Part Four
The big woman stood before him in her voluptuous nudity, the hefty
dildo projecting from the black thicket at her loins. The close,
sweltering heat of the July night made the sweat run in rivers over her
heavy breasts and broad shapely hips. She showed no discomfort, but
rather, seemed to enjoy the animal sensuality of soft sultry air on
naked flesh. The flickering torchlight gave her creamy skin a reddish
gold hue. She still wore the heavy black jackboots.
"What did you call me the other day?" she asked Bob as he knelt there
before her trembling in mingled fear and anticipation.
"A...a fat bitch mistress," he stammered, almost afraid to repeat the
words even though she commanded it.
"I gave you a good beating for that and made you eat me but did you
think that would be the end of it?" she asked him. "Do you think just a
couple of quick orgasms are enough to compensate me for such an
insult?"
Bob had no answer.
"I only had time for a mild reprimand then but now the evening
stretches before us and I have ample time. I don't know what it will
take to make me feel vindicated. We will just begin and see where
things take us. What do you think you deserve?"
"Anything that pleases you mistress," Bob replied. "After insulting you
so no punishment seems too great. I have rudely offended you and can
only submit myself to your wrath and hope the pleasure I humbly give
will soothe your wounded pride."
"Very well then," she said, stepping forward to present the thick glans
of the dildo to Bob's lips. He took it full in his mouth and lavished
oral worship upon it while she watched with amused contempt. Seeing him
in his abject submission, humiliating himself, gave her great enjoyment
and she kept him busy that way for some time, even taking time to have
a jailer bring a big mug of beer for her to sip as she watched.
When she finished her beer she tossed the mug over the rail of the deck
onto the grass and reached behind her to switch on the vibrator end of
the double dildo which was embedded deep in her pussy. It's pulsations
made her gasp and tremble. She grabbed Bob's hair and pulled his head
forward while thrusting with her hips. He knew now not to resist but
instead relaxed his throat and let the shaft slide home. His nose
pressed into the sweat soaked hair of her loins. Her pungent musk was
smeared over his face, exciting him despite the cruel predicament.
She drew back, then plunged home again. He made his throat a cunt for
her and she rolled her hips with heedless abandon, grinding her clit
against the cupped base of the dildo and working her "G" spot hard with
the vibrator. Bob fought for breath as best he could between thrusts,
giving himself over to pleasing her. Orgasm exploded in her suddenly at
the deepest point of a brutish thrust. The iron muscles beneath her
softer womanly flesh tensed unbearably before turning to jelly as great
spasms of delight swept over her. A crawly flood of woman cum gushed
from her and ran down the inside of each thigh. She leaned on Bob and
allowed the dildo to back out of his throat as the rushes of ecstasy
subsided. Then she switched off the vibrator.
She stepped back from Bob when the pleasant tempest ended, then stood
with legs spread wide and bade him to lick the clinging streams of her
pleasure juices from between her hefty thighs. When he had finished she
merely looked at him with an impatient glare and he knew what was to
follow. He turned around, lowering his face to the deck while raising
his behind and spreading his cheeks to present himself for her use.
Viper had courteously left her bottle of lubricant on the table and she
availed herself of it, rubbing the slick oil the length of the member.
Bob awaited her, shuddering in fear and longing. He was sore from
Viper's ravages and the dildo the sergeant sported was if anything
thicker. It was clear mercy was an idea unknown to her so he braced
himself for the cruel penetration that would inevitably come.
The sergeant wasted no time. When the shaft was lubed to her
satisfaction she dropped to her knees behind Bob and lined the glans up
with his red, sore back passage. She leaned over to grab his hair and
yanked his head up and back until he saw the boughs of the trees
overhead. Then her muscular thighs and buttocks and shimmied and
rippled as she plunged the shaft home with remorseless force. Bob broke
down into blubbering sobs as pain lanced through him. She too ground
the dildo about with a swivel-hipped motion, prolonging the tearing
agony.
Then, without withdrawing the shaft she rose to her feet with her knees
flexed. This withdrew the dildo partially but then she bent her knees
and plunged downward bringing another cry of pain. She reached back to
switch on the vibrator and began to take him with deep downward
plunges. Her heavy breasts bounced and flopped and the layer of fat she
wore jiggled but her movements showed an animal muscularity and grace
as she gave herself over to the urges of her body.
