"I told you I was going to give you a fucking that you will never forget," Miss Richardson said.

"But you will tear me apart if you try to fuck me with something that big," Sandy said. She was close to panic.

"Yeah, but what a way to go!"

"Please have mercy on me."

"I don't know the meaning of the word."

"Oh Lord, I'm in trouble now."

"I think that most of your fright is in vain. You are not exactly a virgin, you know. Besides, your pussy is more elastic than you give it credit for."

"I hope so."

"Have you ever heard of anyone who was fucked to death?"

"No."

"Well, there you go. You are only going to make it worse for yourself if you get all tight with fear."

"You tie me up and threaten to beat the shit out of me and then tell me not to be afraid?" Sandy said.

"Absolutely. You should be trying to have a good time. You should be concentrating on enjoying yourself."

"You are crazy."

"Perhaps."

Sandy noticed that there were elastic straps at the base of the dildo. These were there so that Miss Richardson could strap the fake dong on, and wear it as if it were a real cock.

Miss Richardson pointed out that there were little rubber bumps on the base of the dildo. These would fit snug over the woman's clit when she strapped that ersatz prick on.

The little bumps on the base of the dildo reminded the bound Italian girl of the bumps one might expect to find on the surface of a ping pong paddle.

Miss Richardson put the dildo on. As she leaned forward at the waist Sandy could see her breasts grow larger. Miss Richardson's tits always did that when the force of gravity was in their favor.

When she had the dildo on, standing at attention before her loins, the tip pointing slightly upward, she began to march around the room. Sandy noticed that her gait had become increasingly masculine.