The protector

You have such a great friend...a protector. She'll watch out for you if you get too wild. She promises she will. You know you cannot handle your liquor very well and tend to get a bit...bold when you drink. But that does not matter because your friend says she will watch out for you...your protector.

Alas, your friend's idea of protecting you is letting that guy at the club feed you drink after drink after drink. Your protector is busy on the dance floor. However, friends to the end yet competitors forever your protector decides to look in on you because the possibility looms that you are having a bit more fun than she.

God she is right. The drinks are now shots and the shots are now an offer of pills. You look at your protector and she nods her approval. Now feeling too wonderful to refuse an invitation Dr. Feelgood's house. The protector tells you all will be well and possibly even get better.

Now you and your protector gagged and bound on some mattress in a basement. Dr. Feelgood is taking photographs. He is arranging your clothes to expose you...posing you...threatening you not to move. This game now getting a bit scary. A knife now cutting off your clothes. Your now sober eyes looking at your protector. She wiggles and squirms in her bonds and muffled words tell you that all will be alright. She will protect you.