Finally, one of the girls took a hypodermic syringe filled with more of the Countess’ exotic pharmaceuticals and injected it into the helpless victim’s buttocks. Then a second black plastic shell was placed over the back, forming a human sandwich. A boy sandwich, thought Lizandra. The Countess always had such interesting ideas. She noticed the video cameras taping everything. His mother the judge would get quite a thrill from this exhibition, she thought. Of course, the tape would be edited to remove all trace of faces other than the boy’s.
The c**k was still rigid, as much from terror as arousal, but soon the drugs would take effect and he would be in for a trip he’d never forget.
Thoughtfully, the girls had stationed several chairs around the imprisoned boy, along with a coffee table c