Once again Bob's pain subsided and the sharp, pleasureable twinges
returned. When the sergeant passed into her rutting frenzy the deep
jackhammer rhythm of her thrusts made ecstasy well up in his loins. He
felt his toes curl as his balls throbbed and he spurted forth a creamy
flood upon the deck. He gave a high pitched whimper that set off
something like an eruption in the sergeant. She threw her head back and
howled her triumphant delight to the full moon that had risen over the
hills and then collapsed, bringing her full bulk down on Bob's back and
riding him to the ground. She sat astride him as he lay on his belly
with the dildo still in to the hilt. More orgasms followed and with
each one she thrust her hips hard, inflicting hurt upon him for the joy
of it.
After half a dozen such climaxes she was finally spent. She switched
off the vibrator, withdrew the dildo and stood, then kicked Bob sharply
in the ribs with her jackboot to make him rise to his knees. As had
Viper, she ordered him to lick up his mess and suck the soiled dildo
spotlessly clean. Then she unstrapped it and tossed it aside.
"That was most enjoyable but yet I am somehow unsatisfied," she said to
Bob. "I believe there is only one thing that will ultimately assuage
your insult and make clear to you our positions relative to one
another."
" On your back!" she commanded in an iron voice and Bob hastened to
obey. She squatted over his face with her anus almost touching his
mouth.
"Rim me!" she ordered and Bob extended his tongue to caress her
twitching blossom.
"In a little while it will become obvious what is expected of you," she
said.
She kept Bob busy for a few minutes, casually enjoying his tongue deep
in her rectum.
Bob did his work with pleasing skill now, caressing the her inner rim,
actually gratified by her little moans of pleasure. But suddenly he
felt an object descend upon his tongue from deep inside her. He knew by
its foul and bitter taste what it was and instinctively he tried to
pull away but she held his head in an iron grip and looked down on him
with a pitiless stare.
"Yes, that's right," she said. "You will open your mouth and I will
defecate and you will swallow it. If you think you have suffered up to
now that will seem like pleasure if you refuse. Now I can't hold this
forever so let's get it over with."
She rose a few inches so he could see her anus with the brown tip of
the turd now protruding from it and inch or so.
"Open your mouth!" she snarled and he complied, throwing his mouth open
to it's widest.
She gave a lusty grunt and her anus spread wide as the thick stool
slithered forth. It entered his mouth and slid to opening of his gullet
and kept coming with an obscene relentlessness. It was heavy, dense,
firm and it's foul reek almost suffocated him. He gagged and choked
upon it, somehow getting its tip down into his throat and he let the
peristaltic pressure of her bowels force it inside of him as he
swallowed it inch by inch. It was the massive defecation of a large
woman of lusty appetite and even as it coursed half way down his gullet
its trailing end was still deep inside her rectum. It seemed an
eternity passed before her anus closed with a twitching, satisfied
motion and the end of it slipped into his mouth and down his throat.
Immediately she lowered her anus onto his mouth and he knew to lick her
clean.
She stood up and ordered him to his knees once again. She asked a
jailer to bring her an empty ice bucket from the wagon and she set it
down in front of him.
"Now you will kneel here with my shit in your belly until I am
satisfied of your repentance. When I feel the time is right I will
allow you to expel it into the bucket."
She turned and walked away to drink beer and mingle with the others and
gave no sign she was aware of his existence. Bob knelt there trembling
in revulsion, barely able to keep the foul mass in his belly down. It
might have been an hour before she returned and released him from his
pennance. He heaved the brown mass from his belly with retching relief.
The acrid foulness was still in his throat though and she showed him a
sort of mercy by lying him on his back and emptying her beer flooded
bladder into his mouth to wash it away.
She stood over him looking down and said: "It will benefit you to
understand that in the world of which you have now become a part you
rank considerably below my feces in the greater order of things."
Then she turned away to join the party again.
The orgy continued far into the wee hours. Every mistress was sated and
every slave was used and degraded to the point of near collapse. Light
was showing in the east when at last the slaves were herded back to the
dungeon and the women dispersed.
Bob was last to be led away and he was taken back to his cell and
shoved inside. As he lay on his belly he felt a stabbing pain in his
left buttock and then later his right. He managed to twist around and
look up to see one of the jailers with a large syringe in her hand.
"Something for your health and well-being," she said. "A sick slave is
no fun at all."
