” He handed it too her. “The bout isn’t over until one of you rams this up the other fighter’s ass.” He looked over at the caning bench. “...he Mistress has hired six security guards to grab you as soon as you are spiked and take you over to the caning bench. I don’t know if she is planning to cane you with the spike in place or not.” He spit on the stage floor outside the ring. Missy had seen him that upset only once before. “She has also arranged with the judge for you– technically for the. Then she reached out to him and pulled him down onto her, opening her smooth thighs at the same time and then clamping them tightly around one of his legs. Billy gasped at the feel of her incredible body, the enticing firmness of her thighs that squeezed him.Again their lips mashed hotly together, Billy becoming more and more accustomed to the strange sensations searing through his young body. Karen ground her pelvis harder against his loins, and he could feel her shiver from head to toe as her. At first I thought she was jesting with me (orcrazy) but when she took out the medallion and held it to my dress andstarted changing, I thought I was the crazy one. Seeing my mother turninto a copy of me was a weird experience and it felt like looking into aliving mirror, one where the image had a life of its own.My mother asked, "Do you believe me now?" Y-yes," I replied.She then proceeded in laying out all the basic information about themedallion and its powers that she and father had learned. "They are under guard, wearing handcuffs. Did they see me?" She lifted her binoculars to her eyes and scanned the rise at the far end of the trail along the saddleback. "No. I could only see you. That rise is blocking our position." I shifted my body sideways, scrunched down, and peaked out from the shadowed corner of a wastebasket sized rock outcropping. Eye level to the ground, I felt like one of the little people from Gulliver's Travels as I gazed through a forest of withered brown grass.