Missing Social Worker

By The Cryptkeeper

WARNING: Please do not read this work if subjects containing
non-consensual sex, racism, drug use and violence offend you. The
work is fictional and the author does not condone such behavior
in real life. If you are easily offended STOP READING NOW.

Note:  This is an excerpt from another work, "Abducted Social
Worker". I think the chapter stands well on its own as an erotic
short story.

Lisa's eyes flutter open.  A rubber strap pinches her arm. On
drugs for days, a week perhaps, Lisa has no concept of time or
how long she’s been kept like this by Shaquanda.

Shaquanda sits nude on the edge of the bed with a syringe in her
hand and sinister smile on her face deciding which of the young
social worker’s veins to use this time. Her true appearance
unmasked, the black woman now looks masculine and demonic to
Lisa, nothing like when they first met, thick and muscular –
almost like a man but without male parts.

“Not again – leave me alone and stop touching my pussy,” Lisa
slurs in a somnolent voice, heavily inebriated and completely out
of character. ‘Pussy’ is a dirty, uncomfortable word for Lisa,
part of her lexicon she rarely utilizes – like a foreign term she
feels awkwardly vocalizing.  The nasty word seldom leaves her
lips; but Shaquanda has said it to her so often it begins losing
its vulgarity.

“Owe, no,” Lisa responds to the needle’s pinch.

“There, there, Baby, just a little pain and then more pleasure,”
Shaquanda coos, giving Lisa the injection, imposing another
soothing, yet unwanted calm in her.

“What’s da matter, Baby?  Ya doesn’t want me playing with yur
pretty pussy no more?” Shaquanda asks, ushering Lisa’s legs
apart, the palm of her hand landing on Lisa’s mons, her thumb
resuming gentle strokes to Lisa’s engorged clitoris.  Shaquanda
wears a hideous grin searching Lisa’s face for reaction.  “Dat
fix done changed yur mind about me touching yur pussy, I see.”

Lisa relaxes, abandons her objections, her glower from moments
ago replaced by a vacuous expression.

“What happend? Ya ain’t so determined to stop me no more? Dis
feel good? Oooh, yeah, uh-huh, ya letting me play with it again,”
Shaquanda flaunts, worrying Lisa’s hard clit in enticing circles
with her thumb.  “Am I gonna make ya cum, Baby?  We is having so
much fun.”


With Reggie away on business the past few days, Shaquanda heavily
doses Lisa and spends hours seductively stimulating the young,
white girl’s genitals.  The drugs render Lisa insensate to what
Shaquanda does to her – contently oblivious to the repulsive
homosexuality her body autonomously responds to.

For Shaquanda, an old addiction returns.  The forgotten
excitement of controlling an unwilling girl's body rekindles. Not
since Shaquanda's days in prison has she enjoyed molesting a
young, pretty female: stimulating her victim's vagina, making it
sloppy wet and swollen from arousal.

Intermittently taunting Lisa’s erect nipples, Shaquanda busily
eats Lisa’s pussy like an irresistible candy she hasn’t tasted in
years, engrossed with the neatly manicured organ – its folds
enchanting like beautiful pedals of a blossom Shaquanda carefully
separates; its responses to stimuli ever more mesmerizing.

Until now, Shaquanda kept Lisa semi conscious while repeatedly
bringing her to climax, causing graceful undulations in Lisa’s
pelvis synchronized with grunts and moans emanating from the
girl’s mouth.

But an oversight occurs.

The afternoon passes.  Lulled by drug induced passiveness in her
victim, Shaquanda fails to pay close enough attention and forgets
to dose Lisa again.  Lisa’s legs attempt closing, but Shaquanda
routinely guides them back to position without much thought,
taking full advantage of Lisa’s flexibility from years of ballet
training, spreading the girl’s thighs wide and pushing Lisa’s
knees up almost reaching her tits.

“What are you doing to me?” Lisa groggily asks, briefly ascending
from the depths of semi consciousness and becoming increasingly
cognizant of orgasms Shaquanda is making her have.

Shaquanda realizes she should probably drug Lisa again soon, but
procrastinates, caught up in the thrill of making Lisa cum
instead, romantically fantasizing about a sober Lisa submitting
to the debauchery Shaquanda is practicing on her.

