Subcutaneous dilaudid

And elbows as a prostate-massager! Not sure of the exact penile pierce site, but it sounds like it was not 'just' subcutaneous! Hard to believe he would be poking anyone 8-12 hours later. Fiction...ain't it wonderful?

But I have been around but I really don't like to be sneered at for not knowing what 420 was. I have sold dilaudid, demerol, morphine, dextroamphetamnine 30 years ago but I avoided the MJ culture like the plague. This is the only one of your stories that I did not like and did not finish.

to describe the feelings of morphine and her sisters. When I read the poem, I was curious if you meant Fentanyl rather than fetinol, so I Googled it and it came up. I have never seen that drug name I am well acquainted intimately with the opiate family.
do you know the term, paradoxial delirium? It is a sort of opposite to the desired effect of a drug. Opiates cause me to be filled with energy, jacked up isthe term some people use. it is like that for my siblings as well. It is a shame that a drug with such potential for easing pain can cause so much, but then, it is the individual who makes that choice, right?
Your poem was interesting. I don't know else to say, except, when you mention dilaudid, my right arm begins to ache and I feel rather queasy, and for some reason, that isn't such a bad thing, especially when my house needs cleaning.
I hope you aren't suffering in the way me and my sisters are. We have what we call our morphine prayer--
Dilaudid, dilaudid, my dearling K-4, will you be there for me when the money runs out and the doctor finally dies?
best wishes,
NJ

is key to writing.
Colt was always gentle with Chelsea. Her mom and his mom weren't so gentle. After wiping her arm with an alcohol swab he slid the needle in, There we go. Ready for coffee?
This is not how or where you give a diabetic their shot. Never in the arm. Tops of thighs and abdomen. Always into subcutaneous fat.

Geez...In 2035, they cannot do any better than using 'deer-hunting' tag technology? The IRS will be in charge of this, of course (Institute of Random Sex) and if I were in charge, using 2013 tech, it would be faster and much less susceptible to fraud. Either an injectable subcutaneous capsule (like for sustained release birth control) or, simpler, a UPC code tattooed on everyone's wrist. Female uses phone app and phone camera to 'read' the code and then sends that information, plus hers, into IRS computers. Duplicate mates from previous sessions would be detective.
Overall, a cute little tale...which would have been much better if MdB had been available to review and work her magic.
4*

Amy was in heaven for the first three weeks of her marriage. Until the call came, Amy! This is Isabella!
Pack you bags! Run! By the time she got to the front
door, it was too late, there were three man and two women
with handcuffs.
The processing was quick, DNA samples, the photos, the strip search, the prison clothes, took less than an hour.
She was then escourted into a room and chained to a chair,
one of many containing her sobbing girlfriends. She was in
the back row against the wall. The front row contained
Isabella and her staff.
Ten minutes later, a lady walked in an introduced herself
as Mary Headford, lead investigator. She announced that
Isabella's operation had been under survelance for the
last two years for sex and cult crimmes. Brainwashing.
We have our mole that thank for breaking this wide open.
This is a tape made 6 months ago. The display came on.
Mark was seated at a polygraph table, answering questions.
Do you desire to wear womens underwear?.....NO.
Do you desire to wear high heels?...........NO.
The questions went on....each with a negative response.
Mary continued, As you can see, we also connected Mark
to a polygraph device, to assure that in his pre-influenced
state, he was going to be perfoming sexual act againnt his
will. This, by the way, is called RAPE!
The questions continued:
Do you desire to be prevented from orgasm?...NO.
Do you have any desire to be sodomized?.....NO.
Do you have any desire to drink urine?......NO.
Mary clicked on the remote and discontinued the playback.
To assist our mole, Mark allowed us to hypnotise him and plant a submissive personality over his dominant one. He
was also implanted with subcutaneous recording devices,
and given a house loaded with every surveilance device
we could think of. All was recorded.
Again, the screen turned on, and acts of humiation were
displayed, not only of Mark and Amy, but of her girlfiends
and their pet husbands. Each act is a seperate documented
case of rape. We have been working with your subjects, and
at this time, we have 9,562 documented acts. Isabella is
winning in charges, with 1,847 individual acts. Rape has
no death penalty in this state, but we have been given the
go ahead in this case to ask for the sentencing to be
sequential. So, Isabella, you are up for a total of 36,940
years in prison.
Folders were issued to each woman, each with a number on
it. Amy looked at the folder, 940 years....940 YEARS!
Several of the girls started sobbing, and a few started screaming at Isabella This is all your fault! I never wanted this to go this far! Amy though about her parents,
and if she would ever be able to explain herself to them.
Tears fell onto the folder, she never had even thought
about the consequences of being caught.
Finally, Mary held up her hand and asked for silence. We
have not yet questioned any of you, and we understand that
we will need to allow you a lawyer present when we do. We
will be needing some help in the procecution, and we will
be looking for some volunteers. We also need to put the
volunteers under to determine if you are also victims of
brainwashing.
We also feel that turnabout is fair play. You ladies were
given the opportunity to recieve a 'Perfect Husband'. We
believe that the fair cost of turning witness is for you
to become the 'Perfect Wife'. Either way, you will be
going to trial, the question is, do you want to spend the
rest of you life as a sex crime offender, or as a love
slave? The choice is yours.
Isabella tried to sceam, and strained at the chains that
locked her into her chair. Her ball gag prevented her
from saying much. The chair was bolted to the floor and
did not budge. Mary called for a nurse, and a few seconds
after the syringe was emptied, Isabella went limp.
Any Volunteers? Amy looked around the room. Several
of her girlfiends were raising their hands. She was in
the most vunerable spot, the one who had selected Mark
to make into a slave. She knew every act was recorded.
She lowered her head, and raised her hand, timidly. Two
women came and unlocked her from the chair. She was
walked into another room where a man sat at a desk
with a polygraph and video equipment. While Amy was
being re-chained into the chair, a man came up. You
volunteered for this, but you do not have to answer any
questions without a lawyer present. We will be more
cooperative with you hypnosis, and will leave out the
desire to consume any human waste from your conditioning,
if we can get started immediatly. Amy thought back, and
knew that some of the men had been conditioned to drink
their mistresses urine in order to orgasm. She was
turned off by the idea, and told Isabella that she didn't
want her husband doing that for her. The horror of
not cooperating fully hit her. She could become Mark's
human toilet, and even yearn to do so, begging him to
allow her to drink his urine. She broke down, and simply
waved off the lawyer. She would be his slave, and he
could control her orgasms, but she didn't want the
humiliation of what she had seen other wifes had forced
on their husbands.
Very well, lets get started. I'm sure you'll enjoy being
a 'Perfect Wife' much more than the alternative.