“I’m sure you’re a great piece of ass, and you’re going to be a lot of fun to play with, but I’ll likely get tired of you eventually. Now, don’t you worry, if I killed every bitch that I kidnapped, there’d be bodies strung all over the Tri-State Area, and, besides, I don’t like killing one of my bitches, unless it’s absolutely necessary. I’ve rather devised a safe alternative, instead. You will be heavily drugged at the end for a period of days, maybe as long as a week. You’ll be kept drugged, in a hypnotic state, in a highly suggestible state, while I brainwash you and confuse you, and you won’t remember a fucking thing about our little adventure, piggy. You won’t remember this place or all of the delicious things that happened to you. There will be no DNA evidence, as
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A calm voice emanates from a member of what the man can only assume is some kind of surgical team, “Are we ready?”
The other man struggles in vain, his face and neck are flush, his veins protrude from his skin, his hands are blotches of purple and white as he fights against the manacles.
The man feels his arms straining against his own restraints as he watches the baby-blue clad beings with their surgical masks and hair bonnets surround the other man. Each methodically places sterile nitrile gloves over their respective hands without saying a word. Silently each nods to the other across the table before one begins to select a specific surgical instrument for what the man can only guess is some kind of surgical procedure.
A battery-operated circular surgical saw is selected.
The librarian begins fondling the man’s cock with her hands, “Are these pills working, yet?” she asks.
The man feels his cock pulsate in the woman’s hands. Slowly with each pulsating movement, he grows harder in her hands as she delicately massages his shaft while running her fingers lightly along the head of his
A calm voice emanates from a member of what the man can only assume is some kind of surgical team, “Are we ready?”
The other man struggles in vain, his face and neck are flush, his veins protrude from his skin, his hands are blotches of purple and white as he fights against the manacles.
The man feels his arms straining against his own restraints as he watches the baby-blue clad beings with their surgical masks and hair bonnets surround the other man. Each methodically places sterile nitrile gloves over their respective hands without saying a word. Silently each nods to the other across the table before one begins to select a specific surgical instrument for what the man can only guess is some kind of surgical procedure.
A battery-operated circular surgical saw is selected.
The librarian begins fondling the man’s cock with her hands, “Are these pills working, yet?” she asks.
The man feels his cock pulsate in the woman’s hands. Slowly with each pulsating movement, he grows harder in her hands as she delicately massages his shaft while running her fingers lightly along the head of his