They left him there with a big bowl of food and he wolfed it down,
licking the bowl spotless, so famished was he from the long ordeal. He
drank deeply and without hesitation from the toilet. Then exhaustion
took hold and sleep descended like a black curtain.
He awoke just minutes before he heard the cell door being opened. He
felt rested and refreshed and he guessed the whole town must have slept
in late to recover from the long night of revelry.
Two jailers entered the cell. One of them carried a ball and chain such
as the other slaves wore and also a black leather leash and collar. The
other carried a large bowl of the slop he was to be fed. He was made to
eat then they removed the shackles. Bob gave no thought to escape or
resistance. There was no point to either idea now and he had long since
accepted his new lot in life.
He allowed the jailers to fit him with ball and chain, leash and collar
then crawled along at heel beside them dragging the heavy weight as
they led him to what the new day would bring. He was first taken to the
cleaning chamber to be bathed and shaven. Then they made their way down
the corridor to a long winding stairway going downward deep under
ground. Bob was made to carry his ball weight down the stairs. They
came to the door of a chamber deep within the building. The door was
opened and he was led through into a circular room with old gray stone
walls and floor.
On a leather thrones straight ahead sat Viper, naked as always except
for the boots. Beside her sat a tall young redhead who Bob recognized
as one of the young jailers who had thrown him in the van after the
sergeant had had her way with him in the ditch. She too was nude except
for boots. He had not taken note of her figure before, never having
seen her naked but now she was revealed as a young Amazon with a
graceful muscular form, full firm breasts, slender waist, full shapely
hips and thighs.
The sight of Viper chilled him with fear even as his member stiffened.
He knew he would soon again be subjected to her tender mercies. He was
torn between terror and longing.
He knew the price of intimacy with her sumptuous body. Her young
companion also seemed a formidable creature, a ravishing beauty who
held herself with a haughty arrogance and pierced him with her flashing
green eyes.
"I trust the new day finds you well," said Viper. "You have been
brought here for the beginning of a week of final training and
indoctrination before you are placed in the dungeon to begin your life
as a pleasure slave."
"At this time I would like to inform you that you were never in real
danger of being castrated yesterday. Our purpose in enslaving you is to
wring every bit of pleasure from you we can. The goings on of the last
two days were just a form of sport. The capture of a new slave always
coincides with the castration of one who has outlived his usefulness.
It is cause for celebration. You must admit all of us had a wonderful
time yesterday and the castration the night before was a delight as
always.'
"This is Tara," she continued, by way of introducing the young goddess
by her side. "She is my apprentice. As I train you I will also be
training her to serve as my successor."
"How old do you think I am?" she asked Bob.
"Late twenties mistress?" Bob answered. She looked mature but her
graceful figure and flawless skin suggested youth.
"Flattering but not even close," replied Viper. "In fact I will soon be
forty five. But I am not surprised by your guess. What you are seeing
is the result of total sexual satisfaction in a woman. Orgasm at will
fills the body with beneficial substances that markedly prolong
youthfulness. I could go on with my duties here for many more years but
I feel a need to move on to other interests. So I have chosen Tara here
to succeed me as Mistress of Discipline. It will be interesting to see
which one of us will eventually castrate you. Much will depend upon how
much you benefit from the rigorous training you are about to begin."
She raised her legs and spread them wide, resting her ankles on the
arms of the throne, exposing her lush pussy.
"Now come here and serve me," she said. "I would like to evaluate what
you have learned over the past two days and see where to begin your
training."
Bob crawled to her and put his face between her thighs. Her scent was
as intoxicating as before and he trembled as he extended his tongue,
eager to taste her.
But she grabbed his hair and stopped him then said: "Just make me come
as quickly as you can. I will not instruct you or exhort you. I will
relax and take the pleasure as it comes. When I finish you will serve
Tara. Then we will critique you and punishment will be given for any
shortcomings."
Then she pushed his face deep into her bush and settled back to enjoy.
Bob set to work adoringly, the salty-spice taste of her dizzied him and
he poured his worship of her into his service. In less than five
minutes she came delightfully with a chesty sigh, writhing convulsively
with her legs crossed around his head. He continued to tongue her
softly and several more orgasms followed, soft pulsing, tingling
climaxes that caused gushes of her rich juices to fill his mouth. She
went limp and moaned her satisfaction.
