Karyn Is Far Too Independent

After the collar appeared around Karyn's neck, she felt something pinch her. Suddenly, she felt woozy. Was she drugged? She collapsed on the floor, then looked up at Jon. He had a device in his hand. And whatever it was, he was using it. He pushed something on the device, then said "Go play with Sarah, Karyn." Karyn smiled, still feeling drugged, then crawled over to Sarah, who also seemed to be out of it. Sarah helped Karyn take off her clothes. And when Karyn was finally naked, both of them made out with each other. Jon let out a sigh of relief. Karyn was back where she was supposed to be. The chances of anyone finding out what had happened were quickly dwindling. Jon was out of danger, for now. He was seriously rethinking how he had been treating Karyn. She wasn't his friend, she was his sex slave. And she should have been treated like one. It was too much of a risk to let her wear clothing or even let her talk when she wasn't given permission. No, Jon wasn't going to make *that* mistake again. He turned around and looked at his two sex slaves. At the moment, they were having fun, kissing and rubbing each other. But soon, they'd have fun doing *other* things. And Jon himself would be joining in.