He thought to himself in a sort of self hatred as he lay there naked, tied up to his own bed with the most sublime and kinkiest of black rope, his mouth obscured by velvet gag emitted only the shrieks of intersecting torment in the form of both pain and pleasure, for were one to incline ones ear to the door, they would detect only the richochet of *plap* *plap* sounds as he was forced to take the exceedingly large spear like shaft of the well endowed futanari girl behind him, his tormentor and to himself a partially chosen lover, for as he felt her baseball bat like battering ram up his batty hole, he could only feel the loathing self hatred that would make him think so negative a comment within his mind. For in truth, in the dark and dankest depths of his own depraved mind, he found....to his confusion and utter dismay....that he actually was starting to like it.