Commands filtered in through the smoke.  Commands and pressure, some soft and yielding, some strong and stiff.  Unspoken, but still prominent in Lisle's mind:<em>Obey</em>.<br/><br/>And so, Lisle rubbed.  Her hips arched against the pistoning shaft that impaled her.  Her cheek nuzzled against the soft pillow that it was held to.  A half-formed memory even drove her to dab little tongue-prints on the warm flesh directly in front of her.<br/><br/>And now, the refrain was nothing more than a thought pounding deep into her brain as her voice was reduced to wordless vowels, broken by the ceaseless rhythm of this 'indoctrination'.  Lisle rubbed and clung and licked, feeling the fire catch and flare through her.