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When, at last, they release him from the restraints, he is nothing but a mindless automaton, a willing sex slave. Gone is that military officer's attitude, that firm jaw and steely eye, and he is now totally submissive, almost boyish, with a blissful, sappy smile on his face. He now willingly agrees that he's nothing but a sex slave, and that he will serve his captors, and so he is soon naked and collared, grovelling on the floor and eagerly worshipping his new Master. I shout at my friend; I try to break the spell they have put him under, but there's no hope. He doesn't even remember who I am. He just kneels there, all docile like, and with that vacant smile, he tells me how wonderful it is to be in Master's power, and how I too will soon know the total peace and contentment of being under the Doctor's total control. I cannot believe what I'm seeing. And my captors enjoy their new toy. |
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