He grabbed on the lead around my neck and pulled it tight by Mr Kane

GQS – The curse of Isthar

“Take that, bitch! And you can swing your big heavy tits for me too!”

He walked backwards and watched as I swung my breasts from side to side.

It took a long time to get out of the dungeon and along a stony path that cut into my hands and knees. Every step I took made me groan.

The walk seemed endless. I was already weak from constant abuse and I was leaving my skin behind on the rough stones of the path. My only consolation was that I knew that the perverse evil Ptolemy, a man with no honor or justice in him, carried the curse of Isthar. He deserved a thousand curses.

As I crawled I thought about the curse the Roman woman had put on him. I remembered it and I kept repeating it to myself not to forget it. I wanted his penis to suffer that same curse again.

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