I looked up and there were some older men there. I found out later they were some of the guys Dads and they were pounding me good. Cum was gushing fro...m my pussy and I was swallowing all I could and stil more were filling me up. Now there was booze and I had a couple drinks and the buzz added to the one I got from the sex. One guy on me had just cum and exclaimed, Damn I gotta piss like a race horse. I wrapped my legs around him and held him in, Piss in me. and he smiled. Realy gotta go little. “This is how we treat those who try to escape.” The deep, wicked voice intones. Strikes upon your buttocks become rhythmic, alternating between cheeks, high and low, hard then soft. At first it stings and you start to cry out, then a warmth flows through you and you feel a strange detached safety. You lower your eyes, giving in to the torment and feel a thrill of pleasure flow through you, as if anticipating this, the strikes come hard and fast, sending a shiver through your body and a guilty. My heart skipped a beat again. There was an undeniable pull between us. I wanted nothing more than to feel his hard body pressed against mine, his lips on my neck and his steel hard manhood finding its way to my…“When did you move to New York?” he asked, breaking my steamy train of thought.“This summer.”“For work?”“Yeah, I’m working at Blue Star Publishing as a junior editor.”“Congrats!”“Thanks.”“Not pursuing a PhD? That essay you had sent me was pretty damn impressive.”“Maybe one day. I’m just. I grant you your treat.' Know this... young lady. Black magic demands that a price be paid for its benefits, and it is a dear price that you will come to know intimately. Nothing is for free. Before your foul little blackmail is done, your treat may very well become the trick. You may have to sacrifice your soul to gain that which you most desire."With that hoarse declaration, the old crone muttered a few unintelligible words. She made a few strange gestures in the direction of the man at the.