All great stories must start with an introduction.Welcome to the Dungeon of Bad Ends! Here, the harrowing main characters will do everything in their ...ower to escape from the dungeon unscathed, fighting through many, many, wrong turns on the way out!The dungeon is a massive structure, existing in its own time period as it lays right under the crust of the Earth, containing much to be desired. While the Dungeon has other names, most just refer to it as the Bad End Dungeon. Untold riches lay deep. "Wow!" he whispered, "Mum bought me a dresstoo!"Patrick sat on his bed and pulled off his boy's clothes and tossed themin the corner. Then he pulled on his panties. The panties were a bikinicut, all cotton, and white with little bitty flowers all over them, andlittle scalloped trim along the legs and waistband.'Gee, these feel neat,' he thought.But the neatest thing was yet to be. Patrick picked up the training bra.It was all white, a Teencharm brand. After fussing with it for a fewminutes, he. There was no response from Marcy other than a soft moan as she went back to sleep.I went back over to the chair and sat down again in front of the TV. When the program I was watching had finished, I knew that it was eleven and time to wake Marcy. I walked over and stood beside her next to the bed. She looked so good just laying there, her long blonde hair in a mess on the pillow surrounding her pretty face. I just stood there for a while taking in her beauty as she slept. She just looked. ”“I don't want to talk so fuck off,” I told her brutally then went to class, leaving her in the hall confused by my rejection. I could tell by the way she watched me at school that day that she wanted to talk but had sense enough to avoid me. Every time I saw her the only image in my mind was her legs held high while my brother's big cock slid in and out of her treacherous cunt. How could she do that to me? She knows I hate my brother. I wanted revenge on both of them, especially her.It came as.