Am I scared? No. I'm terrified. Petrified. Literal meanings: Turned to earth or turned to stone. But I do think that this bitch filling me with water while sitting on my already over-full bladder might have something to do with it. In fact she probably wanted me to piss on her floor, or why do that?<br/><br/>She's deliberately massaging my lower belly, to make me pee more? But then her hands are back on my boobs. Under any other circumstances I might actually be enjoying that, and my nipples harden. I'm trying not to listen to what she's saying. Something about turning me off? A twist to a nipple makes me yelp in pain, but there is something else there too.<i>Oh my god, NO! I cannot get excited. That's just sick!</i><br/><br/>I concentrate on the fear even as she plays with my boobs in ways that have always managed to turn me on -<i>Wait, is this someone I know?</i>I don't recognise the voice and I am pretty sure I would have known her last night while she was getting me drunk enough not to notice the roofie.<br/><br/>She walks off and it's longer this time before she returns. I start to wonder if she will come back. My pee has stopped at last but I'm lying in a cooling puddle. Is she just going to leave me here? For how long? It seems like ages until I hear the<i>tak-tak-tak </i>of her heels on the floor again, but I know it can't be that long.<br/><br/>There's a soft splash from where she stopped between my legs, and wet droplets spray my thighs. But then she moves again. It sounds like she's directly above me when she speaks again.<br/><br/><i>Do I remember? </i>I have a vague recollection of golden hair, but that's about it. Something stings my left breast, then my right breast, like nothing I've ever felt before. I squeal each time, and my hands clench together. It's involuntary, but as what she's saying penetrated the haze of fear and disorientation I realise that I'm not doing what she wants. This is a small victory. and I keep my hand together. Let<i>her </i>wonder for a change!<br/><br/>The stinging impacts on my breasts continue, but I'm determined, This is the one thing I still control. By not obeyi g the simple code and telling her, I retain this tiny piece of control over my destiny.