"My parents were practitioners of the Black Arts. They used unholy magic. I hate them. I despise them because their existence in itself is a blasphemy..." Hard words, from the mouth of their child."I turned my head down. "They were bad people. I don't want to be one of their kind. I want to prove that I am different. I don't want to be hunted my whole life." To prove what you say, we must put you through some horrible tortures, so that the truth will be forced from you."I nodded. "I – I know.". LOL. My mind wondered, wondering if she wore matching black lace panties. I marvelled at her shapely figure, for 60+ I thought, I can not understand her celibacy.....She never even dated from what I hear. Michelle had noted me drawing in her image and gave me a gentle tap with her foot. I swung my head and was pleased to see she had covered her cunt, holding the front of her skirt down between her legs. My cock, even though safely tucked away, had gone semi on me from ogling Mrs. Brown.. I hardly even noticed pain signals erupting from my pussy due being very close to lose my conscious. Cooper's animalistic programming was now satisfied and he erupted. Copious amounts of hot doggy cum was flooding my womb. When I was about to black out, he finally released his hold of my overalls and started howling and panting. I gasped for air which rushed to my lungs. The sudden supply of oxygen vigored my brain and I was hit by all the senses which my mind had blocked due chocking. This. People scream. He has a shocked look when he sees he missed. I come upright from my diving roll with the ball in my hand. I put all my strength into throwing the ball at his face before I dive back the other way. He fires again, just before the ball hits him in the face, hard. He staggers backward, dropping the gun as he does. I race to him, and strike his neck to knock him unconscious.When I stand up I notice one group of girls is still screaming. Looking over I see Deborah Wallace with blood.