Ketamine Duo

Mila. Leg’s crossed – hiding her pleasure. Beautiful as ever.

Long red locks in a high loose bun with side and front bangs. Burgundy velvet dress. Center diamond hole revealing her tight cleavage. Fabric tight on her waist and curves. Black seamed stockings with garter belt. Rose gold necklace. Teardrop pendant.

Greg had **** Hugo with Ketamine. Injected. Quick. Dragged to a close by apartment where Mila was. Mila smiled when she saw the prime man meat.

“Good boy,” she scratched Greg under the chin and kissed him. Two years ago Mila had forgiven Greg for running away. Not one to hold a grudge. She knew that more training was required.

Greg hurried to tie Hugo up in the chair. Wrists. Ankles. Hugo was woozy.

When Hugo came too he saw Greg and Mila standing there wearing masks. Greg wore a metal warthog mask. Mila with a red moth-wing mask.

"Q-Qu'est-ce qui se passe? Lâchez-moi, enfoirés!" (W-What is going on? Let me go, fuckers!)

Hugo struggled with the restraints despite his strength as a rugby lad. Feeling sick.

“Big boy… Mmm… Tell us about your little girlfriend Nadia, won’t you?” Mila smiled. A hand on his crotch.

"Va te faire foutre!” (Fuck you!)

Mila had a pair of scissors – “You are very big – I prefer smaller men – let’s cut you down for size…”

Hugo gulped. Everything was hazy. Hugo spilled everything. Nadia. Xiao Mei. Carte Rouge. Everything else he knew.

Greg seized up. His Nadia was now a mere stripper?! A sex worker?! He was furious.

Greg ran up at Hugo and began to punch him. One. Two. Three. Mila watched in surprise. Aroused. Hugo melted into blood and spit.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! That's my wife! My wife!" Greg screamed.

“Enough my loyal pet,” Mila said. Greg huffing. They bundled him into a car and drove him into the French wilderness – dumped him in a ditch - naked. Hugo was ****, beaten, but alive.

Morning came. A farmer found him lying in the mud.