Heather remembered the three girls from when she was in high school. At the time, they had been three annoying fifteen-year-old girls. Now, they were ...hree annoying eighteen-year-old girls. Three annoying eighteen-year-olds who never... stopped... talking.“Your mom just told us!” the three girls shouted in unison. “Are you really going with us as a sponsor? That’ll be so much fun!”Heather smiled and laughed. It was a laugh of resignation. She ran her fingers through her short, spiky black. ‘This man is wounded. Somebody call a surgeon!’ ‘Nina,’ James stared blankly at them. ‘He’s got Nina.’ Lang ignored him, buckling slightly under the weight of the bloody figure he supported. Piani’s eyelids fluttered as he fought to stay awake. ‘She’ll fight,’ he whispered. ‘She’ll fight for sure.’ — Nina didn’t bother fighting against her chains. It would be of no use, and it would only encourage her tormentors. She had given herself up for dead the moment on the battlefield that the witches. My pussy was on fire, I had never been spanked before, but this feeling was driving me wild, my body was going into a deep powerful orgasm as she let her hand drop onto my ass as hard as she could time and time again. My pussy was leaking juice which was now being spread over my bum cheeks as her hand spanked me but allowed the fingers to rub against my pussy lips with each contact.What was happening to me, why was I so horny, why was my body acting in such a way. My aunt was really spanking my. "Oh, Chrissie," Linda said, "you make such a lovely girl."I crossed my arms over my skinny chest and wiggled my hips slowly for her."Oh God, that's untrue," she said, "you look so sexy in a skirt." Do I really look like a girl?" I asked."You're more girly than most girls I know," she said."I want to be girly and pretty," I confessed."Come into my bedroom and let me put some makeup on you then," she said, "and make you look really pretty." I'd love that," I said, excited.I followed her eagerly.