’“Z-z-z-i-p” Billie’s zipper was lowered and shamefully, helplessly her Piper lifted her hips, as he pulled and tugged till her Black slacks y...elded their fleshy bottom load. The sounds of her spanking, its cracks would sound.The reality of her situation showed this was no longer fiction. The witch was a bitch and the bidding had been heated. The newest witch was about to have hot ‘Charmed Buns.’ had been picked, but would Piper or Kira be next?Billie struggled & tussled as Piper lowered her. The father was the next to arrive and he was the next to be captured. He would have preferred to be executed by the women warriors, but they weren’t using guns. The son was easy, he was a slight boy and was wrapped up and forced into a chair. All three were tied by plastic ties at wrist, elbow, knee and ankle to their chairs, and gagged.The men were stripped naked; the mercs simply used knives and cut the clothes from them. They were furious – to be stripped and handled so easily by ‘mere. She could taste it. It was intoxicating. She watched and listened to the sucking sounds. Mathew had Jennifer's dress up to her armpits and was rolling her small, hard, erect nipples with his fingers.When Jennifer screamed and climaxed one more time, Elizabeth reached a level of excitement where she could no longer remain silent.Elizabeth hissed in my ear, "Take her, take her virginity. Do it now, Mathew, do it now. She's yours. Do it. Do it."At that moment, I couldn't have agreed more. I was. For almost 2 years before mom met Robert, we lived in a tiny, 500 sq ft apartment in the worst part of LA. My mother worked at local grocery store to make barely enough money for us to survive. We had no insurance, no car and absolutely no prospects of ever living a normal life. I was destined to grow up and become either a petty criminal, a d**g dealer or a pimp.Fate, it seemed, had decided to keep us at the receiving end of life.Then Robert came along.It was a Sunday and I had no school. Mom.