Others claiming it was but a haunting, a spirit of the dead. It had never been a being of the flesh and therefore, it was not departed. She knew naugh... of this “devil” they carried on about, for the spirit had never encountered such. Nature had been the creator…the earth her womb. Only later through the dense whispering of passers-by did she hear the man had been hung at the neck before Town Square until dead. She was crushed in failure…though the spirit knew it had been just as well. The. His gaze was like a drug to her, her fear growing into something else. Excitement. This is why the mice flock to the games. This growing anticipation that threatened to burst her heart out of her chest, or the heat to melt her from below. Whichever came first.The scarred Minotaur was mere feet away from her, and she could hardly wait for him. Her focus had been so solely on him, and his growing pleasure, that she didn’t hear the noise above her. All at once, both were shocked to the core as two. " Barocca began entering all of Jeanne's statistics and measurements into the machine. In a few moments, all of Jeanne's physiological data had been inputted. Barocca paused as she came to the portion of the program that would create Jeanne's cock. Dee Dee had created a template that put the same cock onto every girl. As they earned rewards and recognition, the girls were fed special vitamins and nutrients that increased the size and strength of their cock. "Dee Dee's so damned thorough,. Very well. Come it is time for dinner. He stood me up and led me back down to the dining hall. Walking down the hall I felt compelled to make conversation. So uh, did you sleep well? Yes, quite well actually. Usually Im restless and I simply toss and turn but something about you finally being near me, I felt finally able to sleep. I started to blush. And then I asked him a question that had been racking around in my brain all day. So…when you make me like you, would I get my own coffin or will.