of the Coast Guard was about to leave the vessel, he heard some woman
crying hysterically. Or maybe more than one woman... It sounded suspicious,
and even though Mr. Chnksng had been so helpful and had an answer
for everthing, he did seem anxious to be on his way.

"Sir", said the Commander of the Coast Guard, 'I hear women screaming?'

Sir Chnksng looked startled. Wow, he always has the right anwers and knows
what to do and well, is an expert on just about everything...but this question
gave him pause.

Little did the Commander know that yes this was a Sir and he had boarded
our cruise of dungeon slaves.

I was hysterical, not from the gor and violence, (that head being blown up
was great), but from the fact every hunk was killed before they could even
board our boat!!!

And I had dubs on the captain.

I lay there hysterically sobbing over the unfairness of it, so still, and calming
down. The heavy bondage was a bit much, and I did look a bit goofy in
the helmet thingy, but imagine my surprise when a Coast Guard comes in
and finds me nude and bound on the bed, hysterically crying.

Uh!!! 'Men, get down here, we have some captive women that need help!!!'
The alarming tone in the Commander's voice caused me to try to tell him
that this was normal, but only muffled sounds came out...

Poor Sir Chnksng how is he going to explain to the authorities about 4 nude
heavily bound women. He will have to do some fast talking.

Jenny
white collar (especially for the Coast Guards)