If this is to be my destiny, if I have been chosen at eighteen to suffer and serve under such gleefully sadistic superior beings, then let me take my satisfaction from the agony and humiliation itself. Let me wallow in the unholy arousal that overwhelms me as they beat me, humiliate me, or stab their mighty phalluses so deeply, painfully, and self-righteously into me. I may never enter a woman again, nor achieve the simple orgasm I so crave; perhaps my pounding erection will never even be free of the implacable grip that so cruelly traps it and jerks it and chokes it off right now. But in the cries of ecstasy and apotheosis that regularly peal from my many goddesses’ lovely throats, and in the convulsive shudders of climax and release that shiver their unbelievably bodies and jiggle their
