The curve of her body became pressed against his groin, and his grip on her other hip immediately tightened with the shock of it. Her smile widened a... she thought "my goodness, he is happy to see me." Somehow drawing strength from that thought, she shifted to press more fully against that erection. After all, it was the reason she was there, fundamentally - she wanted to reassure it that she was happy too.He drew a long breath as she ground her body against his shaft, acutely aware that the. I didn'tdislike having a boy's body. At seven, I still had only the vaguestnotion of the physical difference between boys and girls, but if Ihad known more, I would have wanted to keep those boy parts--atleast back then.But I hated the life I had to live as a boy. We never talked about"sex-role stereotypes" in those days, but if we had, that's whatI would have objected to. The insane, compulsive machismo. Thenearly constant violence. The disdain for every kind of activityexcept athletics. . Daddy #2 was inside my pussy-ass.Daddy #3 and #4 went on each side of me, and made me jerk them off.Daddy #5 took of one of my heels, and started to lick, and suck on my nylon clad feet, and toes.Daddy #6 was taking pics, and video, while jerking off his cock.The daddies took turn being INside me, except daddy #6. He was just a looker.They all where inside my mouth, and tight pussy-ass. They called me dirty names, slapped, spanked me, told me what a worthless sex toy I am. It got me. He felt a brief touch of wonder. He had heard of this strange way of lighting rooms instead of torches. Electricity, it was called. It did not exist where he came from. What kind of magic created it?That wonder was short lived. It was soon overtaken by something else as he got a look of the room.It was indeed large, and full of things. It was the things which ignited the terror within Jord's heart. Chains and shackles on the walls, hanging from the ceiling, and bolted to the floor. At the back,.