Drugs are a whole new ball game. It's a way to fight back. Essentially, the Black Stigmata's insanity has to fight the drug's insanity over control of... your soul.If you do this, you'll suffer for 48 hours, robbed of your only mental foundations and caught in a war between a drug trip and an inhuman will of unparalleled evil. There are no words to describe the pain you will endure, because no human mind can even begin to comprehend what you'll experience. Even while in a drug-induced coma, you. In fact you won’t need a lot of your current clothing anymore.?Han did as she was ordered. Sweat starting to bead down her naked body in the mid-day Texas sun. ?Oh god why did he insist we do this in the middle of the day.? she thought to herself. After Han finished she stood in front of her new dom, shyly covering her more intimate parts from any passersby. ?What are you doing? Do not hide yourself. This is a public place and you are a public object. Now stand her and spread your arms and legs. Maybe I should have an affair with a younger man, to recapture my own youth. To be like a k** again, making out on the couch, with no one else but only us. Just the two alone; to kiss, and grope, and lick, and taste, and make sweet love to your sweetheart. I continued to tug my long brown nipples and stroke my slick crotch. I drifted off into the fantasy of being laid by my first boyfriend, with fingers guiding my body toward a release. A climax I had saved up for the Cheat's homecoming, but. Still, I must obey.When I reach the pile of hay, I feel the pressure from the farmer's hand on my back relax. I keep my back to him, focusing only on the small pile of golden strands that nestles on top of what would have just been more dust and exposed earth on the corner of the barn. The farmer gently places the lantern down on the ground, careful not to upset the small fire that it houses. He takes no delicacy with me, using his now free hands to f0rce me onto the hay pile until my wrists.