The next hour was hotter and harder. It only seemed to get worse. Sheila was rushing towards a table with a pot of coffee and a few glasses of chocola...e milk when Marilla, the head chef, called for her. Flustered, Sheila turned her head to see what the matter was, still moving towards the table. At the same time, she ran flat into David’s chest and the trays in his arms, and the heel of her shoe broke. She fell flat on her back, glass smashing and liquid spilling all over the place.. ..hump you would be the best explanation. Every dream became more graphic, more erotic, as it descended from base contact to heavy petting, from muzzled oral pleasure to full-on mounting. You began waking in a warm sweat, soaked in cum from your own nocturnal emissions. As the days progress, you found yourself thinking more and more about sex, with men, women, and even wild animals! You began wearing fewer clothes, and masturbated more frequently. You sleep through the next day; the last dream. “Please Master,” she whimpered, “do not kill us. Please, have mercy.”“Little One,” the tall man said, “I have not come to kill you or to harm you. I’m here to rescue you. Do not be afraid.”“Master, please,” she whispered, her voice nearly gone again, “help my sister. She is more badly hurt than I am.”Charlie had never seem a more pitiful sight than the two girls before him. Both were badly beaten. Their backs, thighs, and butts were a mass of cuts, bruises, and welts, some of which were still. Dates were highlighted in yellow, names with orange, key terms in blues, and so on. As she and her classmates grabbed their things to go, the professor announced a quick reminder of the homework due the next class. As she walked down the hall she pulled her phone from her bag, hoping that maybe someone had tried to call her or had sent a text. To her dismay, all that popped up was the date and time, with the background photo of a tree on a hill. Sara frowned a little bit more, and left.