Foreword
The room was dank with the odor of rising passion and the air seemed to grow thick and hard to breathe. Nicole felt dizzy and realized that it was the drug she had been given taking control of her mind.
She was strapped to a table, her arms and legs wide apart. She felt the cool touch of leather against her back and naked bottom as Vandam stood over her. He ran his lingers down across her full, rounded breasts, pinching her nipples roughly between them. She moaned softly as the pain shot through her and barely heard his delighted laugh as he trailed his digits across her hard, firm stomach and twirled the spears in the tangled patch of dark brown hair that covered her lovely cunt mound.
"You will soon respond to anything I suggest," Vandam murmured happily. "In a few moments you will be my willing slave!"
She struggled against her bonds but it was no use. A soft, frightened moan escaped her lips as he slithered his seeking fingers between her stretched legs and caressed the damp petals of her pulsating pussy. He rode his finger back and forth between them and the combination of her growing passion and the effects of the drug made her tingle with a mixture of fear and desire.
"Ahh, yes," he sighed, nodding his head. "You are just about ready. You will pay for all the trouble you have given me," he laughed. He jerked his thumb to her right and she stifled a scream.
"Yes, yes," he chuckled wickedly. "That's right, you aren't for me, I'm going to give you to Putt!"
She fought with her bonds, screaming in terror now as the seven foot giant drew near to the table, his huge, long prick dangling between his legs. She shuddered uncontrollably as he climbed up on the table and knelt between her legs.
"No, no, no," she cried, sobbing wildly. "I can't, I can't, I can't!"
She felt like she wanted to die.