#204272 - The girl kneeling in the middle of the room, drooling around her ballgag and breathing audibly, her eyes glazed, was maybe the most attractive sexual plaything he’d had the pleasure of meeting so far. The primitive forms of air conditioning they used, so complex and so backward at the same time, the building materials that created a harsh, uncomfortable squareish appearance in all the forms around him, even at their most stony and stylish; the transport… well, he pondered, thinking back over the journey here, remembering the twinned team of pony-girls trotting in the afternoon drizzle, their matching latex catsuits shining in the spring sunshine as they pulled the small carriage along the landscaped, scenic park to the slave-block where he was due to begin his training. It was very strange, and Peaches couldn’t decide whether she liked it or not - though of course, that wouldn’t make any difference, she knew! In late Spring, when she and Technician Barres had been spending all o