She couldn't outlast me. But she danced back, deflecting my vicious attacks with ease, a smirk on her lush lips.“Yes, let those emotions out. You wa...t me. I can feel it burning in your eyes. What are you waiting for, erinyes? Fall to your knees and worship my cunt.”“Never!”My screech echoed through the room. I hated her. I hated her more than mother hated High King Peter. I wanted to throw her to the ground and ram my spear into her cunt. I would fuck her so hard with it. She would gasp and. “Come, let’s take a shower and grab that coffee” I helped her remove her garter belt and stockings as we stepped in the shower. I washed her from head to toe, my hands and eyes in a strange wonderland. I washed her breasts, ass, and thighs. I even started to soap up her little cock, she braced herself against the wall as I stroked her. But she stopped me,”I cum so much better with something in my ass” She did the same to me, stopping to wash my cock and balls very well, making me hard again.. I had no idea that I would feel this way, not even a glimmerwhen Claire asked me to stand in for her friend at that fair; I agreedto do it on a lark, a fun thing to do, nothing more. All I had to dowas stand there and look nice while I ran the cash register. Easy Ithought. A skirt and blouse, some makeup and earrings. It was whenClaire helped me get ready that I began to see how much better Ilooked as a girl than a guy that I started to doubt myself. Like mostguys, I never considered wearing. I wondered what I was doing but I had signed.The injection in my arm was quick and painless. I was asked to stand andquickly I went rigged. Once ridged I was greased and lifted onto a spikedpedestal. A good 9 inches long which meant without help I could not getoff.In the room where at least 10 other impaled CD's. After a while two mencame in with a funny gadget. It was a burdizzo. I could not move butwondered what they were going to do. They walked up to one of the impaledCD's and lifted up.