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several feet.
    A small steamdroid brandished a metal baton
at me with obvious menace. I recognized it as Annette's gardening
droid, though it was not holding its usual tools. "What is the
meaning of this!" I cried.
    "I asked you to wait," she said. "It will
not let you unbind me yet."
    I struggled for words. "Your droid-- I
don't-- When will it?"
    "When I am pleased," she said, pinning me
with her dark eyes. How she exerted such a powerful presence
clothed only in a corset and boots, bound by her wrists on the
ground, was beyond my understanding.
    "I don't understand. Do you mean..." I found
the word so profane and absurd. "...sexually?" Annette was a very
rude girl with the mind and spirit of an adventuress. Alarmingly,
she seemed to enjoy the act of intercourse more than I. "Will it
not let me touch you?" I asked, eyeing the droid. It stood on its
four squat little legs at her side, something akin to a large,
angry crab. I was not keen on being bludgeoned again.
    "No," she said. "Not until I am
satisfied."
    My exasperation was obvious. "If I cannot
touch you, then how can I satisfy you?"
    "My physician said it is important for a
woman's health for her to experience paroxysm. He kindly sold me
the apparatus that can trigger it."
    I stared at her as if she was daft. At that
moment, the hiss and rumble of the train's engine reached our car,
which lurched. The train was departing for Paris!
    Immediately, I sprang for her again. I was
met with a cry of "Watch out!" and another smack from the
steamdroid's baton. This time, it struck my left forearm.
    "Ow!" I howled, cradling my limb. "Woman,
you're crazy! What do you want me to do?"
    "Drop your pants and hold yourself."
    I sputtered, "Excuse me?"
    "I won't give it the order to treat me until
you drop your pants and hold yourself."
    I realized that the "it" she was referring
to was the droid. It occurred to me then that the baton it held was
crudely phallic in shape. I began to object, but the car lurched
again as it began to move. Annette was stubborn--very stubborn--and
I knew that if I did not submit to her demand, we would soon be in
Paris.
    I nearly fell over while dropping my
trousers. "Sit, you silly thing!" she said. The car shook, I lost
my balance, and I found that I had no choice but to fall into a
sitting position on the floor of the car. Indeed, I landed just in
time to catch the gaslamp, which bounced and began to tip onto its
side.
    Embarrassingly, I was already erect from the
sight of her. She smiled broadly, evidently pleased at this
reaction. Oh, that look! Dark embers burned in those irises. Forget
dinner, forget Paris, forget the silly droid with its bludgeoning
stick--right then, I only wanted to kneel over her low, curved
form, grasp that rope in my hands, and thrust myself between those
welcomingly parted legs!
    Her eyes traveled from my cock to my face.
Her expression was patiently impatient. I opened my mouth to
object--I could almost feel her around me, under me--but thought
better of it as the car jolted and brought me back to my
predicament. I hesitated, then wrapped my hand around my cock and
looked at her. I tried to pretend I was merely holding it to guide
it into her wet flesh.
    Apparently, it was not enough for Annette.
"Don't just sit there. Jerk it," she said.
    I was alarmed. "That's obscene! My palms
will grow fur!"
    "Of course they won't! Now, try it. Pretend
you are milking a cow."
    I muttered that I had never milked a cow in
my life, and didn't believe that it was anything like this, anyway.
I looked down at my member in my hand, remembering how my mother
had chastised me if ever I had reached below my waist. Yet, I was
in such a bind, I had no choice.
    I went slowly at first and very loosely,
believing that perhaps the act would not truly count as long as I
was barely gripping it. The light touch recalled to me Annette's
hand brushing over my cock, teasingly. I remembered thinking that
she was such a saucy girl, waking me from a doze like