The sense of pink became stronger. It was the pink of female magic. Not of a witch, for witches, and their male counterparts wizards, had little to no...inherent magic themselves. No ... this was...There was a pregnant woman in the wagon.The flap opened more. The girl inside was not much older than Wendy, definitely not yet twenty. Her hair was black, curly, falling to her shoulders, her skin the same light tan as the man and girl up front. Her eyes were brown, almost innocent. She regarded Wendy. She had a scared look on her face, asking what was I going to do next. I told her that I would like to make love to my little girl, but I wouldn't without her permission. She asked if it would hurt her. I said yes, but not for long. I assured her that I would stop and let her recover from the pain before I went on. She reached down and opened her pussy lips for me asking “Daddy, please make love to me.” My hips moved forward and she moved her hands away. Her lips wrapped around my cock. I watched her wary expression with casual indifference; she looked as if she thought that I was going to launch myself at her at any moment. I drank in her naked beauty, letting my eyes roam over her body appreciatively.“I ... I thought that you promised me that you wouldn’t rape me again! Huh!?” she accused crossly.She was much less angry than last night, at least. I bet that I was right—no matter that it was me—she’d needed the fuck that she’d gotten, especially after all of the stress we’d. Tomorrow, she would have to face up to her continuing guilt once more, and she knew how that would turn out. But now all she wanted was to be with that sweet and loyal little angel. She rose painfully and stiffly to her feet, and the two wandered off to be alone together.After Jo's hard won and bloody victory and the brief celebration which had followed, they had all climbed aboard and taken off. First, they had landed on the other beach and loaded up with guns and ammunition and then Joanne.