Miguel sets the dose to maximum

Camila's eyelids fluttered open, and she stretched her arms over her head. She heard a voice call her name.

"Comrade Camila, do you have something to add?" It was Pedro, the leader of her resistance cell.

"Sorry, I was just stretching," she replied. He smiled at her behind his large glasses, and she returned it. He was her favorite professor at school, and when he had invited her to an after-hours meeting of like-minded students, she couldn't resist. It was intoxicating to find there were others like her, others who saw the corruption that was swallowing her country and thought they could do something about it.

She looked around the small meeting room and saw several young faces smiling back at her. Professor Pedro liked to have his students sit cross-legged in a circle while he strode around inside it, confidently lecturing. It make him look ten feet tall, and she rather enjoyed the effect. Camila continued to look at her classmates, but she was confused to see them there. Alejandro? Didn't he flee six months ago? Marisol? She was taken by the guards only last week.

She had images flashing through her mind of things that could not be. Remembering guards kicking in her bedroom door and pulling a bag over her head. A boat ride to a private island. Being made to wear stones that turned her into a freely available whore. What a horrible dream!

"...Comrade Camila?" Pedro and the others were looking at her. "Are you all right?"

Camila blushed at the attention. "I have to apologize again, Professor, I was remembering a nightmare I had."

Pedro turned to her. "I find that speaking nightmares out loud robs them of their terror. Why don't you tell us what it was about?"

Camila blushed even harder. "Professor..."

"Give it a try. What could it hurt?" His kindly nature had a way of taking the fear out of anything. That's why she joined this group of rebels, she would have run into the night if he wasn't there at every meeting, smiling and reassuring.

"It's a little embarrassing," Camila confessed. "I was taken to an island by a government thug. They fitted me with a necklace and bracelet that would change from red to green ... and when I was green the men would be able to claim me."

"Claim you?" Marisol asked. "I don't understand."

"She means they could make love to her." Professor Pedro said quietly.

The Professor was right about nightmares. It felt as though saying it out loud lifted a great fear from her. It was a silly dream, after all.

"Yes, Professor. When the stones were green, the men were free to use me as they saw fit." Saying it herself made it even less scary. And somehow, arousing? When she had started to see the images, they had seemed horrible, but now? She wasn't sure.

"Do you mean, green like they are now?" Marisol asked, pointing at Camila. Camila looked down at her wrist, where the young woman was pointing. Sure enough, there were the stones glowing bright green. Half of Camila was surprised to see them, but another part was not. Of course they were there.

"Good eye, Comrade Marisol," Pedro said. "Comrade Camila, since your stones are green, would you be so kind?" He unzipped his fly and removed his penis from his trousers.

This created more confusion in Camila's mind. Surely, doing... that... to her Professor would be a violation. She had always heard rumors about him and other students, but she would never have participated in something so base. On the other hand, her stones were green. So how could she refuse?

"Comrade?" He asked again, and that pushed Camila to her decision.