"My husband is intent on humiliating me. First he threw out all my bras. Now I can only wear T shirts. Next he says I get 2" nipple rings.Master is a ...'5" shemale with 12" cock. Mistress is bull dyke. I'm tattooed head to toe with porn. I started a nice Long Island girl.I think I'm in love. Master brought home a new slave. Can't wait to feel her tongue on my clit ring. He's whipping her now. She screams niceBlindfolded on a medieval rack. Click. He whips my stomach. I scream into my gag. Click. Either Deia was unwilling to heal Bena’s brother, or he was beyond her goddess’ power to heal. The goddess offered no explanation. Neither thought filled her with hope.It had taken time before some of the townsfolk had come to acknowledge the change within her. It had taken time for people to trust in it. It had taken time for her to trust in it.Back in that burnt-out clearing, with its air befouled with soot and silt, Uud and Syl had scoffed when she’d objected violently as they tried to. "Chosen for me? How did these two get in? And who was the other one by the window?"Look," she went on, still with an edge of irritation in her voice, "I've sorted things out for you. This is the right one. The one with the right name." She pushed the figure forward into a shaft of light coming through the other window - and the figure was a corpse! I could smell it now and see sodden putrefying flesh beginning to peel from its face. I knew I wasn't dreaming. This was all too real - too. "Her mom with a satisfied look, got up, went to the stairs and called Shirley. She came back in gave she and I more coffee and put a cup out for Shirley.Most country folks have a big kitchen table. Most can seat 10 easy. Shirley's mom was setting at one end and I was setting at one side next to her. My assumption was Shirley would sit on the other side of the table from me so I stood behind that chair to hold the chair for her. (Old custom, used to be the thing to do.) instead Shirley came in.