The girl arched herself backward, trembling, struggling to keep the weight away from the box. She had good reason to. From the box ran a wire connecte... to a pole. The pole jutted up from the floor, gleaming metal. Its end, a dildo, was planted deep in the girl's cunt. It was thick and stretched the lips of her pussy wide. It was shiny with her juices. If she slumped forward, relaxing her pose, the weight would drop down onto the box, completing an electrical circuit. When the circuit was. Made it first in the regionals. But Momsaid you wrestled in high school?" * "Sure did and still do." * "Well you certainly have kept in shape. Where do you wrestle?" * "I belong to this club" * "Say... how about a match this evening... but I wouldn't want tohurt you or anything." * "We'll see about that k**do. Do you have a singlet?" * "Yep, when Mom told me about you I thought I'd bring one along incase we could have a match or two." * "Well, let's get going." They packed their gym bags and. He knew he would never be the same and he knewhe had a new and exciting future to plan.As he entered his house, he went immediately to The Sanctuary, his refugefrom the world. His head was pounding and he felt nauseous. The alcohol hehad consumed on his first "drunk" had wiped away every inhibition, yet itleft him feeling rotten. He kept the lights low and lit four votive candlesat the alter he had constructed to his mother's memory. He stripped off hisblouse, pants and lingerie and couldn't. He got her in the habit of wearing clothes (though they didn’t fit well, since Buchard's wife sewed them believing they were meant for Peter), as her constant nudity still made him uncomfortable. She allowed Peter to accompany her hunting and he finally saw how she caught prey, lying in wait for so many hours so perfectly still that she seemed a part of the landscape until some unwary creature wandered too close and then she would snatch it up with her bare hands and break its neck or bite out.