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Drugged (MF, MC, drugs)
by Don CA

*

Triloxacin:  A colorless, tasteless drug to 
be taken orally, invented by the Matabin 
Pharmaceutical company.  A painkiller for 
those with severe terminal illness (cancer, 
etc).  Fuses itself to nerve endings blocking 
the sense of pain.  Sends a euphoric feeling 
to patient, and a relaxed, subdued feeling to 
brain.  Unfortunately, euphoric feeling only 
lasts a few seconds (although patients have 
described it as hours.  This seems to be an 
after effect on the brain).

Side effects:  Drug is 100% addicting, both 
on a physical and psychological level.  
Physical addiction consists of a change in 
the brain and nerve centers.  Patient feels a 
need for the drug almost immediately after 
use.  After 12 hours, the effects on the 
nerves sends periodic spasms of fire like 
pain throughout the nervous system at one to 
two hour intervals, lasting for about five 
seconds. After 36 hours, the spasm rate will 
increase throughout the body from 
approximately one-hour intervals to fifteen 
minute intervals, until 48 hours, when 
patient can expect spasms every fifteen 
minutes.  From 48 hours to 72 hours, spasms 
will remain steady at fifteen minute, but 
duration of spasms will increase until 72 
hours.  At this stage, the nerve spasm is 
continuous, patient losses all control of 
their nerve cells and neurological functions, 
making it appear he/she is in a coma.  
Patient will experience the pain spasms at 
all times in this stage.  There appears to be 
no way to remove patient from coma except by 
giving triloxacin or triloxan (see below).  
Psychological effects seems to be an extreme 
dependency on drug supplier as well as drug, 
with a heightened fear of loss of drug and 
supplier.  Appears to also act as 
aphrodisiac.  No know cure for addiction once 
given.  Matabin has stopped all research on 
drug.

       
       
Triloxan:  Same as triloxacin, except does 
not give feeling of euphoria.  Will "reset" 
drug counter to zero to delay coma.

       
       
Triloxcin:  An attempt to remove drug from 
nerve endings to stop physical addiction of 
triloxacin in-patients.  Unfortunately, it 
puts patient into immediate pain coma without 
removing triloxacin from patients system.



KATHY'S RECRUITMENT
By
Don CA



Kathy Breamer looked up at the two-story house.  Its shape 
was outlined against Friday early evening's skyline as she walked 
along the cement path leading to the large double doors at the 
front.  The heat of the summer sun struck her body, warming it as 
she walked, her sweat gluing her red silk blouse and black skirt 
to her skin.  It was a beautiful house, she thought to herself.  
Sitting on about five wooded acres on a small hill looking over 
the pacific coast ten miles away, with the sleepy town of Oxnard 
spread out below it.

Very little had ever scared Kathy in her twenty three years 
of life, but what waited for her in this house did.  She had 
graduated from Harvard Business College a year earlier and landed 
a job immediately in southern California as a vice president of a 
large modeling agency.  She had originally applied there as a 
model, her slim 5'4", 105 lbs., 35-23-36 body with long dark hair 
and hazel eyes had made her a natural.  And when the company had 
found out she had brains, too, she had gone straight to the top 
in short order.  But last Wednesday, something had gone wrong.

It was an early Wednesday afternoon party, being given by 
the president for landing a contract with a large cosmetics 
company, worth over 50 million.  She had just taken a sip of 
punch when it hit her, a feeling of intense pleasure, like a 
thousand orgasms at once.  It seemed to last for hours, such an 
intense feeling she had never known before.  When it ended, she 
looked around her, sure that everyone must be staring at her now.  
To her amazement no one had noticed a thing.  Looking at her 
watch, she realized that hardly any time had passed.

Quickly excusing herself, she grabbed a full cup of punch 
and almost ran to her office.  She downed the punch, but to her 
dismay, nothing happened.

She went home that evening to her Beverly Hills apartment, 
wondering if she had imagined it all.  No, she couldn't have.  
She had felt that pleasure, and she wanted it again, at any cost.

As she stripped off her clothes in her bedroom, she noticed 
a wet feeling against her thighs.  Reaching down with her hand, 
she realized her pussy was sopping wet with her juice.  When her 
hand brushed her clit through her dainty panties, a low moan 
escaped her lips.  Her hand slipped down her flat, hard, stomach, 
reaching inside her panties to her cunt.  Her fingers brushed 
against her clit, rubbing the outside of her pussy as her other 
hand reached up into her bra and began to tug at one of her tits.  
She molded the firm mammary in her hand, pulling on the nipple 
until it hurt, then moved over to the other breast.

