I had tasted it too, and it terrified me. I could not deny that I was aroused by what had been done to Dog Meat—not by the agony and trauma she had ...ndured, but by the way she had been changed. Mutilated to be made as helpless as a babe; stripped of limbs so that she was nothing but a torso and head to fuck; tattooed and pierced to denigrate her to a level below slavery, below even livestock. She had been a beautiful woman full of grace and life, and the ugliness she’d been reduced to made her. The rest was either medical or something straight out of science fiction.The woman left, leaving me alone in the room, but not for long. Another door opened and in came Olivia, followed by two men and two women."Hello again. It's time for your physical. We'll take a few tubes of blood, which is standard procedure here. We'll check you carefully to make sure you have no hidden or sleeping physical problem or dilemma, which could influence your treatment. We'll then let you go through a few tests. "Make her stop. That was me in the curls!" Easy honey, no chance he could tell either of you apart, and I'mpretty sure Tracey's got you covered there anyway. Why do you thinkyour boy crazed sister has my rollers in?" said Donna, giving Tracey alook. "Now I knew you'd flip so I had a discussion with Mr. Vandermeer,and I can get your seat changed but it's up to you. Remember, you'd beaway from Tracey as well, or you can sit there and I'll flat iron yourhair if you're too worried." You kidding?. “Shhhh,” I said as her moans began to die down, and I leaned in and kissed her again. “Oh your pussy tastes TOO damn good.”“Oh my God,” said Sylvia hoarsely. “No one’s EVER done that before. You’re a beast!”I laughed and kissed her again. “Now let me return the favor,” she said, and we rolled over so now I was on my back. Her long black hair brushed my skin as she made her way down, tonguing at my nipples, licking the deep creases in my muscular torso, running her tongue slowly along the V-line.