“I’m loving ya.  I'm making yur cute pussy feel good. Don’t close
yur legs; stay like dis for me, Baby, so I can eat yur little
pussy better,” Shaquanda reminds her doped playmate. “Oh…, mmmm…,
yur pussy tastes so good. Oooh yeah…, uh-huh,” Shaquanda moans,
continuing to stretch Lisa’s glistening, pink slit open and
delving her tongue into Lisa’s silky secretions like a butterfly
drinking nectar from a flower.

“Oh,” Lisa vacantly replies slipping back for the moment into the
comfort of peaceful oblivion with Shaquanda drinking her love
juice.  Shaquanda draws Lisa's pussy lips wide open like curtains
in a theater, continues helping herself to intimate feminine
anatomy once vigilantly guarded and kept chaste, but now left
completely unprotected by an incapacitated owner. Shaquanda
infiltrates the girl’s most private place, unveils and exploits
its keen susceptibility to touch – accesses Lisa’s vulnerable
female core unhindered.

Each passing moment that lacks Lisa’s earnest resistance further
fuels Shaquanda’s excitement, adds to her hopes that she is
successfully corrupting the feminine beauty into coming around
and soberly sharing her lovely cunt with the bull dyke.

Having explored every crevice on Lisa’s body, Shaquanda knows the
location of each freckle and marking. She can’t get enough of
Lisa’s uniquely sweet taste though. Shaquanda scrutinizes each
and every furrow, groove, ridge and wrinkle comprising Lisa’s
beautiful vagina. She is infatuated with it and the rest of Lisa,
running her tongue along Lisa’s perineum from Lisa’s pink,
puckered asshole into her soft hairless pussy, bathing her taste
buds in Lisa’s slippery essence – the most ravishing part of
Lisa.

“Mmmmm, oh, does dis feel good? Uh-huh, I love yur pussy.  I want
to make ya cum for me again.”

The drugs continue wearing off. Lisa intermittently resists.  Her
hands gradually push Shaquanda’s head from her sex with more
determination as she again rises from incoherence and recognizes
why she is having orgasms, Shaquanda’s words echoing louder in
her brain: “…Does dis feel good? I love yur pussy… cum for me
again.” Like flashes of lightning briefly revealing hidden
dangers in the darkness of night, Lisa begins recognizing these
pleasant feelings as evils being done to her – immoral, wrong,
and gross.

“No, stop it,” Lisa finally manages, her senses and strength
returning enough to interrupt Shaquanda’s feeding frenzy and
shove Shaquanda’s face away from her vagina, a difficult
decoupling for the intoxicated girl since her pussy is fully
engaged with and actuated by Shaquanda’s mouth. “This is
disgusting,” she blurts as if waking from a coma realizing for
the first time what Shaquanda has been relentlessly doing to her
– performing sickening oral sex on her!

Lisa snaps her legs closed ending the all you can eat buffet
Shaquanda is enjoying, and sits up still in stupor, unsure if she
is dreaming.

“Get away.  Don’t touch me again!” Lisa warns putting her hand up
to keep Shaquanda at a distance and breathing heavily, recovering
from multiple orgasms Shaquanda forced on her. Shaquanda’s lips
and chin glisten with Lisa’s succulent juices coating them. Lisa
isn’t sure if she is waking from a long, perverted nightmare or
still in one. Lisa’s hard nipples poking out from her tits signal
heightened arousal, that like the intoxicants in her bloodstream,
she is unable to shake. Her pussy feels wet and slimy, its lips
and clitoris still embarrassingly tumescent testimonials of
Shaquada’s thorough affections.

“Don’t be dis way, Baby.  I just making luv to ya,” Shaquanda
answers, brought back from fantasy and disappointed Lisa stopped
her. “It was feeling so good for ya.”

Lisa’s hand drops, allowing Shaquanda closer.  Shaquanda’s hand
alights subtly, like a falling feather, on Lisa’s leg, and
stealthily slides up it while her other arm carefully wraps
around Lisa’s shoulders.  Lisa sits on the edge of the bed
struggling to clear cobwebs from her mind.

“Making love”? Lisa ponders in confusion, her brain swimming
through the thick soup of chemicals Shaquanda pumped into her
veins earlier, trying to comprehend what’s occurring but failing
to notice Shaquanda re-invading her personal space, her arm
around Lisa and her hand slithering to the inside of Lisa’s
thigh.  Lisa’s head lolls like someone struggling to rise from
deep slumber, the brilliant blue in her eyes almost completely
obscured by dilated black pupils.  Shaquanda observes the slow
transformation in this once energetic, intelligent and ambitious
young woman now a budding addict who will eventually give her
body for more drugs.


