Chapter Ten
Much later, he heard a voice say, “I think he’s coming to.” He shook his head carefully from side to side, and looked around. The Honey College cheerleaders were clustered around him, giggling with mock sympathy.
“Looks like we really did it to you,” the first voice said. He remembered the second onslaught, the drug overload on his poor s*x-charged brain, the feel of girl flesh, the scream of s****l agony drawn from him...and then nothing.
He was not tied up, but he was so weak, trembling. There was no way he could escape, or even move without assistance. He looked around. He was no longer on the bleachers. He was in a gym, an exercise room filled with gleaming exercise equipment. One girl handed him water, which he drank gratefully. He could feel his strength returning.
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