It wasn’t a kiss of passion or emotion, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.“Ready?” she asked.Still flushed, Jake could only sigh, “Yeah...”Hours... later, the party raged on at the Gotham University student union building. The third-floor common room was abuzz with college students in a variety of costumes, though superheroes were the most popular choice. Jake was pleased to see that, of the Batman costumes present, his was indisputably the best. Not that it was helping his popularity much. His “date”. “You really are my sex slave, aren’t you?” I taunted Allie as I buggered her some more, reveling in her tightest hole.“Totally!” Allie confirmed, biting her lower lip some more as I ravaged her booty good and hard from the back.“Want me to slap your ass, too?” I asked her as I stopped buggering her just long enough to start recording us.“Yes, sir, but this isn’t my ass anymore, Master. It’s yours! Your ass! It belongs to you now!” Allie gasped as I drove deeper up her tush.“Well, well, I’ve. ” I can’t imagine what foul sorcery might be involved, but I don’t want to be confronted with that reality or its aftermath.So what now? Trapped here forever, each day a fresh palette of torture until every cell is broken and remade by their twisted whims? And then to become a mindless automaton like that woman ... branded and marked, no more than a target for their whips and holes to be used for their pleasure? That fate is one in which I’m already mired, and its endpoint seems closer than. Harris doesn't like sports andcouldn't imagine how getting to the District 8 semi-finals could be at allexciting. And that got Mom really pissed off and she went in and had atalk with Ms. Harris after school the next day. They made me stand in thehallway outside of the classroom and shut the door but I could hear Momyelling at Ms. Harris and when she came out about twenty minutes later andshe handed me my story and I could see that the D had been crossed out andreplaced by a B. I think Mom was.