She nipped my lower lip and sighed into my ear, her whole body on top of me pressing me into the couch.“I like when you scream as I make you cum. Yo...r a good little slut aren’t you Joyce? Tell me that your a good little slut.” I was desperate to feel good again, so I nodded. “I am a good little slut.” She smiled and kissed me again. Then she flipped me onto my hands and knees. “I always wanted to fuck you and eat your ass Joyce. You have an amazingly sexy body and don’t even know.”She slipped. We finish our drinks and go to our room. Once we are in, my personality changes - I am in the scene.You look up at me from where you are sat on the bed, a slight smile on your lips. You reach a hand up to me - and I swat it away. You look a bit confused at that."Don't touch me, queer" I mutter. "Not until I touch you."Your hands fall to your lap. You understand what's about to happen. It's the game - the game you wanted to play.Suddenly, shockingly, I lean down and grasp your jaw in a firm. "Thought not. Well there's no way you're wearing my clothes over thatdirty, smelly body of yours. You'll have to shower.," She dug into one ofthe two smaller travel bags they'd brought up after the cases then passedhim some plastic bottles, one at a time. "Here. Shower gel, Shampoo - usethis then rinse, then same again - and conditioner. Comb it evenlythrough your hair, leave it on for five minutes then rinse. Got that?" Hedidn't reply. "Got that, Princess?" He nodded. "Good gir ... boy.". It doesn't matter if the patient the hospital is discharging is in real danger of dying outside their front door courtesy of a high power rifle. Rules are rules and the patient must leave the hospital in a wheel chair. That's why two SUV's with blacked out windows completely screened the front doors of the hospital. A shrouded figure was quickly wheeled through the doors by a big man. Immediately upon reaching the SUVs the figure leaped from the wheel chair and into the backseat. The big man.