Lingering excitement in Lisa’s body is a fading electrical charge
turning to revulsion as Lisa becomes more cognizant of its cause.
 What has Shaquanda been doing to her?  A straight heterosexual
her entire life lacking even slight curiosity about drugs or
lesbianism, Lisa has horrible, nauseating flashbacks of the
needle’s sharp tip piercing her veins, of Shaquanda tonguing her
ass, stretching her vaginal lips wide apart, sucking, licking and
fingering her clit into humiliatingly hard and repeated erections
– making her helplessly orgasm over and over again without
reprieve. Shock from the abduction, from being shot up with
harmful and addictive drugs, from being so invasively touched and
forced to respond, by a dyke nonetheless, overwhelms Lisa. Even
her emotions have been taken from her; if she wasn’t high she
would break down crying. No one – male or female, not even her
fiance – ever performed such appalling acts on her.


Shaquanda aching to go down on Lisa again, to play with Lisa’s
delicate girlie parts, to entice more delicious nectar from
Lisa’s pussy and spark another fit of orgasms in the youthful
beauty, sits dangerously close, her naked body against Lisa’s,
her breath in Lisa’s ear and her hand rubbing Lisa’s inner thigh
advancing toward Lisa’s sensual treasure.

“I’m gonna make ya cum some more,” Shaquanda whispers in Lisa’s
ear. Delayed synapses in Lisa’s brain finally register the
returning threat from Shaquanda.  Lisa attempts pushing
Shaquanda’s hand away.

“No, stop it. I don’t want to cum again. Stop touching me!  You
did awful things to me – you animal,” Lisa slurs.  But the strong
intoxicants stubbornly endure in her bloodstream slowing her
reactions.

Lisa’s thighs lock together.  But Shaquanda squeezes her hand
between the closed appendages, worming it toward Lisa’s sex as
Lisa fights to extricate it.  The big, black dyke climbs on top
of the petite, white girl, her weight pressing Lisa into the
mattress.  Lisa turns her face away from Shaquanda’s lips only to
feel Shaquanda’s wet tongue dip into her ear instead.  Lisa’s
eyes squint in revulsion.

“No, don’t!” Lisa cries.

Both women hear the front door open and close outside the bedroom
– Reggie returning from his trip.

Shaquanda jumps off Lisa to get Reggie.  Lisa remains in the bed,
residual effects of potent drugs preventing her from regaining
bearing.





“No, get away from me with that you sick bastards!” Lisa screams,
her naked body kicking and thrashing beneath Reggie.  Reggie pins
her shoulders on the mattress and Shaquanda manages slipping the
tourniquet around her struggling arm.  “Stop giving me that shit!
No! I don’t want it!”

The needle pricks Lisa’s moving arm several times missing her
veins.

Lisa endures repeated needle sticks determined not to let them
drug her again. Anything is better than going back to a
vegetative state as Shaquanda’s plaything, Shaquanda plying
Lisa’s pussy, performing disgusting oral sex on her –
masturbating her – entertaining herself by forcing Lisa to orgasm
over and over.

“Shit, she won’t hold still,” Shaquanda complains.  “I can’t get
it with her like dis.  We waited too long dis time.”

“You’re going to jail for this,” Lisa hisses.

Reggie suddenly releases Lisa, but before she is able to
completely sit up, his open hand lands hard on her face once,
twice, three times. Lisa falls back in the bed, her head turns to
the side, her hands rise shielding her gorgeous face from
additional blows.  Reggie returns to holding Lisa down.

The pillow drinks Lisa’s tears as Shaquanda pulls her arm
straight and sticks Lisa’s vein.

“No, please,” Lisa cries.  “I don’t want any more of that!”

"Shush," Shaquanda coos depressing the syringe, extinguishing the
embers of Lisa’s lucidity and resistance while stoking fires of
victory and anticipation burning hotter in her own loins.
Shaquanda looks forward to resuming her gluttonous feast on
Lisa’s genitals – freely running her tongue in Lisa’s open pussy,
swallowing its sweet secretions, making love to Lisa, making her
cum again.  “Dis gonna make everything all better for ya, Baby.
Yur gonna feel so good.”

