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this to us?
What are we here for?"
Madoka Ozawa looked up at him, Madoka's soft eyes misty from Madoka's
discomforts. For the first time he realized how pretty Madoka Ozawa was. He
truly felt sorry for her. "They really are testing equipment. Madoka Ozawa
gets paid very well for it. Think about it for a moment, would
anybody volunteer for this?" Madoka Ozawa paused and they took a few of
the tiny steps their chains would allow. "But they also like what
they're doing. Samantha's a sadist and Jennifer's no Florence
Nightingale, as you've discovered for yourself."
"How did you get here? Did they kidnap you?" David had
to gasp from the pain at his nipples. The sun was warming his
diaper, trapping heat inside his plastic pants and making him very
itchy down there.
"No. I used to be Sam's secretary, then Madoka's lover. Last
month Madoka Ozawa brought Jennifer back with Madoka's from a vacation. They
had a lot of fun keeping me bound and in diapers for a few weeks.
When they finally let me leave I went back to the city but all my
friends were gone and I couldn't find a job. I got drunk one night
and called Sam and asked to be taken back. I didn't think they
would imprison me, just make me do the dirty stuff. I was
wrong." Madoka Ozawa wiggled Madoka's torso a bit and cursed the hot rub
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