adjusting the angle of my camcorder before pulling you into my lap and pulling up your top to grope at your soft warm tits. whiny little whimpers through the duct tape over your lips and panties stuffed in your mouth, fingers brushing against my lower stomach as you pull uselessly at the wrist restraints behind your back. all this crying for what, huh? didn’t you say you wanted to make a movie? it’s not so different just because they’re all watching, is it? you’re not shy now, are you? oh— oh you are? i have something for that you know. oh come on don’t shake your head at me. i’m sorry i got the dosage wrong last time but i’ve got it perfect now. it won’t be days like before, just knock you out for a few hours. it’ll be better. you won’t even remember