Then she shunted him aside with her boot and Tara leaned over and
grabbed him by the hair spread her legs wide and pulled his face
between them. She also exuded a wild scent of womanhood unabashed. Her
spice had it's own delectable piquancy. Less patient than than her
mentor she grabbed his hair painfully and urged him with rough tugging
and twisting to gratify her quickly. Her climax was quick and brutish,
just one deep lusty grunt and a gush of her woman spunk.
"What do you think?" Viper asked Tara.
"Much better but still not quite there," Tara replied. "I would have
much preferred a multiple orgasm like yours. When he served me
yesterday morning I really thought his lackluster performance warranted
immediate castration. But a good day on the deck will do a lot to make
a decent slave of even one so sorely lacking a he was."
"I agree," said Viper. "Let's give him a taste of the whips and then
have another go with him."
Tara stepped over to a switch box on the wall and pressed a button
there. It activated a hoist in the ceiling that lowered an iron bar
with manacles at each end that was suspended from the hoist by a cable.
Viper gave Bob a kick in that direction by way of ordering him to kneel
under the hoist. When the bar was lowered within reach Tara glared at
him and he knew he must raise his arms so his wrists could be clamped
in the manacles. Viper clamped him in and detached the weight from his
scrotum. Tara pressed another button that raised him until his feet
were about eighteen inches from the floor. There were chains with
anklets mounted in the floor on each side of him and Viper fastened his
legs into them so he hung helpless with arms and legs spread wide.
Then both women walked over to a place along the wall where a
collection of whips hung on hooks. Each chose a hefty cat-o-nine-tails
and returned to a position either side of Bob. He heard a whoosh from
Tara's side and the leather thongs bit his flesh with a stinging burn
that forced a short scream from him. Viper followed with her own harsh
stroke. They set about their work methodically, covering his body with
red welts from ankle to neck. He writhed in his bonds, pleading for
mercy. This seemed to encourage and incite them more than anything.
They stopped only when his body seemed to be clothed in burning pain.
Viper lowered him to the floor and reattached the weight. He was
released from the manacles and Tara seated herself in her throne in a
position that was it's own command. Bob hastened to reach her lest he
incur her further wrath, stretching his scrotum dangerously as he
dragged the ponderous weight over the rough stone floor. He buried his
face deep in her thicket and found her rampantly aroused. His suffering
under the whip had excited her madly. He knew she expected quick
gratification and he used all he knew to hasten her to the brink of the
inviting precipice. This time she did not so much come as pass into a
state of orgasmic frenzy. Her body jerked and writhed for a good couple
of minutes as wails of delight rang from the chamber walls. With one
final high-pitched sigh she relaxed with her legs draped over Bob's
shoulders. Her tense muscles went limp and she lay there for a minute
breathing langorously. Finally she pushed him away and passed him over
to Viper who had assumed the position in the other chair.
Viper was equally aroused and demanding. He serviced her to a violent
multiple climax that left her spent and sweating.
The women conferred again and Viper said: "Not the improvement we had
hoped for. Let's hang you up again. This time I think we'll give close
attention to your precious organs. That is known to be a good motivator
when all else fails."
Leaning against the wall nearby was an inch thick steel shaft about six
feet long on the end of which was a ball about two inches in diameter.
Tara brought it over under the hoist and slipped it into a socket in
the floor so it stood upright protruding about four feet into the air.
Viper directed Bob to kneel with his back to the shaft. She detached
his weight and clamped his wrists into the manacles on the bar. Then
Tara hoisted him aloft until his anus was just above the ball on the
end of the shaft. Viper took her lubricant bottle from her boot and
smeared the ball liberally then guided him so his anus aligned
perfectly with the ball. Tara began to lower him. Viper held him steady
as his weight forced the ball inexorably against his anus. Though he
had been stretched by the dildos the size of the ball was much larger
and his sphincter sent out stabbing pains of protest as it stretched to
the limit to accept this cruel intrusion. Bob screamed as he was
stretched to nearly the tearing point but then the ball passed his
sphincter and it closed tight around the shaft holding him immobile.
Then his ankles were shackled as before and he hung there spread-eagled
and impaled upon the shaft unable to move even an inch to evade
whatever cruelties were to be inflicted upon his tender parts.
"Before we begin the torture I would like to take the opportunity to
further enlighten you regarding the world of which you have now become
a part," Viper said. "You must be wondering why this is being done to
you and why this peculiar little town exists at all."