Lisa doesn’t want to feel good, but despite her determination to
fight the effects of the drugs, her hate and rage fade.

While watching Shaquanda empty the syringe, Reggie feels the
strain in Lisa’s tight muscles begin relaxing beneath him, her
efforts diminishing, her sobs subsiding.  “There we go – dat’s
better now,” Reggie comments.

The struggle is over.

If Shaquanda's mistake occurred sooner; if only Lisa had sobered
a little earlier, but the timing was tragic.

Euphoria returns to Lisa; she heads back to oblivious dreams she
briefly escaped. Reggie’s fingers begin toying with her hard
nipples.

“Double it up and give her another shot,” Reggie tells Shaquanda.

“No, I’m good… I’m good… no more, please,” Lisa pants, her mind
far away but still barely grasping their conversation.

“Dis will teach ya not to resist anymore,” Reggie explains while
continuing to roll the stiff, pink nipples of a much more
cooperative Lisa between his fingers.  Shaquanda brings the
second needle to Lisa’s vein, injects its contents, and removes
the tourniquet.

“Da more ya fight us da more of dis shit ya gonna get – even if
dat means overdosing yur cute white ass, ya understand?” Reggie
asks staring down at the narrow, shortly trimmed strip of brown
pubic hair below Lisa’s sexy belly button.  The definition in her
toned abdominal muscles is visible on her lean body as her closed
legs rub together. He releases Lisa’s hard, pink nipples, leaving
them to poke out from her breasts into empty air as if reaching
for further caresses.

“Oh,” Lisa exclaims in a tone acknowledging an incredible high
getting even better and the drug rapidly becoming her best
friend.  Lisa becomes incapable of comprehending anything other
than the wonderful feeling she is experiencing. Her eyelids
appear heavy; her mouth hangs open dumbstruck by a secret
paradise she revisits.  Robbed of cognition, Lisa returns to her
prison of dreams.

“Ain’t so smart now, is ya?” Reggie mocks.  “We gonna turn yur
high class, white ass into another stupid, white whore hooked on
drugs.”

“I is sorry, Reggie, I should have given her some earlier,”
Shaquanda explains.  “I got carried away and wasn’t paying
attention.  She was cumming for me like crazy and I thought I
could handle her.  Then before I knew it she was fighting me.”

“Didn’t I make it clear that I doesn’t wants her anywhere near
lucid ‘til she’s broken in – especially if yur alone with her?
Dis is a process we needs to use on her. She ain’t ready yet and
we needs make sure we keep her stoned,” Reggie declares.

Shaquanda looks at the floor sorrowfully as Reggie speaks. “I’ll
make sure to keep shooting her up for now on – I promise,” she
replies, determined to never allow Lisa to embarrass her like
this again.  “I fucked up.  I guess she still need yur love
potion calming her down.”

“Keep working on her.  She’ll eventually come around for ya,”
Reggie assures his friend and accomplice, reading disappointment
in Shaquanda’s face and taking a softer tone. “I got things to
take care of tonight. Are ya sure ya can handle her on yur own?
We can’t afford no problems.”

“Oh, I’ll handle her alright.  We got plenty more of dat shit
ready to give her.  I’ll keep her so fucking high she’ll need a
parachute to land. Now me and Lisa has unfinished work to
complete,” MShaquanda answers with resolve, returning to the bed
and prying an opening for herself between her unwilling
girlfriend's legs.  With Reggie’s encouragement Shaquanda is more
determined to carry out her mission of turning Lisa into a drug
addicted whore who enjoys getting her pussy eaten by dykes.

Shaquanda firmly grabs behind Lisa’s knees and pushes the
obstinate appendages back to their former positions.  They move
uncooperatively, but Shaquanda muscles them up and spreads them
wide, Lisa’s youthful cunt blatantly exposed and the vagina
buffet reopened for business.  “We is gonna have a real good
time, ain’t we, Lisa?” Shaquanda asks. “Now dat ya had yur fix ya
gonna behave?”

“Please… oh,” the somnambulant girl mumbles.

“Ya doesn’t want an overdose, does ya?” Reggie warns even though
Lisa is far too stoned to understand.  “Keep yur legs where
Shaquanda puts dem.”

Shaquanda’s fingers delicately pull Lisa’s vaginal labia aside
revealing the enticing pastel pink Shaquanda resumes orally
attacking.

