I started to leave but I felt frozen in place.“Hello young one” snarled the figure in a voice which made me feel sick, “I have a deal for you”... “I just want to get home” I replied trying to get past but still not being able to move.“Be mine, come with me and be my slave”“What?” I laughed, “You can’t be serious”“Be mine, or everyone will look at you the way I do, be mine, or be everyone’s” the figure stood to one side and I felt my movement come back to me, with one of his hands he reached out. He lined up more coke and when I got up to snort it, he took the cushions off the sofa and pulled it out into a bed. I eagerly flopped back down onto it because when I stood, I realised I was quite literally weak at the knees where I'd been filled and fucked so good.We shared a joint, did more coke and fucked again before going back down to the club. My makeup was also in need of attention so like a good girl should, I kept my man waiting while I touched up my makeup and brushed my hair. When. Sally knew of Flits because the little boys she oftenplayed with, as a three year old, played with their model Flits.A model Flit was a boy's toy, but Sally's model was feminized and designedfor the Barbie Flit Pilot Play Set and in not too long a time a part ofSally's play. Engrams on Flit technology and flight characteristics wereintroduced and before long Sally was flying a flit simulator. When shewas fully indoctrinated to a real flit her hydro flask holding her wasfitted into a brand new. ”“Why not?”“There are 150 girls and women in this camp. All of them horny, some of them are even fucking the trees. If one woman was to claim as her own the only prick for a hundred miles around, there would be a riot. A big riot. Very messy. It would be better if, during the time at camp, there weren’t any sticky feelings around screwing up a good program. Can you live with that?”In a way, I was insulted. I was just a prick to satisfy 150 cunts. But the more I thought about it, the.