She threw her arms around his neck to hold on. His legs rubbed against the insides of hers as he carried her along. When he set her down, they were st...ll outside. His hands went to the zipper on the back of her uniform.“Here? Outside?” she asked.“Nobody comes here.” And she saw that he had his mower parked across the cinder path. She started to think of other objections, but his lips were on her neck, and she stopped thinking at all. He kissed one part of her and then another while he took her. She shivered with arousal and pleasure, twisting the needles hard.Once they were done with the oil and put the flasks away, the ladies' ears pricked at the sound from underneath Shakia.He was weeping. A pathetic wail. Shakia could feel the tears mixing with the wetness from her cunt.The ladies shared look, then laughed spontaneously. They hadn't even started torturing him yet!This was a very promising start.Then it was time for needles.They started with his hands and feet. One lady for each. In contrast, my Dexterity was phenomenal. I had a +2 bonus to Initiative, +2 bonus to hitting with missile weapons, and a -3 bonus to my Armor Class. I certainly couldn’t complain there.Having only 8 Constitution was really troubling. There was no penalty to my HP, but I only had a 60% chance of surviving being petrified or polymorphed against my will, and more importantly, only a 65% chance of being resurrected if I died. If I died and failed that roll, it was all over for good, considering. ‘Not at all.’ She replied. With that she leaned down and pulled off her prosthetics followed by her compression socks revealing 2 perfect, round, mid shin stumps with barely a hint of a scar. She used her hands to shuffle herself around and put them on my lap. ‘Feel them.’ She ordered with a smile.I could feel my hands shaking and the butterflies in my stomach getting worse. I gently placed my hands on each stump, they were the most wonderful thing I’d ever felt. I squeezed and could feel the 2.