She unhooked the latch on the front of the bra, removing the 
elastic material, allowing her two melon size orbs to free 
themselves from their confinement.  Quickly her other hand pulled 
her panties down, ripping them in her haste.  She lied down on 
her bed, her smooth, tanned legs spread wide and bent at the 
knees so she had easy access to her cunt.

"Owwww", she moaned, as her hand raced down into her sopping 
pussy.  Two of her fingers buried themselves into her love 
mound, stroking her hot clit as they moved into her.

She licked her lips, her loud moans turning her on even 
further.  She brought her other hand up to her face, sucking in 
her fingers like it was a mans dick.  Her tongue ran along the 
fingers, her mind wishing it was the real thing.  As her hand 
worked on her pussy, plunging in and out to meet her thrusting 
hips, she removed the hand from her mouth and started to rub her 
tits again.  First one breast, then the other, tugging on the 
nipples until they were hard and sore to the touch.  She 
continued, the fingers moving like pistons in and out of her love 
nest, bringing her closer to orgasm, the pain exciting her even 
more.

The orgasm shook her body, her fingers buried deep inside 
her cunt.  She rocked back and forth on the bed.  Her legs closed 
tightly together, her knees drawn up to her chest, locking her 
fingers deep inside pussy, her other hand gripping her breast in 
a vise like hold.  For 5 minutes she laid there and shook, but 
when it was over, her mind went back to the feeling she had at 
the party, wanting it again, not this pale comparison.

She got up, took a quick shower, ate a light meal and went 
to bed, still thinking about the party, and wondering what had 
happened to her.

Kathy awoke at 6:00 am the next morning, coming out of a 
dream where she was making love, but couldn't quite cum.  Feeling 
the wetness between her legs, she knew she had to shower again.

Shit, she thought, what's happening to me?  Am I becoming a 
sex freak or what?

As she sat at her table, reading the morning paper and 
drinking her coffee, she couldn't get the party out of her mind.  
She wanted that feeling again, at any cost.  But how?  What had 
caused it?

Oh well, she thought, time to get to work.  As she rose from 
her chair, it hit.  A giant wall of flame seemed to engulfed her 
entire body, sending her sprawling across the kitchen floor.  She 
laid there in pain for about five seconds, panic spreading 
through her mind.  Then it ended.  Just as quickly as it had 
begun, it was over.  She stood on shaking legs, her breast 
swaying slightly in her bra as she sucked in air, trying to 
control her panic.

What the fuck is happening to me, she thought to herself?  I 
don't know what's going on, but someone is going to pay!  She was 
sure someone had spiked the punch, and was determined to find out 
who!

But she didn't.  No one at work knew anything.  She had 
listened and talked to everyone discreetly.  No one knew.  By 
noon she had two more attacks.

Kathy was now a very scared young girl.

When she got up the next morning, the attacks were becoming 
more frequent, waking her up like clockwork all night long.

By noon that Friday, she was ready to call a doctor.  The 
attacks were driving her crazy, and she couldn't get her mind off 
of them or her pleasure attack enough to get anything done.

Right after noon, her secretary walked into her office, 
"Excuse me, Miss Breamer, but a young lady asked me to give this 
to you, saying it would explain your problem.".

Kathy jumped up, "Were is she?", she screamed at the poor 
secretary.

"She's gone, Mam.  She just dropped this off and left before 
I could even as her name.".

"I see.", Kathy replied.  Damn her, she thought to herself, 
stupid bitch!  "Give me the envelope and then you may leave.".

"Yes Mam.", she replied, handing her the letter, and 
hurrying from the office.

After she left, Kathy ripped the envelope open.  Her heart 
cried as she read it.

"If you want to feel the ecstasy again, and stop the pain, 
come to 3200 Lincoln way in Oxnard after 5:00 p.m. today.  If you 
do not come today, do not come ever.  Do not come before 5:00, 
and do not tell anyone were you are going.  If you do, I will 
know, and you will never have the pleasure again, but the pain 
will last forever!".

Kathy read and reread the note.  My god, she thought, what 
should she do.  But even as her mind raced with options, another 
pain spasm racked her body, and she knew she would go to this 
address, and give them whatever they wanted.

It was 5:15 in the evening when she walked up to the house.  
She stopped for a minute, starring at the huge house in front of 
her, wondering if she should go on.  Even as she argued with 
herself, the pain hit.  The attacks were coming more often now, 
every fifteen minutes, and they appeared to last longer each 
time.  She fell sideways onto some flowers, her ankles bending 
from her high heels.  As the attack ended, she started to walk 
forward to the house.  She knew that she had no choice.

