'She sat up and gazed down at her sister. Beth (Is that old husk really you?) was still in a deep sleep, not having moved since she was 'ported to the...bed. Her body was still warm, so she wasn't dead ... Her mind was tightly closed, even in her sleep.Béla slid off the bed table, being careful not to jar her sleeping sister. She felt so incredibly weak! The lemonade was tepid, but she didn't care. She poured some into a container and sipped it, realizing her body might react in some manner. Poor Lisa was apparently so frightened that she didn’t take time to put on a raincoat or even grab an umbrella, so she arrived, panting, and soaking wet. I grabbed a couple of large pool towels that were just inside the door on a shelf above the washer and dryer and wrapped them around her. She thanked me and gave me a hug that lasted a bit longer and was a bit more intimate than one might expect from a mere hug of gratitude. I was grateful to be on the receiving end of her hug, as was my cock,. Do so.” “Y-Y-Yes... sis... H-Highness...” squeaked Xena, wanting to scream in defiance. But, of course, not daring to do so.“Very well, slave, you will now crawl forward and kiss the toe of my boot. Just the toe. It will be a symbol of your submission to me. CRAWL ...” Xena ground her teeth; her features were contorted. Would not death be preferable? But she knew she would not get the benison of death. She would merely bring upon herself more anguish and torments. Then, in the end, she would. Suddenly his door burst open. and he saw his stepsister peek inside announcing to him, “Tommy I made some cookies. If you want...”Unfortunately for Tommy, the paper back wasn’t large enough to hide the panties he had been holding against his face.Now noticing the object in his left hand, she yanked the door wider and walked to the foot of the bed confronting him, “Tommy! --- Are those my panties?” Now getting more angry as she recognized the pair. “They are! --- Aren’t they? Have you been going.