“Nah… oh, ah,” Lisa grunts with little more than feeble attempts
pushing Shaquanda’s head away.  The heavy dose of chemicals halts
Lisa’s thoughts; weakens her efforts.  Shaquanda remains on
Lisa’s most private and erotic area, taking turns drawing the
girl's labia and clitoris back into her mouth.

“Don’t,” Lisa whimpers.

The short refractory period for Lisa’s genitals abruptly ends.
Sucked from its protective hood, the glans of Lisa’s clitoris is
engulfed by Shaquanda's tongue smoothly encircling the
super-sensitive nub. The unwanted stimulus causes thousands of
nerve endings in the acute flesh to fire signals of intense
pleasure again.

Lisa’s pussy becomes a pink, glittering spring of wetness. Her
mind revisits the erotic nightmare she is unable to wake from –
the one sobriety briefly interrupted moments ago – where she is
paralyzed by an evil black woman sexually molesting her – forcing
her to betray her fiance by trying to make her orgasm in sick,
unmentionable ways.

But Lisa’s disturbing nightmare gradually dissipates as the
physical sensations intensify, the orgasms approach, and Lisa
nears that vegetative, womb-centered universe she briefly escaped
and fought so hard avoiding when sober.

“Mmmmmm, I can’t help it Baby. Yur pussy is so beautiful and
taste too good. Oh… ya getting so wet for me. I gonna eat ya all
up until ya runs dry.  Does dis feel nice?" Shaquanda asks,
observing telltale fullness return to Lisa’s clitoris and labia.
"Mmmmmmm.  Now I gots to start all over again making ya cum for
me.”

Lisa releases a long, despairing series of guttural moans,
“Uuuuuuuuuuh, naaaaaaaaah, uuuuuuuuuuh!”

“I know ya be hearing me somewhere deep inside dat pretty head of
yur’s.  I’m gonna make yur sweet little pussy feel so good yur
not gonna be able to stop cumming.  Yur gonna love being my
girlfriend. Mmmmmm, uh-huh, oh.  Isn't dis better than fightin
me?”

Shaquanda’s homosexual comments sink deep into Lisa’s
impressionable sub consciousness, leaving perverted imprints and
gradually planting new thoughts there: “Oh, yeah, dat’s startin
to feel nice again, huh? Ya like me touching yur pussy?  Ya like
da way dat feel? Ya be so wet.  Ooooh, yur clitty be comin out
for me to play with it – it gettin big ‘n hard again, Baby.”

Shaquanda’s focuses ever more intently on cultivating Lisa’s
clitoris.  Her thumb rapidly flicks and then slowly traces the
stiff, wet ridge, nudging its prepuce backward and then forward,
further teasing it – all while masterfully slipping her fingers
inside Lisa and gently massaging her g-spot.

“Oooh, I’m inside ya now, Baby. Dat feel nice?  Ya so warm and
wet for me,” Shaquanda whispers in Lisa’s ear.

Lisa replies with a hopeless groan as if trying not to feel the
incredible sensations Shaquanda generates in her.

"I know all about what young girls like.  It's really beautiful
sharing yur pussy with a woman. Pussy is so much prettier than
cock.  I gonna show ya how nice sex is with a woman.  Ya ain’t
gonna want to be with a man anymore," Shaquanda explains to the
captive audience of Lisa's subconscious. “Women instinctively
know how to please each other.”

While rubbing Lisa’s g-spot, Shaquanda’s other fingers continue
befriending the girl’s clitoris, keeping it engaged – fully
aroused; playing with Lisa’s pink private part like a new found
pet whose fleeting attention Shaquanda wants to keep.  "I bet yur
lame dick boyfriend never took care of ya like dis."

Being molested by a dyke – while listening to perversions – would
mortify Lisa in her right mind, but instead, Lisa’s drugged
subconscious begins accepting the debauchery. She succumbs,
returns to being Shaquanda’s plaything.  Like a whisper, Lisa
slips back to obliviousness and the subtle coital motions in her
pelvis return, synchronized with a soft a cappella of erotic
moans escaping her throat.    Shaquanda longed to see Lisa’s hips
move like this again, to hear her erotically pule like this
again. She pretends it’s not drugs causing Lisa’s candid
responses.  "Dat's right, just let me take care of ya, Baby. I
got ya.  Oh, mmmm, ya doesn't need to worry, uh-huh. Ya be
blessed with dis gorgeous and delicious white pussy yur sharing
with me for now on,” Shaquanda coos to her drugged victim.  “I
bet ya don’t even know how pretty yur pussy is.”

