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... you my gay slut, my prostitute sissy" the syringe was in the visitors hand, moving closer and closer to the vein, now throbbing in his arm. He was squeaking continually, his body trembling, quivering all over, struggling in mad fear terrified at the glinting sharpness of the needle moving closer and closer, until suddenly he stilled in an awful deathly anticipation. He wanted to close his eyes, to believe this was all a nightmare, a horrible terrifying dream, the needle touched him, punctured his skin, a droplet of bl**d formed, the tip pushing gently deeper, entering the swollen vein. It was stinging, he watched helplessly as the plunger slowly depressed to the bottom. He was screaming, screaming inside his head, as he saw the d**g pumped into him. The visitor slowly withdrawing the now empty syringe, dabbing the spot gently with the cotton wool he produced from nowhere. "Now Leanne, now feel me release the excitement into your body, prepare to give yourself to me Leanne." The visitor gently reached for the strap around his arm, the strap they both knew was all that stood between him and the terrible terrifying possessing d**g flooding his system. The endless screaming in his head descending into whimpers as he shivers unable to do anything but watch. "Watch Leanne, watch." That electronic, evil evil, hateful sound. The strap suddenly frees in the visitors hand, the d**g jetting into his bl**dstream, flooding through him. His arm feels suddenly hot, his head like it would ...

... explode, his heartbeat trebling, the d**g coursing through his veins demanding more and more adrenalin. "You will love it Leanne, you WILL love it, want more and more, so so easy to become addicted and you are already, aren't you, my sissy prostitute slut." The robot voice seemed to form in visions of robots in a white brightness. Robots with cocks, huge cocks, pulsing machines. In that dream the visitor seemed to stand, open a robe an erect thing appearing huge and throbbing to his eyes. Somehow he was on his knees, was he on his knees, the gag was gone, he felt sick, his head against the floor, his body on fire, every touch like it was a hundred times the sensation. He was sure his panties were being pulled down, not that he really knew, he could only feel the burning cool, the sensation of it all. What was the noise, the girlish, whimpering, whimpering, moaning. He felt something rubbing between his cheeks, something hot, burning against him, opening him, the pain was somewhere, such a strange strange pain, a great black b**st was on him, riding him. He thought his head would explode, the moaning louder and louder, fuelling his confusion, the feelings inside him like nothing he'd ever felt before, every nerve in his body vibrating to it. Then the sudden blackness rushing upon him in nauseous waves of oblivion as he collapsed on the floor in the sl**p of stupor, fired by nightmares of sexual frenzies in his head. In his waking moment, his tongue felt huge, swollen, dry, his ...