I’m bound to that pole and set to roast. And though this will not be to the death of me but only until her need to brutalize me again overwhelms her, I find it as fantastically exhilarating as it is unprecedentedly excruciating. No more need I wonder if I will be up to the challenge of my eventual sacrifice. My continuous slow rotation proves as deliriously disorienting as I’d always imagined, and the way it keeps me evenly heating is simply heavenly. Considering the way she shrieks every time she takes me, I’m surprised Goddess bothers to gag me. Still I treasure this too: the strangling of my screams, the fierce ache in my jaws, the choking smoke in my nose and the way mucus runs continuously from this. Trailing across my face as I turn and turn about, this mixes with my tears to drip hi
