Bend over the bed for me April."One injection won't be irreversible, I promised myself. A dozen won'tbe. I will be out of here before they can do thi... to me. I heard therustle as my skirt - no, not my skirt, the skirt I had to wear ascamoflage til I could escape, there would never be a "my" skirt - waspushed up, felt the tights and knickers come down and winced as a firmhand held me steady while a needle penetrated me, carrying essence ofgirl deep inside my very skin. Done, I felt a palm. I have to say that Bear kept his property neat and clean. You would never have expected it of a man looking like Bear. He lived in the trailer with his English bulldog; a perfect companion.We were going to a few bars. I wanted to get Chrissy out of my mind and Bear would be the kind of person for me to hang with for a day. We took my truck because I told Bear I wasn't into riding cycles. Of course, it made him laugh.When I asked him where he wanted to go, he took me to a stripper bar. We. "I nodded, kissed her cheek and went back to my bed. I tried to keep a sound mind about having her meet Rick, but I knew deep down that all bets were off. I did love Lacy though. Anyway, the next night I arranged for him to come over when our parents weren't there."Oh, that must be him knocking, may I answer the door?" Lacy asked, glancing at me from her bed."Sure."She bolted to the door and opened it. "Hi, you must be Rick." Yes," Rick answered, coming into the room with us. "And you must be. Iwondered how she knew, but found out a short while later.Well, now we come to the climax. I had found, and bookmarked, a storyon Fictionmania called Gloryhole attachments, by strangefun. It wasabout a husband and wife locking themselves up in an adult bookstore,complete with ring gags, and letting the customers of a abuse theirmouths. I don't know why, but the total degradation and loss of allcontrol was a turn on for me. (please read the story, it's not foreveryone, but...)So, it was now.