"To get right to the point, we of this community are female
supremacists. We believe that the deity, the creator, is a female
entity, a goddess if you will, who created womankind in her image and
created the male as a slave to the pleasure of the female. We have
founded this community to make this view of the world a reality."
"Our town was founded some one hundred years ago by women of iron will
who were much ahead of their time. Since then, by subterfuges too
numerous to mention we have maintained our secret stronghold in the
midst of the male dominated world. It takes trickery and well placed
bribes and the slave dungeon holds more than a few who became too
curious for their own good. Otherwise the ranks of slaves consist of
farm boys who mysteriously disappear, unwary tourists such as yourself
and the occasional singles bar stud wannabe who gets an offer he can't
refuse just before the mickey goes into his drink."
"You have seen the eunuchs who perform forced labor. They, as you know,
are slaves who have outlived their usefulness for whatever reason.
Sometimes it is general substandard service, other times a particular
offence or failure that angers a mistress. Alan, whose castration you
witnessed, had simply been in the dungeon too long, about six years as
I recall, and we were tired of him. Word went out to the "construction
crew" to set the trap. Inevitably a victim will happen by and here you
are."
"In the early days slaves were castrated almost immediately upon
capture. It was at first believed that the docility that castration
brings would make for enjoyable slaves. But the results of this were
unsatisfying. The slaves were docile enough but lacked something. It
was Ursula the Cruel, first Mistress of Discipline and my great
grandmother, who first experimented with the training of uncastrated
slaves. She found that these slaves could not only be tamed but could
be made into pleasingly pathetic creatures who would submit with
eagerness to the most vile indignities and who would serve the
pleasures of women with adoring enthusiasm. A combination of total
domination, pain, terror and finally, the pleasure of the dildo, can
subvert the lustful urges that arise in the testicles and produce a
grovelling creature who longs for any degradation his mistress might
wish to inflict. These slaves can give hours of pleasure and dozens of
orgasms. These, according to the goddess, are the birthright of all
women. Women are endowed with the capacity for almost unlimited
pleasure and in a properly ordered world such as we have created it is
possible for them to realize their potential."
"If you need proof of this just look at the bodies of the two sexes.
The hand of the Goddess is clear in their conception. Look at my body.
It is all graceful curves and my sexuality is infused throughout it. I
feel my orgasms from head to toe and I am still, after so many years,
expanding the horizons of my ecstasies. There seems to be no limit to
how much pleasure I can experience if only I persist in my relentless
domination of the male. And yet I can control my urges in a way no man
can ever hope to. I have my pleasure when I want it and the way I want
it."
"Now think of your body. It is a square and graceless thing with those
disgusting, dangling protuberances between the legs. You sexuality is
centered there and the meagre twinges of half pleasure you call orgasms
are felt only in that region. Given your way you rut upon a woman for a
few seconds until, with a few swinish grunts you deposit your load of
white filth inside her, leaving her soiled and frustrated. Then sex is
"over" and you might fall asleep or go watch sports. You wonder at your
"partner's" tendency to be reluctant. And yet you would risk almost
anything for those few paltry spurts. It is your balls that make you
long so mindlessly to stick your filthy penis into a woman's sacred
body. In this world a man whose member enters a woman's body pays for
the privilege with his balls."
"The final and incontrovertible evidence of the grand design lies
here," she said as she grabbed his scrotum and squeezed it painfully
until he felt his balls might pop out. "Only divine inspiration could
cause these prime movers of your lust to be left dangling in this
little sack where one little snip of a shears or a knife stroke can
excise them if a woman finds it necessary or pleasing to do so. And the
fact that the goddess made you treasure them so closes my case
unquestionably. You have submitted already to unthinkable degradations
only to save them."
"Now it is time to give your precious protuberances some well deserved
attention. This will perhaps serve to motivate you to serve with the
perfection necessary to allow you to keep them-for awhile."
Tara brought a small, high round table over to a spot near where Bob
hung. On it were numerous objects Bob could not identify but most
seemed to be made of gleaming metal and to be sharp. A large red candle
in a brass holder also stood burning upon the table. A deep pool of wax
had developed in a depression at the top.
Viper turned her back on Bob and looked over the items on the table as
if in doubt where to begin. Then without warning she whirled around
with a small whip she had hidden in her boot and struck Bob's glans
with a sharp and wicked stroke. Agony lanced through him and he
screamed. Viper and Tara chuckled cruelly.
