Sixty One

Sex after sex, after sex.

That's practically what the Shaming is. I know most people would like that-constant sex, but not me. The Shaming might have been wonderful if shamed right, if your pussy won't be overworked by a good number of men. The Shaming has caused wolves a lot. Broken bonds, broken homes, broken relationships, infertility, and in rare cases, infection. The Shaming simply means nonstop sex from dusk till dawn that leads to death.

Nobody has ever survived the Shaming and I would be honored to be the first. The only advantage of such torturous punishment is that it makes people understand that there are men out there who can blindly fuck someone's mate for hours.

I can still be saved, if Ruarc would just confess. He doesn't however, keeping his mouth shut as he waits for the drama to unfold. I know the process all too well. Once I have reached the men, I lie put and let them have their way with me, in the presence of so many people.

I take a tentative step towards the men