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Talk about the ultimate in degrading emasculation! And it was also true (from a certain perspective) that lust didn’t necessarily have to be the only motivating factor – for certain kinds of intercourse at least. For certain roles rage, or maybe just victorious contemptuous vengeance could suffice just fine. Why not try giving the ever-pestering Mr. Rapist a taste, if only for justice’s sake? “All right, Morgan,” I eventually went on, resuming my cruelly sedate manipulations. “We’ll make our next scheduled play-date the most elaborate and memorable occasion yet. And at the end we’ll take up your suggestion. You and I will have s****l intercourse once again, whether either of us enjoys the experience or not. Now where exactly were we?” Ignoring my slave’s astounded outpouring of thanks,