The Dark Force created pantyhose that began over a pair of panties and rested under the bottom of her long-line bra. Over the pantyhose was a boned gi...dle with legs that went half way to her knees and rose up to cover the bottom of her long-line bra. Over that was a full slip. Over the slip were her outer clothes. A defensive barrier I had not covered in any military science class. So, she did not need a chaperon, she wore it.We had four large parties each year. Two were planned to coincide. That was her name, given to her by her two parents. She had black hair, shiny, and thin. She was slightly darken than the others and went unnoticed by passerby. Her nails had been sharpened.Neither of the three wore clothes.As was obvious to traders coming the other way, the men had hard cocks, from watching down the chests of the female riders going by.Jenn had a decent sizes cock, and his entire genital area was covered in black hair. It had remains of blood, cum, and spit in it.Fred had an. She was hardly aware when the man slid down her skirt exposing her naked round bottom."Who wants to give the birthday girl her spanking?" announced the DJ.Bree turned her head and saw men coming out from the crowd of people and walking towards her. The first man was stocky and dark-skinned with a black beard and mustache. He looked quite a bit older than her. He walked up to her with a large wooden paddle in his hand. Bree's eyes grew wild with anticipation. She wanted to feel the paddle on her. As his grief took him and his power and energy were poured into his grief, the forces at play within him changed him. The cobalt of his eyes blazed forth, taking fire and burning hotter until the blue was barely perceptible. The vagrant mountain breeze was whipped up into a tempest with the monk at its heart, his long auburn beard being tugged and ripped at by the force of the wind and as fingers of air were pulled through the hair, the auburn faded and was washed out until only a white so.