Jenna is walking alone at night back from the store. Her card was declined and she has been living in her car for weeks but her car got towed this morning with all her possessions. She has nothing left of value except her used up body with saggy tits.

Chapter 2: Building Tension

Jenna's body ached, and she could hardly keep her eyes open, the weight of the drugs that coursed through her veins making even the act of breathing a laborious effort. She was sitting in a dark, cramped closet, barely larger than a broom cupboard, its floor cold and unforgiving beneath her. She had no idea how long she had been there but the sweet smell of the gas that filled the closet kept her docile and horny.

Her head spun as the smell crept into her nostrils, making her deeply aroused and submissive. Jenna was unable to fight against it; she was trapped, bound by a necessity to surrender to the drugs coursing through her veins.