I inhale to scream but suddenly I become so weak and tired. My vision blurs around the edges and my knees collapse underneath me, the ground is rushin... at me as everything goes completely black.Something is around my neck, it’s the first thing I feel. I open my eyes, but everything is black. I suddenly remember being grabbed, I try to struggle, but my arms are somehow restrained behind my back. I try to scream but something is jammed in my mouth, I can’t spit it out either. Then I hear a. It was a small pathetic pack, made of canvas and was quite ragged. It had obviously not been checked in a while. In it was a basic medical kit, there were no needles, just some strips of fabric, gloves, some drugs for pain, a knife and thankfully a vial of phara powder. Other items in the kit included: a very thin blanket, five ration tubes, a one person pop up tent, some fire starters, a mess kit, a water bottle, a small laser cutter with a half charged battery, one Glo stick and an old six. Picking up on the vibe, I told her to do whatever she wanted.She knelt down in front of me, giving me a perfect view down her low cut top into her ample cleavage. I could sense what might be coming and felt a stir in my pants. As I steadied myself against the kitchen counter behind me, she looked up, as if asking for approval.I simply smiled. She then unzipped my fly, reached in and slipped my semi-hard cock out in front of her face. Her eyes lit up at the sight of a shiny steel ring protruding. Even now she could feel the heat of the day. There were robot gangs with vacuum hose attachments collecting fine reddish dust that seemed to be everywhere and she was certain the task of those robots was never-ending.The taxi had dropped her off before a three-story, non-descript building. An illuminated sign told her that this was indeed building 455 making her certain that the street she was standing on was Judge Petro Avenue. Her urge to go towards that building was strong.She wanted to.