The woman frowned in concentration for a moment then, satisfied with the position of her camera, backed away from it to reveal a suburban bedroom, clean and comfortable with a white eiderdown and pillows. From the pocket of her crisp, white shirt she produced a laminated identity card, which she held up to the lens. “I believe the reason gagging there has been no response to my messages is because I am an officer in the Air Corps Police” she said. “As you see, I am Lieutenant Róisín F – here is my service number and date of birth”. As she spoke, two brown muzzles appeared in shot and she smiled down at the mastiffs who had started forward ball licking at the sound of her real voice. “I know that you will find it difficult to trust me,” she went on, in a soft brogue, “so I’m going to give you something utterly compromising”. She squared her shoulders and a wicked gleam came to her eyes as she unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it off. “Gross moral turpitude,” she breathed, “dishonour and disgrace”. The two mastiffs had clambered onto the bed beside her while she spoke, watching with intense expectation as she slowly stripped off her serge skirt to reveal long white legs, very non-regulation black and scarlet satin lingerie and a silver chain around her slim waist. To complete her outfit, she unfastened the studded collar of the nearer dog. It licked enthusiastically at her smiling face while she secured the choker around her own slender neck. “Professional suicide” she whispered, giving the camera an arch glance while tugging at the cups of her brassiere to let her creamy white breasts spill out. She ran her fingers through her short hair. “Have me”! At these words of command, both dogs jumped on her eagerly. She turned rough her head from side to side, open-mouthed, and they licked her lips and tongue. Her hands roamed over their backs and flanks as she sank back on the bed to embrace their thick necks and drink from their slavering maws. Long tongues washed her throat and chest until she guided them to her breasts and luxuriated in the bestial bathing of her nipples, running her fingers through the short fur on their heads. She kept her face turned to her audience as she squirmed beneath them; there was a look of the fiercest depravity on her face and a bold acceptance of the wild challenge she had set herself. She gasped with a thrill of dark pleasure; one of the pov beasts had torn open the lace gusset of her knickers and its muzzle darted forward to delve wetly into the folds of her cunt. They were leaving in two days ball licking but his dad had already taken off of work gagging so they could go shopping and pack and stuff… all that mattered to me was that my summer of fucking apparently ended yesterday. Ted you must stop thinking about me like this ok?? about what you did before, you was a real small kid but now you are a big and handsome and good looking so you can meet a sexy beautiful girl or woman you don`t need to think about me. There are a lot of sexy beautiful girls go and meet them darling and forget me I am like your mom and older than you and I am your uncle wife and my kids are in the same age with you and I promise you i will keep this secret between us ok darling? I was panting. Whenever Dong or Wu came into my room and saw the charger trapped between my legs they’d just stare for a few seconds then get on with whatever they’d come in for. Michael sat down on the bed, wracking his brain to remember how he had gotten pov here. I felt his cock swell and contract. Don’t ask me why because I don’t know rough why." Every warrior eventually has a moment like Emmy’s, a moment where the gruesome reality of taking another human being’s life bursts through the dams that we all erect to block out that torment. "Ed," she said, ignoring his rank, "I'm taking a walk in a few minutes to go see the Cabins." I'll join you into my study group.”