“Lift me up onto the bar?” I asked him. Gladly complying he grabbed my hips and easily set me so I was sitting on the bar. I could feel the cold... granite counter top under my bare ass and the hot stares of men on my body. Noelle knew what to do, as she came to stand before me, a shot of tequila in each hand. Her bartender boyfriend reached around from behind me and set out a shaker of salt and a plate of limes, along with the bottle of tequila. Setting the shots down on the bar, she edged. "Yiiiiii!" Jacqui squealed. She jackknifed violently. Her long legs flashed in the air.Again Martin hit her, and again. Then he was raining blows furiously on his aunt's upturned buttocks. With a sound like wet sails snapping in the wind, he spanked those luscious bare asscheeks for all he was worth.Jacqui was crying and pleading with him to stop. The tears ran freely down her face. The rope was rubbing her wrists raw, but showed no signs of giving way. She was trapped, despite her. Once I truly accepted this new life and felt the realness that it was most likely permanent, then maybe I could go back to him, but so many things had to be understood before that could be the case. Only the future will tell. I have adjusted fairly well in the last few months to this switch. I'm cute when I dress up and I know it, but I don't think I'm arrogant. There are prettier girls than me, but I never would have said that of this body before. It's all in a person's perspective. Even. “You have to let me go right now! What the hell are you people doing?”Again, she heard that sinister voice from the darkness beyond the ring of blazing braziers. “Hell is right, my lovely. We worship the Fallen Angel. And soon you will embrace his Dark Majesty too.”“What? Never!”A tall robed figure emerged into the light. All she could see of the face under the hood was a cruel but handsome jaw, with a sleek goatee beard. The dark figure, clearly some sort of High Priest, sneered at her.“You.