Then Viper approached him holding what he recognized as an electric
prod. She extended it toward his genitals, grinning wickedly as he
tried futilely to evade it. She made mock thrusts with it to make him
flinch and whimper. Then, with finality, she poked it against the end
of his cock. The pulsing jolts made him lurch and writhe as sobs were
wrung from him. Then she touched it to the shaft just below the ball
and let the current run up his ass. Finally she pressed it against his
balls and held it there until he blubbered for mercy, reduced to a
pathetic and craven wreck.
When she was satisfied she removed it and let him hang there awhile
whimpering and moaning. When his pain subsided and his eyes cleared he
saw her approaching him with a thin steel skewer. He could see it was
covered with tiny round bumps. She took his cock in her hand and
stretched it out as far as it would go then slid the skewer deep into
the hole in the end of it until it reached the point where his cock
connected to his body. He felt an itching, burning agony that drove him
to the brink of madness, making him squirm against his restraints in
grotesque contortions as he tried to somehow escape it. Viper just
stepped back and let the probe do its work for awhile. Then she
squeezed his cock hard in her hand, grinding the bumps on the probe
against the tender tissues of his urethra and doubling his suffering.
She continued until he broke again and passed into a state of gibbering
idiocy, temporarily losing his mind to ease his suffering. Then she
withdrew the probe with a sharp tug that got one final scream out of
him and let him hang there again until he regained his senses.
"I pity you the next time you piss" she said. "But let's move on. We
have much left to do."
With that she picked up a thin needle set into a small wooden handle.
She held it in the flame of the candle until it glowed red. She took
the tip of Bob's cock between thumb and forefinger and lifted it
upright. Then she quickly touched the red hot needle to the tender,
sensitive spot on the underside of his penis just below the glans. The
point of the needle was tiny but the searing agony it produced was
huge. He shrieked and squirmed madly in his bonds and his body
shuddered. Viper withdrew the needle, reheated it and found another
sensitive spot lower down on his shaft where she repeated the
performance. Four more times she burned him until he escaped, babbling
dementedly, into unconsciousness.
When he revived she finished his ordeal by taking the candle and
dumping the accumulated melting wax in a red cataract over his
genitals. The wax burned just hot enough to produce maximum agony
without doing real damage. His cock and balls were encased in consuming
pain and he was allowed to hang there and suffer until it congealed
into a solid mass. Then Viper proceeded to tear it loose in chunks,
ripping out whatever strands and patches of hair had happened to be
engulfed.
The women looked at each other and nodded, apparently satisfied that he
was sufficiently broken. He was hoisted free of the shaft, lowered to
the floor and unshackled. They didn't bother attaching the weight this
time largely because the torture had excited them so they could spare
no time waiting to be serviced.
Viper courteously invited her young cohort to be first and Tara took
her seat. Bob' face was between her thighs almost before she settled
in. She was rampantly aroused and oozed thick syrup. No preliminaries
were needed. He went right to her clit and found it at hair trigger.
Her splendid muscles were wound tight as viola strings and she locked
her powerful thighs around his head in a savage grip. Half a minute of
Bob's ministrations caused her to enter an orgasmic paradise. A deep
climax rocked her world but she kept her thighs clamped tight and
thrust her hips against Bob's mouth demanding more. He plied his tongue
upon her, but gently now, caressing her clit with a tender reverence as
orgasm followed orgasm. She simply lay there savoring each orgasm as it
came and went. There seemed to be no end to them. Bob did his duty
faithfully, keeping his tongue on her and keeping the climaxes coming,
slurping up the gushes of her cum and feeling a heady intoxication. He
felt a blissful happiness at pleasing his goddess so and felt willing
to continue like this forever if it could be so.
But at last it ended with one final deep moan from Tara. She went limp
and would have slid to the floor if Bob had not held her up by putting
his shoulders under her thighs. He remained there motionless with his
face pressed deep into her bush, allowing her to take her time
recovering from the delightful cataclysm that had rocked her.
At last she took a deep breath and shoved him away. He knelt there
looking up at her as she rose from the chair with a radiant smile on
her face. Her body seemed to glow and her movements had a creamy,
silken quality of utter contentment and satisfaction.
"I think he finally gets it," she said to Viper.
