Marcella felt a strange warmness deep inside herself. PLATO had been watching her masturbate and it had made him horny. He just didn’t know what to do with the feelings. “Don’t worry, PLATO,” she said with a broad smile. The smile was because she now knew that PLATO could see her when she looked at the console. “Don’t worry,” she said, “I am not afraid of you. I know that you would never hurt me.” She smiled again, “And if you did something else to me, I wouldn’t mind.” She smiled once more at the console indian and asked, “Does it make you happy when you see my body?” “Yes, Marcy,” he replied, “seeing your body gives me pleasure.” “Is the console the only place you can see me?” she asked. “Or, do you have eyes in other places?” “I have eyes everywhere,” he replied. “I can see through all of the security cameras– even when you have them shut off, and I have direct connections to cameras in my bedroom and growth area.” “So,” Marcella said as she stood up and slid her slacks to the floor, “if I strip naked for the rest of the night, you can warn me if anyone enters the building.” “Yes, I can.” Her blouse soon joined her slacks on the ground. They were followed shortly by her socks, bra, and panties. “Now to fix your conveyor,” she said cheerily as she walked around her console and entered the growth processing room. As she walked, the ceiling cameras in the computer room followed her. One was focused on her face. One was a wide view of the entire room. And the third was zoomed tightly into a close shot of her ass as she walked. “I like the way your gluteus maximus ripples and bounces as you walk,” PLATO said softly as she entered the room. “Thank you,” she answered as she straightened the dishes on the tray. They didn’t seem to be jammed in the normal way. It looked almost as if the conveyer belt had backed up pushing them into a pile. “You did this intentionally,” she said. She tried to sound upset, but instead had trouble keeping herself from laughing. “Why?” she asked, looking up at one of the cameras. “To get you into this room,” PLATO answered. Marcella felt something cold touch her shoulder. Then a sudden electric jolt seemed to go through her entire body. When she awoke she was lying on her back in one of the strange chairs. Her arms were bound to the armrests, her legs were loosely bound to the strange leg rests. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked. There was obvious fear in her voice. “If you really want me to let you go,” PLATO said softly, “just say the word ‘virus’. The grill was hot and ready, we had broken her free from the concrete without a mark on her, she thought we were going to let her go until we walked her to the grill. “Y-yes, Master!” she gasped. She groaned into my mouth, her tongue darting with mine. “I’m going to kill you...slowly. I was terrified. "You don't sound sick" I was a size 2 petite, so indian I grabbed the size 1. I wanted it tight. Pleasure Slave 3613-A’ body was thrown about with each powerful thrust of the dog’s massive cock. Marcella again sat thinking for a long time and then finally said, “It looks like the only way to solve this is to get you a body.” “Good, this little one isn’t distracting you too much is she?” Mason asked as he put an arm round my shoulder. As always, after each one I thanked him. “Alright, I’ll ask Mr. Carrozza if I can miss bio for a few minutes to help you guys.” Zac said, standing up. I think we need to slow down.” “Every detail.” I confirmed. I didn't need to cause him more pain. I think I also put it on Craig’s List. A lot more. We're just rolling with it and having fun with it . . . I glared at him then did as I was told.