No mercy. No remorse. Only the most base emotions of fury and lust. I would kill anyone, even Faoril. I would rip, tear, cleave, devastate. Only death... exhaustion, or the satiating of my lust for sex would end the mad, berserker rage. And she wanted me to unleash it?The bitch had no concept what she asked.It lurked in the back of my mind, always there, ready to take over. The anger and lust stirred by her clawed hand stroking my dick. It swelled, howling to take over. It would destroy. There was no doubt that she had been blessed with a wealth of physical assets but she worked at it too. Only to be fair it wasn’t really work. She had always enjoyed running and cycling since she was a kid. It was the skiing that had landed her in her current predicament. A sloppy turn and a caught edge had done a number on her ACL. The only way to get full mobility back was surgery. She’d checked into the private clinic early that morning. If everything went according to plan she’d be back. This time off has really allowed me to become the three holed slut Jamal wants me to be.He continued to train me with plugs but with the addition of the "Love Glider" sex chair, he has been able to use a dildo and have it enter me anally. I was surprised to find that I get a wonderful orgasm from anal penetration. This past weekend he had some friends over and they all watched as he had me ride the glider to multiple orgasms. While they loved the show, they were disappointed that my holes were. After some time of discussion the topic went towards the night incident ~Me: Didi, are you still angry upon me ?Didi: do not talk about that idiot incident.Me: But didi, I cannot forget that incident in my life.Didi: You have to forget that incident because what you did with me is not possible in future.Me : But Why ?Didi : Because you are, my brother and a brother cannot do such activity with his sister.Me : Why can’t ? A sexual activity should need a male and a female, its not matter that.