"Go ahead,tell me to play with my tits or finger myself. It won't work." He did so,quietly, and I didn't obey."I bet you want to know what we're going...to do to you," I taunted. "Are yougoing to wake up with tits bigger than mine? Or maybe you'll still be male,but a scrawny hundred pound weakling who likes to beg muscle men to shovetheir dicks up your ass? It would only be fair for what you did to her." Fuck you," Dave rasped and tried to avoid looking at me."Do you have any idea what you've. Here is an update of how my humiliation continued in 2015:Over the year Sally and Mark have stayed together and I have continued to pay the Mortgage etc to keep them happy. Mark and Sally have often visited my bedsit room to humiliate me and punishing me for being so feeble. Sally ordering me to strip off and then them both laughing at my penis. I would be ordered to stand up with my legs apart so they could take turns kicking and kneeing me in the balls, they could tell I liked it as I would. The first time in my life I was telling myself that. “I was talking about what you were wearing.”“Oh, the Black Queen. Dark Phoenix is in red tonight.” I stopped with the door open at Nastya’s words. I laughed. I entered. They followed.The room was cartoons. Anime was elsewhere. Disney was elsewhere. Kinda. I saw my Baroness, Dakota. She was on her knees. Her elbows were handcuffed to the girl kneeling against her back. A new face, green makeup and black hair. Low light and the disguise of. “Benjamin!” He greeted, “thank god you’re here!”“Morning Mr Daniels,” Ben took stock of all the boxes, and all scrap metal and machine parts that littered the cramped garage. “What uh, what do you need help with exactly?”The old man waved a dismissive hand at the chaos around him. “I’m working on a brand new project and I need all of this cleared away.”“What is,” Ben gestured to the boxes, “ all of this?”“Prototypes, failed experiments…junk, in essence.”This was not unusual. During his youth Mr.