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... tightly together, then slowly in that blinding silence, the tiny click of its closure like the clang of a prison door in his head at the certain realisation of the visitors threat, the possessing of him. He whimpered more now unable to stifle the moaning submissive whimper as the visitor slid their hands over their possession, the yearning wanton desperation for touch and release growing by the second, making him tremble and beg uselessly into his ballgag. "Now You're mine Leanne" the robotic words fuelled his frightened submissive excitement. He watched trembling as the figure's hands reached down and pulled his pink satin panties back up, covering his chastity, yet enhancing its eroticism as he was framed in the slippy material. "Remember my promises Leanne?" the voice seemed almost disconnected from the figure kneeling over him. "Remember" He began to pant in abject fear now, surely the visitor didn't mean...surely it was all fantasy, he was scared, very scared. The visitor reached out of sight behind him, the glint of the small stainless steel box appearing in his hand. He was trembling more and more now, unable to bring his eyes from the terror he prayed was not inside. The box clicked open in the visitor's steady hand, the lid hiding the contents as fingers dipped inside. The appearance of the syringe in shining reflection of the dim light nearly made him faint, his heartbeat skyrocketing, whimpering, trying to form words begging in a mumbling terrified scream into the ...

... silencing gag. The visitor had teased him online many times, arousing him in so many ways, but when the d**g was mentioned it had frightened him beyond belief. The d**g, the white d**g, the d**g that drew you in creating utter dependency and total addiction, a total addiction that the visitor threatened would be used to control and exploit him. But that had all just been online chat, just play, the visitor just teasing his arousal, wouldn't do it for real, wouldn't, wouldn't... couldn't ... nooo.. the terror was gripping his very soul. The electronic voice buzzed in his ear again, "You can't wait can you Leanne? You know you can't wait, Just imagine what this will make you feel like as I take you, you will be hooked immediately, addicted, never free, mine, begging me for your next fix, doing anything I tell you just to get it." The visitor put the syringe down where he could see it, its' evil contents glinting in reflection of the spotlight as he took the strap from the box. Gently wrapping it round the forearm of his prisoner, bound and gagged, totally helpless, screaming in silence as he struggled, heaving on his bonds striving in his madness to wriggle free. The visitor slowly pulling the strap tight around his arm as he fought uselessly, his brain in terrified overdrive in the terrible realisation that he had allowed himself to be placed in this position of unyielding bondage, incapable of preventing this evil possession of his very soul. "Watch, Leanne, watch as I make ...