I am going to fuck you silly

"Why so naive? I am going to fuck you silly," he smirks at you.

He snaps the container shut, having flipped one out into his large palm. Pocketing it deftly, he holds out his clenched fist, fingers uppermost, the pill clenched inside.

"On your knees," he demands, still speaking in a kindly voice despite its firmness.

You can't quite work out why, but you obey. As you lower yourself, your pulse races further. There is something about the way he towers over you, and his assertive but not aggressive manner that thrills you. Just as there is something about the risk you are now running that thrills you too.

As your knees touch the floor, your face is near his crotch. Is that the outline of a huge erection? Can you smell the musk?

You snap yourself back to the present. You now at least know that he is not planning on taking a pill himself. But he could be giving you anything... and you could get trapped as a woman, or even pregnant... You don't want that, do you?

But this body might. Being so small, and weak, and vulnerable sends almost electric pulses through the surface of your skin - and they centre on the damp mess between your legs, and the little nub down there that you can now feel throbbing.

Still, you open your mouth to explain the risks, but as you do...