Although he’d taken her in the middle of an orgy, his kiss was unusually gentle. Even his forceful penetrations weren’t painful. In fact his cock ...was driving her lusts off the carnal map. She finally got to speak. “Fuck me Dominus! Yes! Ooooooo! Ooooooo! Damnation! Fuck my hole hard! Like that!” Yyyyeeeessss!” Another blazing burst of rapture seared Cynthia’s soul. In that split second she knew there was something very special about this intense man. She’d heard Virgillia talk about him for. She was different. She could not hike the mountains. She could not venture going to the seaside and change into bathing suit, because everyone would see her withered, stick- thin leg and her unnaturally bent foot which had not been slipped into a shoe for almost thirty years now. She preferred long skirts regardless of the season and wore them even in the sweltering august heat, for she felt more comfortable that way. Thus she could be mistaken for a girl with a sprained ankle.. “He's stumbling in a circle, Master,” Zanyia shouted. “Just stand up, turn to your left.”I listened to her, standing up. I focused on my senses. My hearing felt so sharp. I inhaled, smelling unwashed body and rust, mixed with the tang of steel. Armor creaked before me. Foots thrashing. Heavy breathing.“Three steps forward,” Zanyia shouted.I did, taking larger steps. I had to swallow my fear. I had to embrace the uncertainty. My back throbbed. My belly ached. Blood coated me. My limbs trembled.. When I spoke to one of the people who would speak to me, he told me that I was now regarded as a dangerous man, willing to kill someone for an insult. I was both outraged and at the same time complimented by this. I was outraged that anyone would believe that I would kill over something so small, but complimented since for the first time the men regarded me with some respect. I quickly cut off this line of thought and determined that I would treat everyone like before. I almost lost this.