My already ravaged body was once again waking up to the possibility of being used to fulfill the carnal animistic needs of all these black men that we...e now all around. Their shouts and curses at me fueled the fires within me to bring out the true whore that is within me. Soon their hands were all over my body grabbing my tits and squeezing them hard while they also pinched my nipples until pain turned into pleasure. My clothes were ripped off of me just as the cock in my throat let loose. He handed it to the deputy. The deputy eyed Tina. "Is there anything in there I need to worry about?"Tina took another breath, trying to control her sobs. She shook her head. "No sir. My wallet. Tampons. Pictures. Little notebook. A pen."He handed her the purse. "Show me your ID." She complied. He examined it and handed it back to her.I was next. He stood in front of me, six feet away. "And you're?" Alan Dean Addison. Forty-one. From..." I named my home town."You heard what Miss Tina said?". I grabbed the gem and yanked it out of his hand, taking a step back. “Raw materials? He butchered art.”“Art?” the older man frowned.“Yes, art! He took the works others made and debased them with his craft,” I said, my blood boiling. How could anyone admire the biomancer? “He made monsters!”“Debased? He improved them.” He shook his head. “We aren't art. You, me, all of us are machines. Living ones, yes, but still machines. Your heart pumps blood through your veins and supplies energy to your. All he had to do was...push. It began to yield,distance itself from him.It was the mental equivalent of running with a football through a vat oftar; but as he strained, his body changed.-----Pink.That was the word that summarized his situation.Kevin had awoken to a pink curtain in his eyes. Brushing it away, hefound he was lying in a pink framed bed littered with fluffy pinkpillows, pink and white blankets, and adorable pink plushies. PastelPink carpet. White and pink wall paper. Fuchsia.