Claw. Frantic, frantic. Claw. Claw. Cannot. Think. Brain feels like it is being gently tenderised. Breath begins to gurgle. Lips. Pout. Throb. Throb. ...yes. Bulge. Throb. Throb. I stagger around the cell, hands grasping spastically against the ring. Hands scrabble. Shirt stinks. Frothy dribble slops from juicy lips. Lips babble nonsense sounds. I can feel myself becoming brain-damaged. Brain tissue is gently being sanitized. Gently being neutered. Gentle being sterilised by the throb. Throb.. But for a place for a guy to get a quick grope without getting your face slapped there was probably no better place, within seconds of entering Anne was whisked off into the crush on the dance floor by a guy that looked like he belonged on a Rugby field, ten minutes later she was back at our table a little flushed and her dress zipped a little lower than when we came in.After having a mouthful of her cocktail she was approached by a guy I had seen before somewhere, once again she was swallowed. I'm 5foot 5inches tall, with long brunette hair and blue eyes. I had no body hair and a penis so small, my panties made it almost disappear. Which was OK by me, but I wore baggy clothes every day so I could keep my secret.CHAPTER 1Summer was here finally here, no more jocks to push me around and I felt like celebrating. I ran up to my room, stripping as I went to pick out my sexiest outfit, a matching pink lace pants and bra, with thigh hi black stockings that had pink ribbons. I threw on baggy. But first she would start in the secretarial pool of a large international advertising agency. It would be dull work at a low pay. She was the new, provincial nobody. But she didn't care. She was free at last and everything was amazing. There was nobody here to tell her what to do or to belittle her. There was no one to hold her back.The men at the office looked awesome in their tanned skins and their Armani power suits. Their faces were fashionably unshaven, straight from the latest glossy.