It was there that I learned the various possible uses for the talents.I was found one day flat on my back inside a disused blacksmith's forge, blown i...to the back wall of the forge after an experiment in working with metal crystals. The thing had exploded like an over-wound spring, which come to think of it, it was. It was a good turn of thought that had me wearing a heavy apron that day. As it was, the surgeon's helper spent may hours sitting on my chest with a pair of heavy forceps plucking. Now my situation had gone from bad to worse (or was it better, at this point?). Now I was hanging from a cable by professional shackles in nothing but my black bikini underwear. The beating then began full swing. I lost count after 12 swats. I assume my brain was trying to shut down from the pain. She told me I could stop this at anytime, but she wasn't really going to test my endurance the first time, and if I did safeword, I might get a peck on the cheek on the way out. So I held my breath. Of course there was a professional photographer that had been snapping photos the entire time, especially getting close-ups of her face. People paid top dollar for those tear streaked face photos. Karl would make extra cash selling souvenir photos of the guests posing with Amethyst, each buried in their respective holes. Each guest would get a commemorative DVD of the event sent to them, and then Karl would of course sell that on the underground circuit as well. The first people walked up to. He didn't know how long he was sleeping, but he awoke to something blocking his sun. He blinked a few times and finally focused on a large shape standing over him. "Excuse me," he said, "but you're blocking my sun." Something was wrong with his voice. He immediately put his hand to his throat."I'm sorry." The mysterious stranger said. "But you're so beautiful, I just couldn't resist coming over to you." 'Beautiful? Me?' thought Arnie. 'He must be nuts. I'm not into guys!' Arnie sat up and.