” I lay across his fat torso and hugged him for warmth. His arms embraced me.“It won’t happen again.” He lied.“Will you be living here from ...now on, or just check in on your cunt and baby whore, from time to time?” I said it as sarcastically as I could.He slapped my bruised, naked ass. “Fuck if I’m going to commit to anything.”“Ow!” I nestled my face into his curls of chest hair. It smelled less rank. Only two days had passed since he showered. I wished I had power to get him in that cramped. As much as she feared what may happen she was desperate to escape from the Pinata.What crazy, sick, demented person would think of this?It was hot, so hot. When would they let her out.“SURPRISE!!” The lights turned back on and there was cheering and laughing and singing.Mexican music started up and then a chant. It was hard for Jenna to hear what they were saying.What were they saying. There were so many voices. Everyone was laughing.What would happen.“WHOOOOOSH” A stick hit the paper Pinata.. Get it?” He laughs hard enough to drop the last two candies. “Try this again, but tilt your head back, and just rest it at the top of your throat.” I still choke some, but now I have better control over the urge. I push the tip of the fruit deeper and choke slightly again, but this angle’s a lot easier. “Don’t try to take it yet James, just let it rest at the back of your throat for a few minutes, that way you used to the feeling.” He leaves the room as I lay there fighting the urge to gag, but. It was going to require a great festival to lure at least one gang of Spartans in with the aim of catching them in the act of committing crimes, and teach them a lesson they would not soon forget (or law and order and revenge and punishment) … and to ensure this, she had sent some publicity gossip about the coming festival and the plentitude of young women, booze and treats that there was going to be to Sparta. The scene was set, but one thing, no two things were missing from this festival.