The voice underneath hissed out, ‘We are the Dokkalfar, heirs to the ancient darkness. We have walked in your shadows since Odin first bequeathed Mi...gaard to his supplicants. You have seen us times untold, but our glamours have slipped into your mind and bent you to our will time and time again. There is not a moment of your life, not yours nor any man nor woman nor child in Midgaard, that was ever truly your own. What has changed, child? How have you come by the Second Sight?’ Jo winced. Her. I had only been home a couple of hours and I was starting to think like a cunt-hungry pervert. Squeezing mums tits earlier had still left me horny.After dinner, dad said “It’s still light out. I think i’ll go and mow the garden”.Dad went out to the garden and I went up to my room, leaving mum clearing the dishes. I leaned on the sill of the bedroom window, idly watching dad mowing the grass. My hand strayed down to my cock and I started to rub it back to life. I still had the vision of my mums. It’s a sinister trifecta designed by the Chinese to make sure even dominant males who were administered the process would behave like willing whores. The final modification is that the first man’s semen which the changling comes in contact with will trigger a ‘loyalty response’ something like love, but more like ownership — making for a perfectly loyal whore. This is where our story begins… ________________________________ A few months ago Matt was on top of the world, every bet he made was a. I had never had a black girl before. We rode about 50 MPH most of the time, and I didn't want to scare her too much by going to fast through the curves. On the long grades, I let the big Harley engine lug down more than usual so that she could feel some of that famous Harley vibration. When I rolled on the throttle a sweet sexy pulsing vibration was transmitted through the frame and into the fairly firm seat. I guess I knew what I was doing; Audrey struck me as the kind of woman who.