“Absolutely I would, my gorgeous Goddess!”
“Well then, let us begin!”
And so we indulge in a private orgy of repeated whippings, these interspersed with endless acts of copulation. My burned erection bound again with cruelly barbed vines, I endure such a madness of frustration, exaltation and unrelieved agony/ecstasy that I’m eventually reduced to babbling and raving in my need for release. Sadistically (and suggestively) inventive beyond the dreams of Lady Abigail, Goddess Brin only finally permits this through the most shockingly perverted means imaginable. First she positions me lying sideways on my back in the hammock. Then she lifts my legs over my head and right past my shoulders, rolling me practically into a ball. So curled and compacted is my torso that my abnormally large erect
