He whispered into my ear "ready to suck my big black cock sissy boi." He got up and pulled me down in front of him. On my knees I was eye level with h...s crotch. He was wearing sweat pants and I grabbed them and pulled them down seeing this thick bulge in his underwear. He said "bitch kiss my dick" compelled to do so I leaned in and pressed my lips against his bulge. As I kissed his crotch I could taste the piss and cum on it. He the said "bitch turn around and grind my cock" I turned around and. I suffer a slow and agonizing death.The pain drives me mad, but still my senses are fully aware of what is happening to me. Without mercy the flames devour me, I feel them bite into my thighs. The sackcloth offers little protection from the roaring inferno, it burns brightly, small pieces of the scorched rag are torn away by the flames, leaving sooth and seared skin, the burning fabric drifting upwards before dissolve into ashes. My whole body is writhing and convulsing in the chains, unable to. "Hee-hee, he's a fiesty one," one of the girls said giggling. A third girl grabbed him from behind putting the choke hold on him, and the other two lifted his legs of the ground. They then laid him on his back and sat on him. One girl straddled each of his extremities.Meanwhile, Victoria had locked the store, put the CLOSED sign in the window, and pulled the shades.Mike continued to struggle wildly, but it was useless. He couldn't move any of his limbs, all he could do was wiggle his torso.. Heck, the way you look even now, I bet I could enroll you in the local high school back home as aninth grader and no one the wiser." And that idea made him twitchpleasantly, too.Barbie laughed. "Harry, you say the cutest things!"He laughed with her, "I could say the same about you."She shook her head, "Yeah, well, I've made sort of a career of it. Ilike you, Harry. But I don't think I love you." Not the way I love you," he admitted. "I can see that. But, Barbie,you make me--I don't know how to.