Kathy's trembling hand reached up and pushed the door bell 
button.  She stood there for several minutes, getting ready to 
ring again, when one of the giant doors opened.

"You must be Kathy.  The master is expecting you, come in."

Kathy stood staring at the young blonde.  She couldn't be 
over eighteen or nineteen, Kathy thought, extremely pretty.  She 
was about 5'1" or so, about 100 lbs. with nice size breasts, not 
giant ones, but adequate, with a nice butt, smooth legs, and long 
hair, down to her ass.  She was wearing a black silk body blouse 
with cute nylon running shorts on.  Around her neck she 
appeared to be wearing some sort of collar.  As the wind moved 
the blouse slightly, Kathy realized the girl wasn't wearing a 
bra.

"Just who is this Master, and who are you?", Kathy asked in 
a defiant tone.  She already didn't like the way this was going.

"My name is Linda, and that is all I am allowed to say.  The 
Master will explain the rest to you.  You must come in or leave 
here forever."

"All right.", Kathy replied, taking a deep breath and 
stepping inside the entrance of the house, the coolness sending a 
quick shiver through her hot body.

Linda closed the door behind her and started to walk down 
the large hallway.

"Follow me," she said to Kathy as she walked away.

Kathy followed her through the house.  As they passed 
through one room, she could see a spiral stairway.  At the other 
end she saw a plate glass window looking into the backyard. There 
she saw a large swimming pool, with a young black girl doing 
aerobics in a skimpy two piece bikini.

"Wait here.", Linda instructed Kathy as they entered what 
seemed to be study, with books engulfing two walls, from floor to 
ceiling.  A large desk sat at the far end, with some chairs and a 
sofa at the end she was standing at.

"Where are you going?", Kathy asked, but not fast enough, 
Linda had already left and shut the door.

She looked around the room, sighing to herself, settling 
into one of the chairs to wait.

After ten minutes, and one pain attack, the door opened.

Mike walked into his study, looking at Kathy as he entered 
the room.  He stopped about five feet from her and stared at her.  
She is a looker, he thought.  She will make a great slave.

Kathy rose as Mike entered.  She looked him over quickly.  
About 6'1", she thought, 180 lbs., short dark hair, and not bad 
looking.

"I do not like being treated this way, whoever you are.  
What you have done to me is illegal and you'd better come clean 
with me if you don't expect to spend the rest of your life in 
prison!  Now what is your name, and why am I here.", Kathy said 
to him with a false sense of courage, hoping to put this stranger 
on the defensive.

"My name is unimportant to you, you will address me as 
Master from now on.", he replied coolly to her.

Her anger flared as she yelled back at him, "I will NOT call 
you Master, or anything else.  You have ten seconds to start 
explaining to me what is going on or else!".

"Or else what, Kathy?  You aren't going to do anything.  If 
you don't like it, leave.  Right through the door you walked in 
to get here, Linda will lead you out.  Just forget about the 
elation you felt Wednesday, or the pain you've felt since."

Kathy thought over her options for a few seconds, her false 
courage quickly leaving her.

"What do you want from me?", Kathy almost whispered to him, 
the fight gone from her at the thought of never feeling the 
pleasure again.

He just stared at her for several minutes, before it dawned 
on her what he wanted.

"I mean, what do want, Master?", she asked, the tears 
beginning to move down her cheeks.

"That's better.", he replied.  "Your attitude is improving.  
But before we go any further, why don't I give you another hit of 
that drug you like so much.  It will stop the pain attacks and 
make it easier for us to discuss payment."

"All right.".  Kathy's body was beginning to tremble just 
thinking about the pleasure.  She must have it, she seemed to 
need it more than anything else.

"Fine, just lie down on the couch there so you don't fall 
down and I'll give you some.".

Kathy lied down on the leather couch as Mike pulled a small 
bottle from his pocket.  He took an eyedropper from the bottle 
with one or two drops of fluid in it.

"Now just lie back and open your mouth, and I'll put it 
right in.", he said to her.

She bent her head back slightly and opened her mouth wide, 
giving him her tongue as a target to drop the liquid.  She felt a 
drop hit her tongue and she quickly sucked it in, waiting for the 
intense pleasure to quick in.

It didn't.  What did hit her was pain, the same pain spasms 
that had hit her before, only this one didn't stop.  She tried to 
cry out, but her body refused to obey her.  It was as if her 
entire body was on fire, and with each passing second it seemed 
to get worse.

