What's next?
You nod
“Excellent,” Mission says, then Bastila drags you closer through your leash, and spits on your face again.
“You will see, by the time the three months passes, all you will think of is serving us,” she says.
The two women spit on your face a couple times, then they take down their boots, and you are instructed to lick their feet under the table.
They also decide to give you some coffee - hot as it gets of course -, then Mission escorts you back to the cargohold. She affixes you in the cage again, then one by one she gets the weights back on your nipples and scrotum.
“Now you won’t have the option to lie on the floor,” she smiles. “And yes: this is part of your endurance training,” she adds, accompanied by a wink. She locks back the blindfold, and you are left alone with your thoughts.
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