An attacker could not have asked for more than a girl who had even gone to the trouble of tying herself up, who so clearly was begging to be used like...the slut and slave she was. Now, it was clear, I would pay the inevitable price for my careless attempts to live out my fantasies. This time Cristina was not here to protect me, there were no elaborate parlor games to hide behind. This time there was just my naked body to placate the desires of three unknown men.I hoped they would not be too. Mother I'd Love to Fuck. MILF. The concept alone had the futa-demon throbbing. She wanted Sky to fuck them all. To ram that girl-dick into each and every one of them and spurt that fertile seed. The mother tried to stop Sky, but no woman could ever be enough for that wild slut.You're going to make me proud, Sky, Spice thought. Go fuck the shit out of Mrs. Spencer! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Madeline MarlowI stared at the angel's reflection in the entertainment system. Her wings flapped and. . now that was interesting. Hobbies; every single one of the three had listed Chaos as a hobby:Survival on Chaos.Fighting on Chaos.Smithy built swords.The psychology of the Chaos male.The laws of Chaos.Chaos Money.Chaosian Banking.Farming, forestry, fishing."These girls know about all this?" Not all of them know everything," said Elizabeth, "We can make this very simple," and she took out the photograph of the first contestant."As soon as you choose you can quiz whoever about her hobbies."He. I used to work with Dierdre . . ." And talk we did. Abouthalf an hour or so later, one or the other of us begged off.I checked in with Dierdre a day or two later. "Tammy?" she asked. "I remember her. She's crazy."A day or two later, the phone rang again. It was Tammy."How are things going?" she asked. The conversation started up again. Nothing important, just two people sharing the insanity of the world with each other.Every day or two, she'd call back. We'd talk, I'd hope, we'd hang.