Arnie Klow, infantilized and locked up in a Black Whorehouse, at the mercy of dark hookers who delighted in teasing him and treating him like a Baby. And there was Bill Gilbert, held prisoner in a stable of Pony Girls and Stallions, reduced himself to half-sexed chastity.

And as I showered, noting that the oil that had been lavished all over my soft skin had turned it an odd, reddish-brown-yellow color, and that the shampoo I was given was making my hair dark, straight and oily, I wondered what Janna had planned for me and Eric!

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A week passed, seven days of being paraded about in fine leathers, petted, trained, oiled, and exercised. Seven days in which I watched the dark stain growing more and more permanent all over my body, just as the changes in my hair became irreversible. By the end of my stay, I was a tawny, exotic-looking female, perhaps a little like Janna herself.

And then one night, after dinner, I felt myself growing oddly drowsey. Saw the Cowgirl looking down at me with cool calculation.

Ma'am, 11

"Won't be long now, She said to Faleen, who suddenly appeared behind her, "Another couple seconds an' she'll be out like....

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I don't know how long I was out. I

felt myself being carried someplace, sensed the vibration of tires on

a roadway as I was driven away. Then there was a cold warehouse where

I felt myself being crated up with... what was this? Another woman! Both of us too doped up to move or even protest as they twined her legs about my back and set her soft, tawney rump on my face, even as my own smooth legs were being packed around her! The inside of the crate was comfortably lined, and I felt myself drifting off into drugged slumber once more.... Then there was the giddy, lifting sensation of flight, as if we were being shipped someplace by air, the soft, smooth flesh of the woman who shared my crate swaying gently against me as the plane that carried us wafted through the clouds.... And then, much later, there was a rocking motion, as of a small boat sailing silently through the darkness.

say,

"Quiet now," I heard someone "I don't know which would be worse: Getting spotted by a Patrol Boat while we're still miles off shore, or being picked up by the Locals when we get further inland!"

"That's why she timed it like this," Someone else whispered reassuringly, "No moon tonight! So long as we're careful, we can drop them off with no problem!"

That's good, I thought, drifting back into drugged slumber, No Problem.

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