Everything was cramping now: my intestines from the cold and severe pressure, my feet, my calves, my thighs and arms from the muscle strain, and my fi...ngers from being frozen and trying to grip the awkward vase. Twice more I dropped the vase and twice more I endured the whipping. But all the pain became secondary to the pressure of the enema and the urgent need for release became my entire focus. "You're finished." He said, taking the pitcher from my hand when the last trip finally pushed the. Inside the bottles were tiny red pills. Bending over he picked up the paper, and returned to the chair with the box, and sat down. Unfolding the slip of paper, he began to read."These pills are the refined version of #88-216, the mind-controlling drug I perfected while working in the research branch at Langley. You will not find the formula in the container, and I believe it would take many, years of research, analysis and investment to duplicate it. Whoever finds these pills, and plans to use. Doggy style. My buzzy still on My clit. You started slow. My back arched up to show the mild discomfort. You adjusted my back to arch down, took some pictures for my fans, and then slammed it in deep and hard. You pulled back and slammed it in again. Yeah, it hurt a bit, but I also had a buzzy going. A happy distraction. Back to teasing short thrusts. You developed a rythym of 2 hard slams meet. I was getting about 2 hard pumps for every 10 other. Harder, faster, you kept testing my. She stared at me and I stared at my feet.“We’ll settle this thing today” she said, “right now!” She pointed to a door that led to another room. “Get your fucking ass in there Billy, I’ll be in to deal with you in about ten minutes!”My mind began to race. I couldn’t quite figure out what was happening. Rachel left the room and I walked to the door that she had pointed to. Opening it and stepping in increased the confusion. The room was empty save for a wooden chair and two large floor mirrors.