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"Yes, I'm glad you saw it yourself. Of course you are to be humiliated. That is not the least of what will happen to you here. Do you think we have time to waste in simple orgies? It is the shock which teaches. And the shock does no good if you are expecting it, or are able to take it in stride. But we will save the theoretical discussion for later. For now, I want you to observe what a will-less puppet you are."  
    With that the black man came up onto the bed and pushed me back down. He knelt with his knees at my ears. He had an enormous cock, even limp, and it hung over my face like a curved banana. The others watched. Inside me my emotions and the speed churned, and I was in no mood for sex. But he leaned forward and just barely touched the edges of my lips with the head of his cock. Immediately upon contact I succumbed. Desire grabbed me like a balled fist. I felt myself go soft, and then moved my head from side to side so my mouth would just touch the very sensitive opening in the tip of the prick, giving him the most exquisite of light sensations. The pressure in my chest increased.  
    I felt my face change. I attempted to contact the inner feelings, and realized that I was suddenly sixteen, and a girl. I had become a skittish young virgin, much like the kind that I used to date, the kind whose defenses provided their greatest source of eroticism. I realized that I was reliving a projection, and now I was to learn first-hand about those defenses. But I would also have control. I was the dispenser of pleasure, and I could play with him as delicately as I wanted. Revelations surged through me as I put my tongue out ever so slightly and inserted it into the opening of his cock. I could hear him pull in his breath quickly. I moved down and put my tongue at the crack where thighs and balls meet, the most sensitive part.  
    Then I heard a snap, and the sweet smell of amyl nitrate filled the room. An inhalator was put into my nose, and as I breathed deeply, a voice said, "Go down on him, baby, go all the way down. Lick him good."  
    The drug unstrung me. Rush after rush of longing left me totally open. I clamped my mouth around his asshole and sucked for all I was worth. Every fold of skin, every hair bristle, was a sharp sensation. Part of me saw the picture of myself lying with a man grinding his ass into my face, and myself loving it, wanting more, probing deeper. Decadence and liberty raced neck and neck. He reached back and spread his cheeks, and the hole pushed forward, as though he were going to shit in my mouth. But I was beyond caring. I was where it felt right doing what felt good. What did it matter what the forms were? I dug deep into his asshole with my tongue and then licked him all over, up and down the crack and over every inch of the glistening cheeks. The deep musky smell made me drunk. I gasped and sucked pleasure from the opening.  
    Another realization struck. I was sucking pleasure! Yet just a moment ago it was to have been I who gave pleasure. The image of a wizened succubus went through my mind. Whose pleasure was this? Was I the timid teen-age girl allowing herself to be degraded, or was I an ancient parasite leeching sensation from the flesh of another? I began to get lost down the corridors of thought when I felt a sudden jolt. The giant above me had sensed my distraction and seemed angered. He now had a full, throbbing erection which he sank into my mouth. "Suck this, you little bitch," he said.  
    I was shocked. I felt a real blow to my sensitivity. I actually suffered indignation. This brute merely wanted satisfaction. He cared nothing for the niceties of the situation. And with these feelings another surge of lust ran through me. A deeper layer of fantasy-reality. I was actually being used. I was really being abused. I began to moan, and another popper went into my nostrils. Too much. I just opened my mouth and let him do what he wanted. He leaned forward and pinned my wrists to the