The silver orb cast its eerie glow as a lone figure, bound and exposed, awaited his destiny. A scent of fear clung to the air. His gaze fixed on nothing he prepared for the inevitable. A form appeared over him. It was overwhelming. The initial penetration brought a gasp to his lips. He was taken. His body writhed as the rhythm intensified. Pleasure and pain intertwined. Each thrust pushed him further. He felt consumed. His cries were stifled by the moment. The release exploded through him, leaving him shaking. Yet the torment continued. He lay there a hollow shell. But the thrill of surrender would forever be etched in his flesh. He tried to forget. The air was thick with pleasure and pain. His body throbbed. A darker craving began to stir. He was not broken. The smell of sex was now a secret pleasure. He wanted it again. The lustful beast had been awakened. His new existence had just taken hold.