Poor Parker London! He used to have it going for him. Steady job. Wife at home. Future. Kids. All that shit. Then he took that wrong turn down that alley, ended up hostage at some crazy doctor lady’s private lair, and is steadily going insane in his new roll as a fuck doll plaything for Nikki D, or Doctor Nikki, as she prefers to be called.
Today it’s no different. The same routine. She comes and pulls his hair, slaps him around, taunts him with the shackles of his straightjacket. Hell, even if she lets him out, he’s under guard supervision. There is no hope. He is a fuck slave. There is no escape.