.. Escape was impossible. She spent her off hours in a near catatonic state of depression. She had cried for an entire week, but when no tears were le...t and utter hopelessness overtook her, Laurel lost not only hope, but the will to live. She complied with all orders she was given, she knew better than to disobey, but each time her body was impaled with dildo or phallus, each time she sucked a penis or nest to orgasm, each time she was whipped, nipple clamps applied or she was tightly bound and. He imagines his friends looking at his daugther now; in her bikini or a skimpy outfit, checking her out discretely. Maybe a few talk among themselves about her. Maybe they “warn” him about how she is dressed; giving him a chance to test the waters to see how perverted they really are. Then he imagines Katie with Trey. He can’t help but imagine the look on her face as she sees his big black cock. “Fuck, you’re driving me crazy honey.” Mark says as he looks at his daughter. Mark’s cock. Standing back, thewitch admired her handiwork."I would not recognize H?nsel, even though I am his sister, if I had notseen him transformed. He does make a beautiful girl." Turning to thewitch, Gretel inquired, "what shall I wear?" The sack is good enough," the witch said. "When you get to the whorehouse, I'm sure the madam will find something suitable to display yourcharms. Now, go into the vegetable garden and find me a big orangepumpkin, then check the traps around the house and bring me two. My legs have been streched toward each leg of the table and spread to their limit, muscles straining, suspended with my feet no longer reaching the floor. Ropes holding me in position. It seems my weight is resting on my clit and each movement sends shocks through my body. My arms are equally streched to their limits and secured to the other table legs. I realize in this spread position, although all my holes are available - my unprotected butt hole is going to be the prime target. I try to.