“Do you want to take it out for me, tell me what it’s like, how big is it? It felt big last night, but I didn’t actually see it, I want to know ...very detail.”Well, I’ve never tried to explain it before, I felt a bit awkward. “It’s about eight inches long, quite thick, at the moment it’s sticking right out in front of me, and it’s sort of twitching up and down. Does that cover it?”“Ooh, that sounds nice, I want to feel it and rub it for you, but I can’t reach, will you do it for me. Come on,. 11/EDITOR'S WARNING: This story has strong forced sexual and BDSM themes, and is not at all suitable for those not interested in "Bad Endings" for the heroines and heroes. There are many possible story paths, each with their own dangers. Turn back now if you expect mostly happy endings.This is the dark story of a modern world corrupted by a newly awakened witch. Three hundred years ago, the witch Benacia Vilmire was born from ashes and grew an underworld kingdom built to suit her lust for. So on Wednesday night Mike was looking forward, if that's the right word, to catching up on the work he'd missed on the Tuesday night. He was eating his late dinner having got in after extra work at the office, when the phone rang. It was Tom."Mike!" he shouted down the phone. "Can you get to 'The Hole' fairly quickly? Bob has taken Claire there for drinks and dancing. If he couldn't get at her during the day, I think he's making a play tonight. Someone must be looking after the kids." OK,". ”She grinned at me.“I didn’t actually look like this when you were sixteen, remember?”She was, of course, correct. At rising fifteen she’d been a very gangly and leggy girl, just through puberty and not at all comfortable with the changes that the adult hormones were making to her body. It had been a tricky time for us as siblings; we were both much more shy of the other seeing us undressed than we had been as children, and the physical ease together that we’d enjoyed when playing as kids had.