Adrian
I feed Kat another gummy and pull her panties on. I just made her o****m twice–once with my tongue, once on my d**k. She’s completely blissed out, but I’m sick to my stomach.
I can’t believe I’m doing the same thing those mudaks at the rave did to her. The same sordid s**t that was done to Nadia. But it was the best way I could come up with for keeping her quiet while I get her on the ship.
I have a plan. It’s a damn flimsy one, but it’s the only one my conscience can accept. The one where I somehow make her halfway willing. And sadly, giving her the CBD gummies labeled for anxiety is part of that plan.
So is s*x.
I move quickly, dressing Kat back in her tiny skirt, b*a, and one of my t-shirts. She’s floppy and compliant as a rag doll. Her hands are still free–I let her sleep
