She had to figure out what was going on. She struggled against this creature, but it pulled her along as if she weighed nothing. Admittedly, for this ...reature she probably didnt. She was just over five foot tall, and weighed maybe 120. She tried to look at the place around her as she was being lead down hallways. She could see more of these creatures walking past her. They all looked exactly the same. None of them wore clothing. They all had those eyes. She was beginning to think none of this. Down the icy road, another maiden can be seen. Illuminated by the bright lanterns, she stared at the stars above - her patient breath blew into a smoky fog. But soon, another girl came to her company – a girl with a sad and melancholic smile on her face. “I did it” Ismene said. “It’s over…” Then Ismene fell on Myra’s shoulders and began to cry “I’m sorry” she sobbed “I should have done this long ago.” Embracing her tightly, Myra comforted her girl as she let her tears flow for one last. I had time to paint before I needed to shower and dress for the appointment with Mr. Marshall at four. I walked over to my stool, sat, and picked up my paintbrush once more. I dipped it in a small amount of white paint and took a deep breath before pressing it to the canvas. I made small intimate brush strokes, working to enhance her features. As I painted along her legs, I envisioned all the simple pleasures that would have brought her into the pose that I’d chosen. As I inched closer to paint. Moaned as she stroked it.“Show them who owns you.” Ryan’s cock throbbed in her cool fingers. Blood on fire as he controlled her. “Who will take you when I please.”“Uh - god, oh god -” Karen’s hands slid up and down. His precum leaking down his dick. Her hips rose. Pushed forward, her pussy swallowing the thick head. “I can’t stop.”The two girls watched. Holding hands. Their free hands between their thighs. The memories of their virgin sacrifices to Ryan’s cock, slits still leaking his sperm.