"Damn, this guy didn't mess around. I had a thousand questions floating around in my head, but the only one I was able to spit out was, "How much does...it pay?" You'll make the standard rate to start; $1,000 a scene. You in?" he asked."Absolutely," I replied, already doing the math in my head. I could fuck two chicks a day, five days a week and be literally swimming in cash."Good. Strip down while I set up some lights and I'll snap some shots."He took several photos, complementing me on my abs. "It got out of hand when one of my assistants Kevin Webster started messing with the mind of a number of female students."Roy sipped his drink giving himself time to think. "Yes, I remember the name now and I remember what he did," he paused for another sip of his drink. "He used the machine to create erotic dreams for the women and nightmares for the male students." He did much more than that," Thorton said pounding his fist agains the arm of his chair. "He used the women, he got one pregnant. Sally would just curl up in a ball and use her legs and hands to block access to her cunt and breasts. Occasionally, she would do this and just snarl "NO". I noticed she tried extremely hard to not even come to bed until I was asleep. We went from sex 4-6 times a week to maybe once a week in a period of about 6 months. As this was occurring, she began to go out after work more and more with Bonnie.At first, Sally would only stay late maybe once a week and it was only an hour or so. As time went. The fact that the pain should have been worse wouldn't be known to her for a while yet. She was on a pretty potent pain killer. She hadn't opened her eyes yet and hadn't really moved either so she still appeared to be asleep. She tried to remember what had happened to her, but everything was a blur. When the cobwebs from sleep and heavy duty pain meds started to lift a bit, she remembered that she had been a slave for a day yesterday.Thinking back a bit she now remembered that she was a party.