Jeb sat back in a chair and watched his mother and daughter sponge bathe the girls, starting at their feet and working their way up.Violet was not his...daughter by blood, but through an adoption of sorts. She had originally been meant for Randal to break in, train and then be sold for a hefty profit. Jeb had had great luck while hunting that night, coming back with fifteen girls! And it wasn’t like you could just pick any girl off the street. They had to be petite, thin beautiful creatures, with. Ellie held back a scream, muting it into a dull groan. He wanted her toscream. She couldn't resist him, but she didn't have to give himeverything. She closed her eyes, rather than look into the darkness aroundher. She felt the leathery, sickly cold touch of his mass behind her,clutching her body. Possessing her. She remembers the first rape in the darkness, how she struggled andflailed. She was so weak, then. The claws grasping her, with theirvicelike strength. The cold. The dark. . The mystery of women and theirways was a constant thought in the front and back of my mind. When I was about 13, I began to snoop through my sisters things.Over the years I became more and more obsessed. Lingerie of any sortbecame a lure to my mind. I fondled any silky thing I couldsecretly get my hands on. I began to try almost all of theirlingerie on. Next came shoes, especially heels. It was a thrill tome that brought me closer to being a woman in my mind. Next, Itried my sister. Bert almost blew a whistle between his teeth as he ogled the lovely wife, and all Mary could do was stand there and let the old man enjoy her curves. If truth be known, this was the effect she wanted to have, to tease the old man a little, so that perhaps he might compliment her some more.'I told you that you've got the best legs in the village, didn't I? Well, they certainly brighten up a Monday morning.....corrr......let's have a look at you. Turn round, Mary!' Mary was still blushing but she.