I winced. “Ahhhh!” the man screamed in pain, before wet, streaming pussy slathered all over his face. A milky, creamy substance dripped and splash...d all over him. He shook his head, lifting his neck and sticking his tongue out for more. The woman skidded her ass across his tongue, and he swallowed as much of her pussy juice as he could. The other men clapped. I didn’t know whether to clap or go untie the poor fellow. The hot whip lashed out again, slapping across one woman’s breasts. She stuck. I get to watch them quietly. I get to clean them when commanded. I must talk and dress up like a sissy whenever James was over. Its my role now and Im cool with it. James has a great cock and I feel privileged to be able to service his massive cock and eat his cum from Sarahs pussy. I especially love it when they use my man-pussy. The ultimate is when Sarah uses her strapon and James tries to choke me with his rod. I wouldnt change this for anything in the world. As I said, times were starting. Me and about a million other /b/tards. How's that make you feel? Perverts all over the world jerking off to you sucking his cock right now?"She didn't answer. She couldn't. She had completely lost it. She was crying so hard and so intensely that the part of me who was still there felt pity for her. That part of me, though, was small. The monster was enjoying her humiliation. The monster wanted to further it.As we approached the old abandoned church a few minutes later I realized where the. Actually more like nine-tenths.I know... I know... sick and twisted... but the truth. And again, please don't tell anybody.I mean, she regularly wore pantyhose or thigh highs, the lace tops which I admired on most days when she was home, since her skirts were quite short. I always knew when her period was, because she wore jeans (which made no sense to me except that she obviously didn't feel sexy during that 'god awful punishment God cursed on women' as she called it).Between her and my.