. so he had acouple options: 1. He could either become an gay prostitute or he couldbecome a transsexual prostitute (whatever happened in the future...- hewas going to get fucked). 2. He could either submit to his fatewillingly (getting to make his own decisions), or he could fight andattempt to resist (and loose any ability to affect his own fate). Kylewas already shocked and horrified. He didn't know how to respond. Andthen he was informed that the decisions for both points 1 and 2 were. Dread swept over Irina. Something was terribly wrong.The things got blurry as blood rushed through her ears. The fear was threatening to overwhelm her. She had to ... to ... hide. She crept slowly to her closet. A few slight creaks on the old floorboards made her wince and hold her breath.She slipped into the closet, and closed the door. Just as she arranged the clothing in front of her, she heard the sound of measured footsteps on the stairs. They were not Boris's, and yet they seemed somehow. Her primary source of sexual satisfaction was her dedication to the art of masturbation. She had refined her techniques to produce mind-shattering orgasms in the shortest space of time possible.When Winona entered the well-appointed dining room at Candy's mansion, she walked slowly about the room so that both Candy and her Father could see her perfectly shaped ass from all angles. Her constant referral to the full length mirror in her bedroom had assured Winona that her "shelf" of beautifully. Then she licked harder, the roughness of her tongue sending thrills through his body. His hand trembled on her head as he resisted the urge to shove hard, jam himself into her throat. She was no longer an untouchable goddess, she was a source of pleasure that almost drove notions of civilized behavior out of his brain. She took him a tiny bit deeper into her mouth, moving her tongue around the swelling head, sending more jolts of pleasure through him, still controlling the depth of penetration.