Doing your utmost to act like a woman, you sway the hips when walking, as if flaunting something you really do not own.
Coming to sit beside the man hating witch of this and any century past, you try you best to at female. A dainty smirk, appeasing gestures, you try to well up actions one is not accustom to doing.
Circe gives you an eye, as if seeing some overly dressed female standing there and her beauty draped in yards of cloth. She too, is seemingly wanting you to relax and disrobe, asking you to become comfortable.
A few dangerous minutes slip past and you do relax thinking one has duped the world's well renown woman of seduction.
Suddenly Circe sits up, her face of admiration changes to that of a dark expression, as if she can see through your clothing to the man who thought he was making a fool of this witch.
In your moments of ease and relaxing the obvious way you are poised and sitting suggests either a very bold woman, or someone who does not belong, except sitting in a bar room. What Circe takes note, she watches this young woman slouch in her posture, and let those knees spread wide, as if offering a man the best view to her gates of hell.
This posture and pose would be just flaunting of her sex to a man but not quite the style of woman Circe wants in her harem.
In dressing in a room dark and black as night, you did not remove those white B.V.D. undershorts and don some silk panties. Your slouching and spread knees affords Circe the vague view of that white underwear, and what is worse, the obvious opening in them for a man to do as he so often has a need.
A scowl comes on Circe's face and although not becoming outright nasty of aggressive, she reaches for a small silver bell setting on an end table.
The bright tinkling bell is responded to by several gorgeous young beauties, they enter and stand in a line before their queen.
Circe stands up showing her grace in moving, knowing the men watching her have lust in their hearts and an erection bursting under their pants.
Striding to stand behind the line of young women, Circe stops near the door of that room. She gives you an eye, then winks, she smiles broadly, then speaks loudly and with a boldness that makes you shiver.
"Take her, prepare this MAN for my evening's pleasure!" Circe announces to all, and to you she tells, "The jig' is up!
Before one can stand and take a defensive posture, the young women race forward and with nimble fingers and unimagined strength, they remove your clothing.
Naked as the day you were born the women have you for their sensual delight. One kisses your lips and another begins to suck on one's maleness. Another fingers your balls with such tenderness in itself this would have made you erect.
Even as three are busy delighting you senseless, the others are busy preparing some strange smelling ointment.
Rushing hands and tantalizing fingers begin to massage away your ambitions, all worry, and any fear one might obviously have being a man in Circe's house and at her mercy. (As if Circe ever did really show mercy to any man!)
Your wonderful euphoria is removed when with the sweeping gallery of hands they all converse to your face and apply a wealth of some greasy salve.
The salve blurs one's eyesight, filling the nostrils making breathing through the nose near to impossible.
This in turn makes one breathe with an open mouth and to that the women pour in what has to be a gallon of some thick and acrid potion.
Choking and gagging one lays there at these female's mercy.
The sensation as if your anus is suddenly on fire comes with the nimble insertion of a stick jammed up the butt.
The delighted sucking and fondling has stopped. You lay there choking with a mouth coated in some horrid tasting yuck. The wonder and worry of your future and form is floating about in a mind still foggy from the sensual past few moments.
Then comes a sharp pain, as a searing hot knife is poked in your flesh, moving from the navel to your groin.
This sensation would force one to scream, but the thick yuck you swallowed stops any and all ability to make a sound.
The pain become quite intense and from everything that has happened, you pass out into a black void.
The voice if Circe beckons one to awake, and so doing you see her standing over your laying there prostrate out before her.
Still unable to see from the greasy and eye burning salve, one picks up a heavy head and tries to give the impression you are well able a to listen.
Circe chuckles with a sadistic tone, she steps ahead to stand with her long and slender legs to straddle your knees. She explains her disgust in being played for a fool and plans to show you just how much a witch can make a man suffer.
You do as expected, pleading for to be set free , promising your integrity will override the male ego and remain silent, never to tell how you dressed as a woman to play Circe as a fool.
The very words are choked in the throat, if not from the yuck and goo that one was forced to swallow, as you feel the ability to speak has up and vanished.
That searing pain in your gut and groin is all gone, replaced instead by some thick lump of uncomfortable flesh.
Circe begins to tell the story of how men act when they first begin to realize their humanity is slipping away. She laughingly tells of her own humor from watching men strain to keep their wits, while all the time they body in adjusting to a new way of life.
You begin to realize this yourself, feeling a dullness in one's mind. As rational thinking is replaced by simple and objective patterns of thought, one wants something and it becomes the one an only reason for your existence.
Suddenly, hunger, and lust merge!
Either sensation makes one feel the urge to become erect sexually.
Hope and the very thought of such thoughts of one's future now fade as if morning mist before a hot sun.
Yet fear remains and builds into a mountain of apprehension. Terrorized at the thought of becoming an animal in Circe's realm and kept within her reach, makes one wish to run and hide.
Then it strikes you, your body has this sensation of heft and bulk. The hands and toes feel dull and undefined as if different than the way they were just hours ago.
Odd, but your maleness too seems different, and with small movements one takes note of a tail, and the strange way lips long to reach and grab at something your mind says is going to remove your hunger.