We giggled and panted, entwined in one fashion or another with each other. “M’s” face rested against “J’s” chest; my cheek pressed agains... “J’s” knee.“What are we gonna do?” “J” nearly cried and everyone immediately understood. Our mutual desire filled the room, almost suffocating us with it’s heaviness.“Well, what are the rules?” I chimed in.“J” said, “No talking, for one. I’m not gonna give you or ‘M’ a chance to ruin this.”“Shut up,” I replied halfheartedly. But I knew “J” was right. . ." The brown-eyed teenager pulled herself upright, attempting to get away from Laddie's perpetually moving tongue. "Help-" She was too weak to escape the dog's insistent desire."Heel!" Christine commanded. "Heel!"Laddie's snout came off the teen's gooey cunt. He barked his protest, but obeyed. He obediently sat, his tongue drooping, his eyes pleading, his tail swishing along the ground, stirring up hay and dirt."Oooo, Chrissy," Tracy moaned dully. She finally managed to pull herself up next to. "The same smoke came up again, but this time as it dissipated, I only sawdarkness, lit by some flames.Mom said, "Yes, this is a form of Hell, but personalized for you."I realized I was in my old body, and then I was suddenly hit by waves ofagony like nothing I had never experienced. I looked around, and sawall of the people I had killed, at least the ones that worthy of beinghere.She said, "Not all of the people you killed deserved it. You're beingmainly punished because of them. Also,. I decided against it though. I just had to plant my eyes on Beth’s bare feet; the anticipation was killing me. Stealthily and silently, I tiptoed through the hallway. Peering round the doorframe into the lounge, I clocked Beth’s bare feet perched upon the coffee table. My eyes were wide, leering, my mouth scrunched up in a tiny ‘O’. Beth was sat next to Christine, both scantily clad and bare foot, but it was Beth’s feet that took my fancy. I could of stood there all day, unbeknown to Beth and.