The burning, stinging, blazing pain is unimaginable. She is overwrought, her brain soaked with pain, her throat choking on the gag. Her knees give way...but the belts hold her securely to the cross. Back at the workbench, he assembles a wicked clawed clamp with a small bucket hanging from a foot long chain. Bending between her legs, he flicks her beaten clit, raw, dark red, yet fully aroused. Grasping her clit and pulling it completely free of its protective hood, he closes the clamp on the full. The man said, "Right this way, sir", and motioned for me to walk in front of him down the hall. As I approached the first exhibit, I could see that it contained a red velvet covered mannequin head wearing a necklace with a round silver pendant. As I went to inspect it, a woman said, "You don't want that". I turned back and noticed that my escort was now an aging black woman wearing a simple orange cotton dress. Turning my attention back to the items, I saw that the cases near it had one. Why don’t you lead us back upstairs?”And, yeah. That ass looked especially awesome from three steps behind and below.I guided her into my bedroom, and she stood in front of the bed, looking kind of nervous. “You said last night that I deserved a treat,” she repeated.“Yes,” I agreed. “I did say that, and you do deserve one. You were a good girl to find those sheep again. But,” I smiled - after all, in for a penny, in for a pound - “you were a bad girl to lose them in the first place. Don’t you. It was the samemuslcey stud from the pictures."I...uh...I'll be right back..." Jack heard himself say in Jasmine'svoice. He got up and rushed into the bathroom. On the way, the voicecalled out, "Ok, but get that ass back here soon!" Jack shut thebathroom door and looked carefully at the reflection in the mirror. Itwas definitely Jasmine. He turned to the side and inspected every inchof this new body. "I'll be damned...the professor was right!" But...nowJack had to deal with this mystery guest.