides and cut high to expose the
lower part of her buttocks. Her belly was bare and her breasts
were pushed up spilling out of the top of her halter bra. The
white girl was also wearing very short shorts, but these were
shiny black to match her thigh-high boots. Her black top was
partially unbuttoned exposing a deep cleavage.
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- Celia opened her eyes and James quickly
withdrew his hands. The girls looked at the seated group and
then walked across to the other side of the room and sat down.
Celia got up and walked over to them.
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- “Now they look more available,”
James whispered to the guide.
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- “Yes they are. Didn’t you fuck
girls like those when you were younger?”
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- “Probably, I don’t remember.”
James did remember. They were interns and he used his position
of power within the company to fuck them. They thought he would
be able to get them permanent positions. He persuaded the white
girl to wear handcuffs and had forceful sex which made her cry.
He was married and felt guilty about it afterwards, but confessed
to a priest who forgave him and gave him absolution.
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- “What did you do before you came
here?” the guide asked.
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- “I used to run drones. You know,
those remote controlled flying things.”
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- “Were you doing surveillance or were
you using them to kill people?”
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- “Just surveillance.” This was
a lie. James had directed them to kill people, but didn’t
want to admit this to the guide. He had used the drones to kill
people he was told were terrorists, and he felt good about it.
But on one occasion his drone had gone astray and killed civilians.
He didn’t feel too bad about that; he felt that civilian
deaths were inevitable in a war.
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- “Well James, it’s time for me
to leave you. I have brought you to where you wanted to be. But
I do have some advice for you; always tell the truth and pray
for forgiveness. May God have mercy on you.” The guide got
up to leave.
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- “What about the bill? I’m not
sure I’ve got the right kind of money to pay for the drinks.”
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- “Don’t worry about that,”
the guide replied with a smile. “The drinks are on the house.”
He pushed his chair neatly back under the table and left.
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- James was tempted to follow, but looked
across at the two girls who were now alone at their table. They
saw him looking, stood up and began to walk towards him. James
was relieved to note that their ankles were not chained; they
seemed to be perfectly normal prostitutes.
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- They sat down at his table, one on each
side.
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- “Well honey, are you lonely?”
asked the black girl.
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- James abandoned all thought of following
the guide; his penis was rising again in the presence of the
two overtly sexy girls. “Yes I am,” he said. “Are
you here to comfort me?”
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- “Have you been a naughty boy? Do
you deserve a good whipping?” asked the white girl.
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- “No, I’m not into that sort
of thing.”
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- “You should try it. It can really
turn you on.”
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- “So how much do you charge?”
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- “Charge? Why nothing; our services
are free. We enjoy doing it.”
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- “Free? What kind of place is this?”
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- “Don’t you know?”
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- “No.”
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- “It’s the Eternal City. You
know, it’s the place where we all come after we die.”
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- “Die?”
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- “Yes, honey. You’re dead. At
least you died. Probably of a heart attack I would guess. But
now you can live forever in this place without fear of dying
again.”
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- James’ profound surprise was gradually
replaced with one of joy; he could now fuck prostitutes without
charge for eternity. But something puzzled him; if this was heaven,
why were prostitutes here? “Do only the good people come
here? Where do the bad people go?”
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- “Honey, everyone comes here; the
good, the bad and the ugly.”
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- “Aren’t the bad people punished?”
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- “Oh yes, of course. They are punished
in various ways.”
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- “Are you being punished?”
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- “What!? No, of course not. We’re
good people. We satisfy people and give them pleasure. We make
them happy.”
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- James was silent, wondering about this
new reality.
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- “Well, honey, do you want to come
with us?”
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- “Yes I’d love to.”
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- “Which one, or both of us?”
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- “Both,” James said eagerly.
He had never been with two girls at once and wondered what it
would be like.
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- “Come along then,” said the
white girl and led the way to the back of the saloon striding
out sexily in her high heeled boots. The black girl followed
in her high heeled sandals. James followed them both, fascinated
by the way their asses moved.
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- The girls passed through a door and led
the way into an elevator. “Take me home,” the white
girl said to no one in particular. The doors immediately closed
and the elevator began to accelerate upwards.
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- “Do I have to wear a condom?”
James asked. He hated to wear condoms.
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- “No honey,” the black girl said.
“That’s not necessary. There’s no disease here.
You can fuck us whichever way you want.”
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- His ears popped a couple of times before
the elevator stopped. James noted that the floor number was in
the high six hundreds. As he followed the girls along the corridor
his penis felt like it was being pressed down by his underpants
which seemed to have tightened around his waist. He attributed
the feeling to the rapid altitude change they had just experienced.
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- “Do you girls have handcuffs?”
he asked, his excitement growing.
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- “Oh yes,” the white girl replied.
“We have all that kind of stuff. Whatever turns you on.”
She entered a room, and said, “OK, let's get undressed and
see how eager you are to see us.”
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- James unzipped his trousers and dropped
them. As his hands moved to pull his underpants down, they touched
something hard. He looked down and saw a metal band encircling
his waist, just above his hips. He pulled his underpants further
down and saw that his genitals were completely covered by a metal
shield, the front of which was decorated with a raised metal
X.
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- “Oh honey!” cried the black
girl in a disappointed voice. “What a shame. Why didn’t
you tell us? I was so looking forward to having your penis inside
me, now it’ll just have to be your tongue. I hope you’ve
got a long one.”
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