In the background she heard the Master sit in a chair across 
from her.

"What you are experiencing, Kathy is the drug triloxcin.  It 
was made as an antidote to the first drug that was given you, 
triloxacin.  As you can tell, it doesn't work.

"I know you can hear me, even though any doctor that looked 
at you would assume that you were in a coma.  That is what 
triloxacin does to you after 72 hours if don't have another dose.  
I'm doing this to you to let you know what your life will be like 
if you don't do as I say.  You will go into this coma, and the 
doctors will put you on life support because your alpha brain 
waves will show you are still alive.  You will spend the rest of 
your life in a living hell, the pain getting worse every day with 
no escape possible.  If, on the other hand, you are a good slave 
and do as you are told, I will give you the pleasure drug once a 
day, and you will be happy for the rest of your life.

"I'm going to leave you here, like this for two hours to 
think about it Kathy.  When I get back, you have two choices, 1: 
get on your knees, pledging yourself as my slave to fulfill my 
every wish, or 2: walk out the door, to never return.  Once you 
leave, there is no coming back.  Think about it," Mike told her 
as she laid on the couch, her body showing no signs of the pain 
going on inside.

I'll do it, Kathy screamed to herself.  Stop the pain, I'll 
do whatever you want!  But no words would come from her mouth, 
and as she heard the door shut, she knew she was alone.  The pain 
was building, and she swore once he came back, she would do 
whatever he wanted.  She never wanted to go through this again.

After what seemed like two years rather than two hours in 
her pain coma, she heard the door gently open and then shut.  
Footsteps came toward her, and she felt someone open her mouth, 
even through the pain.

And it ended, just like that.  As fast as it started, it 
stopped.  She had control of her body again.

"Well slave, time to choose.  Either go or kneel, make up 
your mind.", the Master told her softly.

Kathy struggled off the couch, still a little shaky from her 
ordeal.  She looked over at the Master, standing back about five 
or six feet.  She quickly moved over to him, not even bothering 
to stand but crawling.

She got on her knees before him, saying, "Master, I promise 
to do whatever you wish.  I am your property to do with as you 
please.  Please take me as your slave.".

"Very good slave, not a bad little speech.  You did not feel 
the pleasure when I gave you the drug this time.  That is because 
you will only be given that drug when you please and obey me.  
This drug will delay the pain coma for 72 hours.  Do you 
understand?"

"Yes.", Kathy lied.  She really didn't, but she wasn't going 
to take any chances.

She never saw the hand, it came quickly from her left side, 
an opened handed slap on her cheek that sent her sprawling and 
left a bright red mark on the side of her head.

"You will refer to me as Master, don't ever forget that!", 
he told her.

"Ye, yes, Mas, Master.", she stuttered out to him, quickly 
getting back on her knees, not wanting to get hit again.

"That type of behavior will not get you the pleasure you 
want. Understand?".

"Yes Master.", she said.

"Good.  Now stand up and remove your clothes.  Quickly!", he 
barked to her.

Kathy jumped up, not wanting to get hit again, but also 
because she wanted to feel the pleasure again, and would do 
anything to avoid the pain.  She quickly removed her blouse, then 
her bra, her tits standing almost straight out, with very little 
sag.  She lowered her skirt, down to her ankles and stepped out 
of it.  Then her panty hose.  She carefully rolled them down her 
smooth legs and set them aside.  Next came her bikini panties.  
For some reason they were wet with her juices, leaving little 
streaks on her legs as she lowered them to the floor and kicked 
them out of the way.

As soon as she was naked, she got back down on her knees in 
front of her Master.

"Very good, slave.  Keep this up and you just might get some 
pleasure later after all.  Now stand up so I can have a good look 
at you.", Mike told her.

She stood up, hands at her sides, head bowed, as Mike slowly 
walked around her, giving her the once over.

"Spread your legs more.", he said.

She moved her legs apart, giving him easy access to her 
dripping pussy.

He reached out to her breasts, standing in front of her 
naked body.  He kneaded the firm flesh in his hands, enjoying the 
hot feel of her skin.  He roughly pulled at her nipple until a 
soft moan escaped from her lips.

She was a beaut, he thought.  He reached down to her pussy, 
parting her lips and slipped a finger easily inside.  She was 
wet, her cum beginning to run down his finger as he pumped it in 
and out of her.  He added another, so that he had two fingers 
slowly moving into her, brushing her clit with every stroke.

