Meet Sabrina

Even with a little legal protection, John still went to busier places by himself.

A few days later, he went out for groceries. As he walked, he marvelled at the changes that AGS had already caused in society.

There were many obvious master/pet pairs. Some pets wore collars. Some had obvious S&M gear. A few pets wore extremely skimpy outfits. Nobody seemed to mind any of it. Apparently a little light embarrassment had become accepted for AGS patients.

His mind drifted as he walked.

Maybe he could explain to Veronica how much anal sex would help her AGS-related stress. He hadn't exactly been an angel with Veronica, but maybe violating her asshole was a step too far?

He had been meaning to explain to her that vigorously masturbating while he watched was allowed for some reason. That was definitely something he wanted to introduce.

John also thought that he'd like to explain to Veronica that taking a facial would provide some kind of enhanced relaxation. Probably, he reasoned, if she scraped the cum from her face into her mouth, it would provide some kind of slow-release calming effect.

His pace slowed as his mind was occupied by the image of Veronica's face dripping with his cum. He stopped entirely as he imagined her hungrily slurping it into her mouth.

At this moment, a woman ran up to him and snapped him out of his thoughts, "can I suck your cock?"

Taken aback, he asked, "what? Why?"

She seemed annoyed, "I have to suck ten cocks in three hours or I'll die! Look, can I blow you or not?"

John realized he was dealing with an AGS patient and firmly asserted, "the timer stops when you're talking to me, so don't worry about it."

She suddenly relaxed, "oh good," she rubbed her jaw, "I need a break."

He asked, "what's your name?"

"Sabrina."

John paused and took a good look at her. She had flowing red hair and a stunning chest. He wondered if he should have taken the blowjob.

He decided to get to the point, "you need to tell me who told you about the cock sucking or... something bad will happen."

"My friend Frank. He has done so much to keep me alive."

"Uh huh." John predicted, "he told you to do lots of stuff like sucking cocks?"

"Sometimes it's blowjobs," she explained dispassionately, "yesterday I had to show my tits to twenty people. The day before that I had to masturbate in the park." She concluded earnestly, "Frank is so careful to make sure I'm doing it all right too."

"And how does he do that?"

"Well, when I get home, he makes sure I tell him all about it."

John's brain finally let a piece of information slide into place. He looked down at Sabrina's hands, "Sabrina, you need to let me see your wrists."

She immediately extended her arms to him. There was no little red octagon tattoo. He rubbed his hand over the place on her wrist where an AGS tracker would have been implanted, feeling nothing.

He asked, "Sabrina, do you have AGS?"

She looked at him confused, "what's AGS?"

John glanced up and down the street, "and Frank is at home now, not here somewhere watching you?"

"He stays at home, of course," she said as if the question was stupid, "it only works if I tell him about it later while he jerks off." She scoffed, "don't you know anything?"

With one last look at Sabrina's chest, John said, "Sabrina, you're in danger here. You have to come with me with me to my apartment. I can keep you safe there."

"Oh my god, thank you so much!"