Then he picked up his glass and drank eagerly. Wishing to numb my senses and to relieve myself of the burden of rational thought, I did the same.Repla...cing his empty glass on the table, Franz commented that he was beginning to feel the drink and settled back again, closing his eyes briefly. Setting my now empty glass down, I rubbed my swollen, aching cock through my trousers. It was so hard it hurt to touch it, so I stopped.I looked over at Franz, who was still standing proud and had resumed. SMACKShe wasn't going easy on me today. Usually, she'd start the spankings lightly by cupping her hands creating a softened blow to my bottom. Today, her hand was as straight as a ruler and she soon became relentless in her stride.SMACK, SMACK, SMACKShe was picking up pace, alternating between both cheeks making sure she covered the entire area. I felt my bottom becoming warm all over, the redness almost seeping through the thin-cloth fabric.I was overcome with pain. The smacks were picking up. "And one more thing," she went on. "Sissy boys should have no body hairexcept for what is on your head. You can shave your arms and legs, yourchest and your bottom, and your underarms, but you might find it easierto use the depilatory cream between your legs, front and back. You needto keep your knickers area a completely hair free zone. Understand?" Inodded again. "Can't you speak?" she asked. "I need to keep my knickersarea a hair-free zone," I said. "And why?" she asked. "To be a sissyboy,". “PREPARE NUMBER SIX!” The three male fuckers, still naked, ran into the hallway from the fuck-chamber next door, seized weapons from behind the reception desk, and took aim at the desperate escapee.“NO!!!” screamed Eva.“FIRE!” bellowed Hildegard. All three fucker-guards fired in unison. The black man, his body spread-eagled in desperation against the doors, screamed, froze, and then slid slowly down the door, leaving a long smear of blood against the glass, as he crumpled into a heap on the.