The fingers inside her pussy were driving Kathy crazy.  She 
could not believe how turned on she was by all this.  She felt 
the fingers moving into her, rubbing her little clit with each 
stroke.  Her thighs began to move with his fingers, trying to 
keep them buried inside her.  His other hand was still rubbing 
her tits, keeping the nipples hot and hard, bringing her even 
closer to orgasm.  She groaned as she felt his fingers leave her 
pussy, not wanting him to stop.

"Suck my fingers like a cock, slave!", Mike told her as he 
moved his hand up to his mouth.

Kathy opened her mouth when she felt his fingers pressing 
against her lips.  She sucked the digits into her wet oral hole, 
cleaning her salty fluid from his fingers as her tongue moved up 
and down their length like a real cock.  She felt his fingers 
leave her mouth after they were clean and move back down to her 
pussy.  They plunged back inside her moist hole, coating 
themselves again in her juice as they pumped up into her, only to 
leave and head back up to her mouth.

She didn't need to be told this time, her mouth opened and 
she sucked the fingers inside her.  She quickly cleaned them of 
juice, and they left again for her pussy.

Mike watched his new slave squirm under his fingers.  He 
moved his hand back and forth from pussy to mouth for about ten 
minutes, as she continued to clean his fingers of her cunt juice 
each time.

"Ok, slave, now put this one.", he told her, handing her a 
black dog collar.

She looked at the collar for a second.  It looked just like 
the one she had seen around Linda's neck.  She took it and put it 
around her neck without a word, tightening it as best she could.

Mike admired her for a second.  She looked great standing 
there in front of him, head bowed, legs spread, and wearing a 
collar!

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back.", he 
ordered her, "Time for some restraints.".

She hesitated for a second, then turned around, her hands 
locking onto each other behind her back.  She felt Mike pry her 
hands apart and force each of her hands into some kind of glove 
that ran almost up to her shoulders on each arm.  Then she felt 
him tighten up the restraint, and realized it actually was one 
glove and he was tightening it up her back, pulling her arms 
together so her elbows touched, then continued the rest of the 
way up to her shoulders.  When he finished, her arms were bound 
tightly together behind her, her shoulders being pulled back and 
toward each other painfully.

Mike turned her around and looked at his handiwork.  With 
her bound this way, her chest seemed to push even further out 
from her arched body.

"Kneel and suck my cock, slave.  Be warned, if I feel one 
bite on my dick, your going to get a full 12 hours of pain 
drug.", Mike told her as he pulled his pants and jockey shorts 
off.

"Yes, Master.", Kathy told him, shuddering to herself 
thinking of 12 hours of pain.  The two had almost killed her, the 
last thing she wanted was more!

She slid down to her knees and stared at his cock.  My god, 
she thought, the thing is huge!  At least 9", maybe 10", she 
judged, but so thick.  She was going to have a hell of a time not 
hitting her teeth on it.

Kathy moved her face close to his erection, her nostrils 
catching the putrid smell of urine, sweat, and cum from his groin 
area.  She forced herself to ignore it and moved her mouth to his 
rigid tool, opening wide to take in much as she could, working 
her mouth half way down its length before starting back up.  Her 
tongue lapped at the underside on each stroke, then twirled 
across the sensitive top before starting back down.

"Take it all slave.  All the way into your throat, till you 
hit bottom!", Mike ordered her.

Kathy cringed at the thought, but tried to force more into 
her mouth.  When it reached the back of her throat, she started 
to choke and couldn't get any more inside.  She continued to lick 
as hard as she could hoping that would please her Master.

The next time her mouth moved down his shaft, Mike was ready 
for her.  As his penis hit the back of her throat and she started 
to move back up its length, Mike grabbed her head and slammed 
forward with his hips, burying his cock deep within her mouth, 
her nose smashed into his groin.  She struggled to move back, but 
he held her firmly in place.

"Stop trying to move, your not going to die, but if you 
don't sit still, I'll leave it in your throat until you pass 
out!", Mike told her.

Kathy had felt him grab her head and knew what was going to 
happen, but it still surprised her when his cock slammed into the 
back of her mouth and ground itself deeply into her throat.  At 
first she panicked, not being able to breath, but once she heard 
her Master tell her to stop she did.  She did not want to get him 
mad at her again!

After a few seconds he relaxed his grip on her head and 
moved it backward, all the way to the tip of his shaft, then 
plunged it back down until her nose was once again against his 
groin.  He did this several times with her, keeping his dick 
buried deep inside her throat for about twenty seconds each time 
until he thought she had it down and then released her to carry 
on alone.

