Sie versuchte, nichts mehr wahrzunehmen. Sie sch?mte sich so nackt von ihnen begafft zu werden, da wurde es noch schlimmer, zwei packten ihre Untersch...nkel und zogen sie auseinander, sie hing v?llig hilflos an ihren Fesseln, sie versuchte der Hand des Kommandanten auszuweichen indem sie ihre H?fte drehte, soweit es ging. Aber schon griff er an ihr nacktes Geschlecht.Ihr Nein schienen sie zu verstehen, lachten und er kniff sie kr?ftig in die Schamlippe. Ihr Schrei wurde schriller und lauter als. The cold of the wet cotton swab caressed my left buttock, as he wiped a path for the needle he was about to insert under my flesh.Some of the girls had undergone this before, they had called it, 'Truth Serum', it made you admit to everything, they said, embellishing their experiences on how the master made you admit to things you had hoped would never be known.He had placed the swab down on the table and lifted the hypodermic syringe high, that way I could watch as he pushed it into the glass. " I promise I'll keep everyone out of your hair as much as I can today and tomorrow," Chastity promised. "I know you need a break as much as anyone. You've been on the road for half the season and I can see you're tired." It'll be fine," Brock assured her as Chastity sat down opposite him."I have another favor to ask," she confessed."Sure, but I think we're out of room here," he told her with a smile. "Unless everyone wants to double up like Jen and Susan did last night, I don't have room for. It was my senior year of high school. This story is not your typical boy-meets-girl story. In fact, it does not get there until much later. Her name is Fancy. This is her story.In my last year of high school, I had two classes with Fancy, whom I did not know that much. We sat on different sides of the classroom. We had different sets of friends. However, on the rare occasion that she crossed over to my side of the world, or when I would hear her voice, she had a bubbly, friendly demeanor. She.