She whined in terror and shook her head as Tank stood before her and looked straight into her teary eyes. “As promised, we’re gonna beat your ti...s for not being a good little whore,” the Outlaw calmly declared. “And since you like needles so much, we’re gonna stuff your little tits full of them, just like we did your asshole and cunt.” “No please,” Hannah begged, shivering in abject horror as Tank pulled out one of the 1.5” spines. “Please! I’m—I’m sorry!! I’m so, so sorry!! I’ll be a good. Neither of us know each other’s addresses or real names, she is known to me as Erato. Erato is not her real name, nor even her chat name, we joked about muses and because I write poems about her, she calls herself my muse. We agreed to pass like ships in the night and continue walking on towards our destinations, at least we know how the other looks. The time was rapidly approaching for our little rendezvous and I was getting a little nervous to say the least, at least we won’t have to worry. "I don't think I got to explain myself further." Probably not. So what are you going to do? You going to send me upstate to hang with the big boys." You said."That isn't necessarily. I... We as a community see the greatness that is in you, John. We remembered when you hoodwinked an entire baseball crowd into believing you pitch a perfect game. We didn't care as a town we knew you were feeling bad about losing to our town rival. I recollect the time you made me think I was chicken at the town. “You wanted to be DOMINATED! Didn’t you?” He gurgled out his response, the collar high, like a noose as though she were to hang him; the feeling bringing more dribbles from his aching member.“ ... Yes ... oh yes.” Greta stroked the flesh of his cheeks with her cane as the women laughed contentedly with his admission of what they already knew too well; the satisfaction of having him shame himself openly, sweetly erotic. They had him now, and he knew it - he wanted to come, come hard as his.