<strong>Mordecai ~ with Emma</strong><br/><br/>Mordecai was finished spilling his load when Emma collapsed. Lucky for her he was done. However it brought up a problem with the helmet. It might just be a little heavy and cumbersome. It was old technology and it was designed to be icky. She could do just as well with a hood. But had she earned it?<br/><br/>Mordecai pondered that very question as he rolled her on her back. Loosening the strap that held her head in place under her chin which might allow more comfortable breathing he contemplated her recent behavior. He drained her bladder as he dripped fluid and food down the NG tube.<br/><br/>A few more days of this treatment and she’d beg for a hood. Bread would seem like a banquet. Talk about grateful. When she was awake again he’d remove the plug. He wanted to show her off to Madeline and give Emma a reward. He’d remove the helmet and place her head in a hood.<br/><br/>Tomorrow if she performed well in the morning he’d keep her in a cage in his room when he wasn‘t taking her to training. She was his property but he had other matters. Helen was high on his list. She had been neglected a day too long but she needed to heal before he went to her.<br/><br/>All in good time. He looked down to see if Emma was waking.