Once on each tit, you scream with pain and drop to your knees. “I did not tell you to turn around. Back into position.” You cry as you stand up an... turn around and hold the post. You start to pull your self together and you notice something hanging down from your ass and brushing the backs of your legs. It feels like horse hair. Angle goes to the wall and pulls down a harness then walks over to you. Your eyes widen as you realize why they are so small. They aren't for horses, they are for you.. “I may be small, but I am sure no bird...” Then she caught sight of the eagle. It looked huge, like it COULD carry her off. She said something in Chinese, sounded like an invocation to a higher power, as she tightened her hold at both ends. “... #&%$#$ ... OH NO! Hold me ... it fucking could grab me!”I suggested that choking me to death was bad, but she thought the eagle was worse. She held tight until it was out of sight.We were headed one way, the eagle another, so that didn’t take too long. The only way to reach Trumond was by driving through the only road connected to it which was located somewhere in the outskirts of Inassey.As much as I wanted to deny her request, I felt that my conscience would torment me for the rest of my days if I refused to help a woman in distress, as she had no means to reach me and no other way to seek help. I grudgingly agreed to help her and made an appointment for a next day. The appointment was scheduled for the November 7th at 3PM.The night before. The Maestro gripped her hips and thrust his hips upwards, impaling Isabeau with one powerful thrust. Isabeau let out a bloodcurdling shriek as she threw her head back and spread her arms wide. The Maestro fucked his cock in and out of her with wild abandon. He needed to hurt her, split her in half, punish her pussy and burn her insides with his hot seed. He fucked her with a bloodlust raging inside of him.The Maestro should have been terrified as Isabeau transformed into a winged beast before.