Coating my throat as it slid into my belly. "The deal still stands at five, you worthless limp dick sissyboi. You still have two more cocks to suck an... swallow their loads, and then maybe I will let you cum."My balls began to churn and ache inside my cage as soon as I heard the word "maybe" come out of her mouth. This throbbing pain I had been withstanding for weeks as she denied me, has been driving me insane every day and night. All I could hope for was her mercy tonight and that I could. Slipping in a black, very tight, armless, strech top which showed off my rigid nipples and small natural cleavage, I then stripped over a cream coloured , long armed satin blouse and a very short school girl style, red checkered mini skirt. Now a few final touches, fake Perls around the neck, big round clip on earrings, a few cheap rings on the fingers and a low end, slutty smelling parfum and the transformation was completed.There she was, a sultry, slutty dressed street sissy whore ready for. All this my mother did so that I would never be called to go to thefighting, but as fate would have it, the fighting came to us. When I wasbut 15, and away in the fields, the soldiers came to plunder our cropsand burn our farm. My blessed mother tried to defend herself from them,and was most cruelly slain on the spot. When I came back at dusk, they took me and, finding me comely, wereprepared to take their pleasure upon me. But, in answer to my prayers,the Holy Virgin interceded on my behalf. To the ships she raided she was known as the Satin Fist. She was known to be as deadly as she was beautiful. Every ship she found was burned and sunk to the bottom of the ocean. The men and women that survived were found clinging to bits of flotsam, Satin took no prisoners. To her crew she was known simply as Captain Morgana. Only one dared to call her Layla onboard the ship, and then only in the privacy of her captain's quarters. The captain looked up at the crow's nest where her first mate.