Each strike surprised Brianna, who jumped with each contact. His spankings got progressively harder and harder. He put his fingers between her legs to...check her wetness after each spank. Finally, when he was satisfied he put her skirt down and released her hands. He led her to another room, where there were three cages, two chairs, and a trophy case. He told her to get into one of the cages and lay down while he stepped away to the next room. She silently laid there for what seemed like an. It just had this kind of weird magic.He had been through with all this already, only asked her for comfort over his loss—and was now nearly vomiting his lungs out like a terminal tuberculosis patient, only adding to his misery."Don't inhale so much at a time, dumbass," she kept scolding him before taking a hit of her own butt. "That's how you make people look. You're gonna give yourself away as easy prey," she reminded him of the nature of this place. "Anyway, why are you doing this to. I have wanted to fuck you for sometime and now I have. You are a hell of a better fuck than your grandmother. As for you Gretel you are a naughty little slut to and I will be back to fuck you more, hell I will be back to fuck both of you more so the next time you come in my woods be prepared to get fuck. Oh yes, Woodcutter thanks for not using that ax on me, said the Big Bad wolf. I only use the ax on trees and I use my cock on pretty little creatures like these sluts. If I ever see you out in. Perhaps it is time I told you a bit about my childhood.My father left when I was two or three years old. I don't remember himat all.Oddly, however, his sister, Lucy, moved in with Mum shortly after that.She took on Dad's old job and helped to support Mum financially.Despite effectively having two Mums, they found me difficult to controlwithout a Dad and when I reached the age of six they introduced"petticoat punishment" to control my behaviour.Apparently dressing me up as a girl and calling me.