Delighted in her victory retaking Lisa, Shaquanda’s fingers
continue coaxing Lisa’s clitoris to a full bloom in pink, a
susceptible clam seduced from its shell, indulged by the enemy
into betraying Lisa.  “Uh-huh, dat feel really good. Am I making
ya cum for me, Baby?”

Reggie shakes his head astonished by Shaquanda’s voracious sexual
appetite. Watching Shaquanda sexually subdue Lisa makes his cock
ache; he wants to see more, but he doesn’t have time.  Reggie
quietly departs, closing the bedroom door behind him, leaving
Shaquanda alone to enjoy wearing down her young, pretty playmate.

The forced orgasms hit Lisa like rumbling thunderbolts drawing
nearer, building voltage and becoming direct strikes of lightning
throughout the evening.

Shaquanda keeps planting the tensions in Lisa’s groin like
unwanted weeds in a once tended garden – over feeding them,
growing them to huge, uncontrollable appetites taking over the
indigenous vegetation, lush and hungering for more attention, for
release until every muscle in the helpless girl’s body contracts
and her toes curl, time after time, magnified by the drugs to a
super euphoria.

“Oh,” Lisa cries repeatedly, manipulated by Shaquanda into
experiencing an undesired pleasure beyond words.  Sometime late
that night Shaquanda finally stops – a short intermission from
the storm.  Exhausted, Lisa falls asleep in Shaquanda’s embrace.


They sleep peacefully together for a couple hours when Lisa feels
her legs being spread by Shaquanda again. “I’m tired Shaquanda.
Let me rest now,” Lisa mumbles in sleep and drug induced
delirium.

Is this a dream or is it reality? Lisa isn’t sure but she lost
count how many times Shaquanda has gone down on her.

“Oh, don’t do that to me again. No, I don’t like it, stop.”

“I feel like having yur cunt for a snack, Baby.  Ya know ya want
me to eat yur pussy.  Does ya need more medicine to help ya?”
Shaquanda asks, then stretches Lisa open and resumes orally
assaulting her.

Lisa doesn’t need Shaquanda’s reminder of being overdosed to keep
her restrained, still too drugged and exhausted to seriously
struggle.  Her fingers run through Shaquanda’s braids languidly
trying to push her away.  After a few minutes, Lisa’s efforts
diminish to simply holding Shaquanda’s head as it bobs between
her legs.

It stops mattering to Lisa.  Nothing matters anymore.

Shaquanda tastes Lisa’s sugary syrup on her tongue, feels Lisa’s
pussy become slicker and slippery.

“Oh, not there,” Lisa gasps, Shaquanda’s tongue locating the
perfect spot on her clitoris to assault. “No.”

Lisa’s pelvis resumes gentle undulations.

“Oh, yes, Baby, mmmm, oh.  Yur sweet little pussy really be
liking dis a lot.”

While speaking, Shaquanda swirls Lisa’s stiff clitoris beneath
her thumb, noticing Lisa’s pelvic motions getting more
pronounced. Shaquanda amuses herself playing with the raging clit
boner she keeps giving Lisa. “Oh, does dat feel good there like
dat?  Ya want me to keep doin dat, girl?”

“Nah… uh … ah, don't.”

But in response to being expertly masturbated, Lisa's pelvis
gyrates.

“Oh look at ya.  Bet ya never imagined I’d be doin dis to yur
pussy when ya came to check on da kids, huh?  Da minute I saw ya
I wanted to get inside yur panties. It took some work, but I got
into dem, didn’t I?  Ya couldn’t keep me out.  If only ya hadn’t
come in da apartment. Guess ya should have left when ya had da
chance, huh? Now ya hopped up on junk, all wet and cumming for
me. Reggie done gave ya to me.  Yur my girlfriend and it be too
late. Yur pussy belongs to me.”

“Aaah, naaah, oh!”

“What’s da matter, Baby?  Ya can’t fight it no more? Am I turning
ya into a lesbian?  Yeah, ya just let me do da work for ya.  I
gonna take care of ya, Sweetheart – keep loving ya really good
for a long time, uh-huh, uh-huh.”


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