My brain, useless gray mush in the aftermath of Kitty's tongue lashing. The excited baying of the crowd diluted by wave after wave of orgasm. “500 American dollars!” “1000!” Sal unshackled my feet with a practiced flick of his wrist, cut me down with his cutlass, and shoved me into Arnold’s arms. I slumped against him, lost in self-revelation. I had never cum so completely before. The Kitty experience transcended mere physical pleasure and touched upon spiritual enlightenment. Father Marcus had said he was taking me to the city to discover who I truly was and I hadn’t thought it possible to know, until now. “Come on, Girl.” Sal spread my thighs and pushed my front down. “Sell yourself for Sal!” I was willingly his to command, a rag doll under Kitty’s spell. I knelt on the stage with my butt up in the air, sex visible to all, juice dripping down my thighs.