“You can fight all you want, and I’ll enjoy every minute of it. What makes you think that I’m human? You call me a sick man, but I’m not a man...” She stopped and stare this time her eyes were filled with terror, and her lip was quivering with fear. “You’re an animal.” Was all she could come up with, and she hated herself for saying it. It was obvious he wasn’t human now. All the strength he seemed to have, and this place where ever the hell she was.“I’m hungry and you’ve just been designated to. This is one of my great fantasies! She calmly browsedthrough her box, examining various shades and contemplating how theymight look on me. She held my face in her hands, and she told me she wasgoing to make me so pretty. I looked at her face, and I melted.She applied foundation with a sponge, darkened my eyebrows, applied acouple of shades of eyeshadow, and some eyeliner. Because I flinchedfrom the eyeliner, she told me she would not apply mascara. As sheapplied each cosmetic to me, she. "Goodness no. Our dear little Sylvan friend does not have you level... and here she strode to my side, lifting one of my massive breasts in both her hands "...of talent." "Now this is simple. I'm going to march you to the open part of the clearing. The Satyre is going to attempt to fuck you into a state of utter, mindless, submission. If you don't fight back in attempting to subdue him first, he will win, and none of us will get to have Oluth anymore. Is that what you want to happen?" The. Entering high school, though, her body matured considerably. Her chest filled out and her hips rounded out. Her ass too rounded out – not fat, but shapely. Despite these ‘improvements’, they went unnoticed by other people if only because her body shape didn’t really match what most people might have considered ‘hot’. It also didn’t help that fashion was never her thing, so she often hid her body under very loose clothes. Her idea of an outfit was loose jeans and maybe a superhero and comic.