Lissa pretended to be preoccupied with something on the desk."Can I help you with something?" I finally said, in mock seriousness.She laughed. "Mom to...d me to make sure that you actually get out of bed. She said you are notorious for going back to sleep." This was, perhaps, historically accurate.I grinned, and decided on the direct approach. "Unfortunately, my dear, that might be true. But I also regret to inform you that I sleep naked, and you probably REALLY don't want to be here when I. The air struck cold on her hot wet pussy, as she stood expectant of his command to drop the skirt, but instead she heard a snap of fingers and felt the ever attentive ‘Charlie’, begin to run his tongue up the damp slit. The inevitable happened and she began to come once more. After the climax subsided she became aware of his voice calling the a****l away and saying she could drop the skirt now and to come and join him on the path. Her legs like jelly she tottered to the path and together, dog. She was in a bed with bright lights then blackness then glimpses of that German bastard who had raped her with the help of the soldiers and nurse. She sensed passage of time but didn't experience it. In moments of clarity she realised she was drugged but only for that moment to go and Rachel to slip back into a sea of confusion.She awoke after over two weeks of drugged haze to find herself in four poster bed rape cell, not her usual meagre confines.She was dressed in a skimpy cloth nightie her. Nothing but the slender man of mediumheight trailing a few paces behind her. She’d havewalked out into the rain had he not halted her in theairlock, whispered sibilantly for her to wait while hebrought the car.Time lurched. There was a brown cigarette in her hand.How had it gotten there? She felt so strange, sowonderful. Maybe it was laced with acid or some othercool drug. She ate smoke with a shaking hunger, stareddully at her reflection in the dark glass. Chronoslurched again. She was.