They immediately turned towards him."You don't belong here..."John bolted for the door, but found it locked. The women slowly walked toward him. He wa... trapped, and something strange was happening. One of the women raised her hands and chanted some strange incantation; the next thing John knew was that he was in chains. The chains somehow levitated pulling him upwards."What should we do with him?" One girl asked."Does anybody here know this guy?" another asked.There was a long silence"I do.". You seem to be a powerful woman too.”“I am Numa, Chief wife of John Hunter, our tribe’s great Chief. Chief John stands before you, allowing me to speak while he assesses you. He is the one who says whether you can stay.”The girls looked frightened at the possibility that they would not be allowed to stay. They looked round at Bondola, and John twigged that they both fancied Bondola. He decided to speak.“Do you girls have names, or are you just Bondola’s women?”“Oh, sir, I am Breda and this is. Amazingly it was almost sweet, tangy. Lancer responded immediately, hunching his rear flanks forward as she began to suck and twirl his lewdly distended organ in her mouth. As she moved her hand to his balls, caressing them lightly with her fingertips, a long low whine came from the dog's throat and his left rear leg began to quiver convulsively.Mimi hollowed her cheeks slightly as the long tapered shaft shot into her mouth in one steady pumping rhythm. She closed her teeth, but not enough to. And now the moment that he expected, the moment of truth against the bullyof his youth, the man that had most insulted him in his life, who beatedthe shit out of him for years and the one who had shaped the crazyscientist man on him.So what could be the proper penalty for this man, he had turned his proudof a son into a simpering sissy girl of reddish hair. Perhaps if he couldonly change this big man into a sexy mindless bimbo.A really nice girl with a good rack of titties, getting on her knees.