All men want a submissive whore like you. And there will be a lot of men fucking you before this night is over.”I whisper (because my throat is so d...amaged), “What do you mean, Master?”“Never mind, fuck slut, you will find out. Just get up on the bed you know your sissy cunt needs to get destroyed like I just destroyed your fucking whore throat.”“Yes, Master.”I crawl up on the bed, get on my knees, place my face onto the mattress and scoot my sissy ass back to the edge of the bed, hoping my cunt. It was Pauline who tended the kitchen garden and fed the chickens.Mark on the other hand, was always doing something.Lying there she remembered her first day and could see in her mind's eye the letter she had written to Lynda. It was almost a diary, because she added to it for several days before posting giving it to the rural postman when he delivered the mail.'Monday 27th September 2004.Dear Lynda,Just to let you know that I'm alive and well. Sorry, for the moment I am keeping my address. Dont be a tease, you got me this far… he said, taking my hand and putting it back on his cock. My cock just hurts so much, if you stop now Ill get blue balls. I wasnt quite sure what blue balls were, as his looked perfectly normal to me. I brushed my hair behind an ear with my free hand, and glanced at the door. I was considering leaving him and running back to the house, but it made me feel so hot and flushed to be touching him this way that I didnt want to leave. I hesitated. Seeing that I. ” He chuckled gleefully at the prospect of finally wearing down that troublesome animal’s sense of morality with this woman. He was further titillated wondering if the experiments could possibly yield some cross-species results.“Yes, she will be perfect practice for when it will be time for his moment with the ancient.” “B-but… D-doctor how do you know its possible with either of them.” Another pesky assistant chimed in trying to ruin his desire to see the experiment through. “I.