And quickly ends, because the shaft is not that deep, like maybe five yards,
\ but it sure as hell was good while it lasted.

Even if there is certain death down here I'll die a happy pony. The feeling
\ was amazing, in part because every strap tightens up, also because
\ the collar starts to actually press on the throat, and then there is a pair
\ of foreign objects that are pushed slightly deeper, just enough to feel
\ especially good. And also also as I am even more helpless, it adds to
\ the excitement as well. And also also also I'm not getting out of this huge
\ chastity belt I don't think, so... no easy orgasms in the near future. It's
\ not as bad as it may sound, denial can be fun in its own way.

The old man quickly goes down and closes the hatch. Yeah, looks like some kind
\ of bunker, maybe civil defence? Don't know, don't care. Lights are dim
\ and reddish, but sufficient once the eyes adjust.

"Okay, we can talk here."

I look at him with a poker face, let's see how sharp he is.

"But maybe keep your voice down just in case."

I suck on my gag.

"Oh, the gag? I'll try my best to understand."

I shuffle my legs.

"Are you afraid to talk?"

I shake my head.

"You don't speak English?"

I move my lips.

"You can't talk?"

Almost there.

"Are you mute?"

Finally.

"Oh, man!" -- the disappointment is very thick -- "Yeah, it explains some things I was wondering about."

The minute of silence that followed I'm shamelessly appropriating in loving
\ memory of my missing voice. Get it? Memory? Anyway.

"We'll figure something out. For now I bet you'd like some water."

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