“You want to orgasm?” I ask her and she nods her head.“But you want me to hurt you as well?” I ask her and again she nods her head.“I’m go...ng to do both things to you.” I tell her with a cruel grin on my face, “by the time I’m finished with you you’ll be begging for mercy.”“No, you can’t...” She starts but I cut her off with a swift slap.“You don’t tell me what I can’t do.” I tell her sternly, “from now on I tell you what to do. Got it?”She doesn’t answer me so I decide she needs some. Wendy went back to the truck, sat inside and cried, not for killing the people who had hurt her or for her lost virginity but because of her actions now, she'd never be able to return home.People would figure out that she had killed them, she was supposed to go home with them.Wendy slid across the cab and tried to remember how her dad would drive his station wagon.She remembered adjusting the steering wheel, lowering it to her level. But seeing over it was still difficult, she turned the keys. I recognise that one. That looks like Anita. I'd recognise that navel piercing anywhere."Julie read out the meta-data from the scanThe height and weight looked about right.She used another program to display an isosurface of the woman's face, and Anita's visage appeared. She looked like a statue, all white, and still, her face in an expression of perfect repose.Anita had scanned clean, of course, with no evidence of any worm infection."I guess it makes sense," said Cassie. "All the guys were at. He admired the way they looked on his stocking clad feet. He gently stood and looked in the full length mirror, mounted to the wall opposite the bed. His erection was visible and protruding against the lacy fabric of the panties. True, what he was wearing he would not deem a ‘full outfit’ but he reminded himself that he could work up to that. All in good time, he told himself once more. This was just the beginning stage. This was merely the first level of his cross dressing, lingerie fetish. .