The good

"You have been humiliated, Mrs.Jenkins, as nature dictates," he says. I turn my head to avoid the young eyes, but I cannot escape the nasty words that keep raining down, humbling me more than the foot stamped on me. "You always win against men, ehm? Probably in your martial art all the men are faggots, led by an old master who went gaga a while ago...", he keeps on. New tears of impotence wet my cheeks. "...but you love to surround yourself of losers, don't you? People like your husband...people that allow you to feel strong because you're weak inside. You cannot hide what you are Mrs.Jenkins, neither martial arts nor your family can give you the inner strenght that you're wishing for...", "Please, stop it!", I beg him, "You can't just lay your foot on me and insult my life like that...". "Why?", he asks, "We both know that I say the truth. Get up!". I am being lifted like a doll and soon I get chest-to-chest with the tall guy. The adrenaline makes my legs shaking and I find myself surrounded by a chain of muscles that enfold me like I was in a cave. "Who's the loser?", he demands. "Jona...you already won...what's the point of...", "Who's the loser?", he asks again. The cave gets darker. I'm sure the walls would touch me if they were made of stone. "I am the loser! I am the pathetic and weak female loser, ok?", I finally say. He smiles and pinches my chin "You say that you're a black belt and I have guessed in which sport. Show me...". I know what I have to do.

Indeed, he could **** me to do whatever he wishes but now I feel a kind of natural instinct to comply with his desires as they were my own. I drop on my knees unbottoning the short jeans and taking out the guy's long and sharp member. My tongue comes out and worships his crotch. He drives my head forward and I open my mouth, welcoming that masculine sign of power. The flavor is sweet, and I love showing him my own ability with the tongue. "Do you know what a **** is? Don't worry I'll show you...", he says, while I'm working down. "You will be one. "Always ready to be used only for my own pleasure... it's fine... your daughter has already accepted these conditions without hesitation... come on, go faster... by the way, you're better than your daughter at it... just a different level of experience." These words hurt me more than any wrestling match ever could. I am falling into a deep hole of humiliation, and the only light is the same person who's caging me in the darkness. My torturer finally comes and I swallow all the white liquid pouring off. A pair of male hands go on my nipples, and I almost scream when his fingers grab and pull the meat. "Your new name is **** Karol...and you're sharing your daughter's destiny", Jonathan says, "Ok...everything as you want...", I reply, just out of my mind. The guy is getting hard again. I know that this will be a long afternoon and just the beginning of my new bitchy secret life.