I yanked her hands together over her head and kissed her fiercely. Her mouth attacked me back as our tongues dueled for a moment. Then I released her ...rists with a warning, “Don’t move; leave your hands where they are.” A response was not necessary; she wanted what was to transpire and loved the teasing as much as I. I kissed the hollow of her neck again, on one side and then the other and she closed her eyes briefly. I moved, lying next to her so that I could attend a breast and nipple with. "She waved the wand. I felt my body twisting and shifting again until Iwas once again my seventeen-year-old self. Unfortunately, I was stillwearing the ballerina outfit. I stared at Megan. She giggled."Sorry." She waved the wand again, and the ballerina costume changed to agothic vampire one. I glanced myself over."Okay, now this isn't bad," I grinned. I looked at her. "What about you?" What about me?" You can't go looking like that."She shrugged. "I guess you're right." She started to move the. They drag you tothe back of the cell, ripping your panties off you and using them to gagyou in case you try to call for help. Several of them pin you down on abunk on your face. The leader of the group already has his pants down andhis thick cock out. He puts the tip of the shaft against your tight ass-pussy and rams it home. At least you are well lubed from all the cum thatmy friends and I had filled you with. He pounds his cock into you andquickly unloads inside of you. They all take turns. She was not allowed to move and in any case was not able to. Her master was currently holding a funnel in her mouth, through the ring gag, and was busy pouring olive oil in it and obviously in her. She could feel the warm and viscous liquid filling up her mouth and running its way down to her stomach. She knew the result it would have on her, in an hour or so, but there was nothing she could do about it. In a way she was not in control of her body any more, her master was. He had decided that.