It was beautiful. She wanted to wallow in sensuality as if it were a warm secreted bath.All day long her loins had been in such a maddening turmoil, b...ut now, due to the massive cock's wonderful fucking of her back passage, she was calm and happy. Which was about the best advertisement for anything she'd ever heard of. Contentment suffused her loins like the golden warmth of a summer sun. She rested on her cheek with her perfectly formed little buttocks still upraised and quivering like a. Experience had taught her that thiswas a powerful tool and she intended that he would be kept this way forat least 24 hours receiving only simple food and water every 6 hours.The inevitable mess caused by his confinement in this way was readilywashed off the rubber floor and his inability to control even his bodilyfunctions would increase his anxiety and humiliation. He was to learnthat disobedience of the type he had displayed to his mother about goingout in public was unacceptable. He was a. Where in the early stages of thistransformation, this sort of thing would have turned me on like nobody'sbusiness, it just didn't do anything for me at all. I could not get anerection anymore and no amount of tugging would give me an orgasm. I hadhad some girlfriends in the past that told me they were frigid and Iguess I could sense what they must have been going through.It had now been almost two years. I could sense that things were goingwrong in many ways. Malcomb was getting meaner and. Other Saxons had settled upstream along the River Elbe, while still others had conquered Britain, centuries ago, only to be vanquished in turn by Norman invaders.Wulf Isebrand was not a son of the marshes. He had married a woman of the marshes though, and he stood to lose as much as the others. He was a Dutchman, and he had served in the armies of a few free towns and small duchies. That was why the elders had given him the command of the barricade. When he told them to open the gates in the.