If Gia couldtalk she would have begged for mercy but it would have fell on deafears.One of his favorite pastimes was flogging his androgynous slave un...ilshe was a bloody mess. It was almost a sick and twisted game. He woulddemand complete submission from the girlish boy with the defiant eyes,and enjoyed trying to beat the resistance out of her. About 6 monthslater he was found impaled on a pike in his castle.Chris skipped ahead to master number 14 who was a vile female sadist bythe name of. " I figured you'd see it my way. But you also have to serve the girls ata little party I'm having tonight." Not... like this." Oh? And what would you like to wear? Your pretty maid's outfit? Wouldthat be better, lambkins?" No, but... I mean..." You mean that you don't want to be seen in any of your pansy wardrobe bya bunch of females who are going to laugh at you and make jokes aboutwhat a small-dicked wimp you are. Right?" I hung my head and mumbled,"Yes, Ma'am." I knew when I was. I decided to pick up a bottle of wine from the shop across the road. The buzzer sounded as I entered. Behind the counter was a young Pakistani woman, our eyes met."Where's Mr Abbassi" I asked. "He's gone to visit family in Pakistan" "Are you his daughter" "Yes" "I see" She smiled. She had large brown eyes-framed by charcoal makeup, she wore a tight black t-shirt, and she had thick glossy black hair that flowed down to her lower-back. My eyes wandered along the shelves of wine, as I was reading. She lay flat on her back, the Chief above her with his knee planted in her solar plexus and a finger strike poised at her trachea. Had she not been armored, that knee would have crushed ribs, punctured a lung and probably her heart. The blow to the trachea would have ruptured her windpipe, killing her more slowly, but just as surely.Standing back up, the Chief offered her a hand and pulled her to her feet."Much better this time, Themis. You still missed the follow-up after my elbow strike.