I gently slipped my hand under my panties, and the excellent feeling I felt before felt two times better when I touched myself bare. I was completely ...oaked and everytime I moved my fingers over my sex, a rather loud squish sound could be heard. After a few seconds, I figured out an even better spot to rub. It was a little piece that felt extremely good every time I jerked my hand over it. Later, I learned that this was called a clitorous.My thoughts brought me to licking my brother’s fluids. The feel of ropes binding and biting into her, was the only friction in this new world. Everything around her fell away. The hurtful memories became weightless. She felt as if the rope was the only thing in the world that was holding her body and mind together. She felt as if the rope was squeezing the pain out of her. She felt as if she could let go of all the hurt inside her and still remain whole. Olivia shivered from head to toe; as she let go of the pain she had carried and held on to for. It is a violent story of inter-species sex, and readers who are under eighteen, and those who would be offended by a very graphic depiction of an under-age girl who is brutally mated—and much worse--by a sub-human creature should avoid this. This tale is inspired by the ?B? movies of long ago, in which a pristine heroine was pursued by a ghoul or demon, only to escape or be rescued at the last minute. This is a yarn for those who rooted for the villain! It is for those who ?rooted? for the. It was sickly sweet. Cass was screaming again, which for me only meant Johann had as big a monster as he said.“I think we're ready darling.” Manuel eased my head off, and I couldn't take my eyes off his monster, the huge purple head glistening with saliva, the shaft criss-crossed with veins as I knelt before him. He spat on the cock, a well placed glob under the head, and started to spread it along the shaft. I was still transfixed, and Manuel grabbed me under the chin and pulled me to my feet..