Her make-up had been smoky and dark, showing off her ice blue eyes. Her lips had been a glossy, candy floss pink. Now she looked a mess; still sexy, b...t a sexy mess. Her hair was matted and roughed up, her make-up was smeared over her pretty face, and I could see by the way the white jersey dress clung to her curves that she had discarded her bra and knickers and no doubt had them bunched up in her handbag, discarded by the door. She grunted as I advanced on her and grabbed her around her. Stressful..."."How... how'd I get... here... ?" I took you out of the chair after you exhausted yourself," he explained, "After about an hour, you'd cried yourself to sleep. How do you feel now?"Tonya had to think about it for a while; after all the torment she'd been through, she thought she'd be miserable, but... "I feel... okay, I guess..." More relaxed? Feeling better about yourself?" Mmmmmm...", Tonya thought for a moment, "Yeah, I do..." A lot less of the hurt that you were feeling?"Tonya. ” “Devious?” I feigned shock, “I’ve never been called that before. An SOB, a bastard and a rogue, but ‘devious’ is a new one. I guess I just can’t help myself when I’m with such a beautiful, sensuous woman like you.” Her eyes fluttered when I said, “I want to fuck you till you scream.” We were sitting across from each other in the limo, and I could tell that she thinking about it too. But she said, “Stop that, David. Let’s have a drink and enjoy the ride.” I fixed her a gin and tonic, the drink. He or she would have whatever was desired, and everyone in the village did what they could to make their sacrifice’s last year as pleasant as possible.It may seem strange, but so lavishly did the people treat their would-be hero that young people competed for the right. In fact, as word of the quadrennial festival spread through the land, people from near and far came to the town for the lottery, hoping that they would win the right to be the champion selected to fight the ogre.And so it was.