Kathy felt him let go of her head after a few more strokes 
into her throat.  She quickly buried her head deep into his pubic 
mound, eager to show her master that she would do anything to 
please him.

As her mouth moved up and down his hard manhood, her tongue 
was licking all along its length, moving up and down its length, 
tickling it with each stroke.  She was beginning to enjoy this 
for some reason, the throbbing cock feeling good when it was 
buried inside her throat, pushing against her air pipe.  The 
thought of the cum inside his balls was forcing her to work 
faster.  She wanted that cum inside her mouth.  She wanted to 
suck it all down into her stomach, to try and please her Master, 
who controlled the drug she so desperately needed.

Mike could feel the orgasm approaching swiftly.  He reached 
down and grabbed her head again, this time finding no resistance 
from her.  He pulled her mouth onto his shaft, burying it deep in 
her throat as he began to pour his jism into her.  After the 
first few shots into her throat, he pulled her head back, forcing 
her to take the cum into her mouth.  Making her taste his seed as 
shot after shot hit her tongue, some dripping down the sides of 
her mouth to the floor below because she couldn't swallow fast 
enough.  He let go of her and watched her continue to suck on his 
torrid dick, her tongue licking up along the shaft to catch what 
was about to drip onto the floor.  After his shaft was clean, she 
looked down at his spilled seed on the hardwood floor and bent 
her head down and licked it clean, moaning to herself as she did.  
Then her head moved back up to his spent rod, her mouth taking it 
back inside.

When her Master grabbed her head a second time, she knew he 
must be ready to cum.  As her head slammed into his groin, she 
felt his huge dick start to throb as it released its load into 
her.  She worked on his dick, trying to massage it with her 
throat.  As his hand guided her head back to his spewing tip, she 
knew what he wanted.  He wanted her to taste his cum before she 
swallowed it all.  She let her headrest with only a third of his 
rod inside her eagerly sucking mouth, trying to swallow his salty 
fluid as it poured into her.  She couldn't get it all.  Some 
leaked out onto his stiff member and down to the floor, but she 
still tried to get as much as she could, actually beginning to 
like the taste and feel of his jism inside mouth.

After she was sure his cock was through shooting his seed 
into her mouth, Kathy used her tongue along the length of his 
softening manhood to lick up all of his nectar that had spilled 
out.  Looking down, she saw some had fallen onto the floor.  
Moaning to herself, she lowered her head to the floor, her tongue 
darting across the oak planks to gather the seed, now cold and 
hard from exposure to air, licking up the dirt and dust as well, 
swallowing it all as fast as she could.  She hoped this act would 
save her from punishment from her Master for dropping his cum in 
the first place.

She moved back up to his soft dick, and took it back into 
her mouth.  After all, she thought, he had told me to suck his 
cock, and had not told me to stop yet!  Kathy moved her head 
slowly up and down her Masters flaccid rod, licking along its 
entire length as she went.  She got the entire amount easily into 
her mouth.

She was beginning to get sore from her sucking, her jaws 
ached, and her arms and shoulders definitely hurt from the tight 
restraint she was forced into.  But if she got the pleasure drug 
tonight, she thought, it  would all be worth it.  Besides, this 
didn't hurt nearly as much as the pain coma she had been in 
before.  She would do anything rather then let that happen to her 
again!

Mike looked down at his new slave.  She had moved back to 
sucking his dick without even being told!  She's going to be a 
good one, Mike thought, allowing himself to enjoy the attention 
Kathy's mouth and tongue were giving his tool.  Yes indeed, he 
thought, as he felt his tool begin to grow hard again in her 
mouth.

As Kathy continued to suck on her Masters penis, she began 
to feel the blood surge back into it, slowly making it grow in 
her mouth.  She worked harder, her cheeks bulging in and out as 
his stiff manhood began the long ride back into her sore throat.  
She buried him inside her, her tongue roving around the base and 
half the length of his tool.  For over a minute she kept him 
inside her throat, before she moved her head back to get a breath 
of air.  Up and down her lips moved, fitting him like a glove, 
his now rock hard staff glistening with her spit as it moved in 
and out of her oral cavity.

"Stop slave, and stand up.", Mike ordered her.

"Yes, Master.", Kathy quickly replied while standing up.

Her legs were so cramped she could barely move after 
kneeling so long.  But she stood before him as steady as she 
could, ready for his next instruction.

I wonder what he'll have me do next, she thought to herself?

