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"FUCK! now what are they going to do to me?", my mind races. I must have been a prisoner, for a year? plastic surgery, forced exercising, "to keep you healthy", drugs, pain, and no one will tell me "WHY!", I scream.
"the doctor has started you on mental therapy, congrats", the bitch says. the latex, fetish nurse, she has been my only conversational partner in this hell hole.
"no, no please no more drugs", I beg. she still gives me the needle. my body gets loose? even strapped down, I loose control of my own body. the bitch frees me from all the bed straps, my nude body finally free, but I can barely move! my mind is still sharp, but the most I can do is wiggle my fingers?
the bitch, she dresses me? as an two dollar tramp?! her hands, they wonder, and explore my body. lacy panties, lacy top, and lacy nipple covers? why even bother?
she puts me into a wheelchair, then she uses the roughest rope ever to bind me in it. "if the toy behaves, the she can get silken scarves to bind her, but you need to earn that", she giggles at my discomfort.
she starts to wheel me out of my room. "has my future sex toy recognized me yet, I went through the treatment also, but we are old friends", the bitch's words sink in. my head rolls over to try to get a look at her?
"fuck you, you bitch", my lips say, I have no voice. "oh you will, why do you think why we trained that tongue of yours, its just to pleasure my pussy, that will be your new job", she giggles, "now try to enjoy your last moment, of this life, for its almost over", she whispers in my ear, and starts to wheel me out...
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