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And quickly ends, because the shaft is not that deep, like maybe five yards,
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\ but it sure as hell was good while it lasted.
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Even if there is certain death down here I'll die a happy pony. The feeling
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\ was amazing, in part because every strap tightens up, also because
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\ the collar starts to actually press on the throat, and then there is a pair
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\ of foreign objects that are pushed slightly deeper, just enough to feel
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\ especially good. And also also as I am even more helpless, it adds to
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\ the excitement as well. And also also also I'm not getting out of this huge
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\ chastity belt I don't think, so... no easy orgasms in the near future. It's
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\ not as bad as it may sound, denial can be fun in its own way.
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The old man quickly goes down and closes the hatch. Yeah, looks like some kind
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\ of bunker, maybe civil defence? Don't know, don't care. Lights are dim
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\ and reddish, but sufficient once the eyes adjust.
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"Okay, we can talk here."
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I look at him with a poker face, let's see how sharp he is.
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"But maybe keep your voice down just in case."
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I suck on my gag.
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"Oh, the gag? I'll try my best to understand."
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I shuffle my legs.
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"Are you afraid to talk?"
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I shake my head.
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"You don't speak English?"
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I move my lips.
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"You can't talk?"
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Almost there.
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"Are you mute?"
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Finally.
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"Oh, man!" -- the disappointment is very thick -- "Yeah, it explains some things I was wondering about."
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The minute of silence that followed I'm shamelessly appropriating in loving
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\ memory of my missing voice. Get it? Memory? Anyway.
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"We'll figure something out. For now I bet you'd like some water."
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[[Yeah, I would.|mute_copy_bunker_arrival_01]]
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