I was quickly led up two steps and then across the stage, toward just about the strangest thing I'd ever seen. It was nothing more than a large, squa...e post that had been set in a socket in the floor of the stage, with about eight feet of it exposed above that. There was a smaller crosspiece bolted to the upright post, and it looked like it was about two feet above my head. There were cuffs fastened to each end of the crosspiece, and I knew right then what was going to happen to me: I was. “Hungry. I’m so hungry. Please.” Tears coursed from her eyes, of confusion and fear, and I felt the sight like a churn in my gut.“No, no, no tears. It’s okay, little one. It’s all okay now.” How had Astarte done what she did to me? How? It was astonishing, given the power of protective instincts I acted upon without thought. I was by her side on the bed in an instant, humming softly in my throat to soothe her. And her tears stopped due to Compulsion’s effects, but she still sniffled, so wide. A few moments earlier, she had pushed the ajar door fully open to be confronted by the couple in an intimate embrace, and knocked afterwards, as it was clear they hadn’t noticed her standing there.“Oh, I’m sorry, kids, I should have waited before barging in after knocking, do forgive me.”“Of course, Lisa, it’s not a problem,” ‘Jeff’ smiled easily, “we were a little taken aback by the presence of Scott when we first arrived, but I am glad to say that I can now put a face to the stories about him. Sleeping with Jerome for a few months introduced me to the hip-hop world. Most of the company’s clients were hip-hop or rap record labels. I attended events with Jerome. He’d introduce me to several rappers. Sure, I’d flirt, give them my number, but usually I’d end up riding Jerome’s black cock later than night.All except one. His name was “Big Rascal.” Obviously that wasn’t his real name. I never learned of his real name. Either way, he called me a few nights after an event Jerome and.