So, Tuulat would be their leader, and he would teach them all to hunt. All of them. Man, woman, and child would all learn to hunt, and if the demons c...me back none of them would leave the camp with a meal in their jaws. The other hunters all had their pride, but they would swallow that in order to put the memory of that night behind them.That horrible night was now two winters past. The heat was still growing, but the next winter would come soon. Winter was always coming soon. Tuulat was still. The blue jeans and tank top were gone and in their place was the mini skirt she had purchased and the lavender top that draped over her breasts. She slithered past me slowly giving me a full view of her soft white stomach and sat down. I put my arm around her and she leaned over against me. One of her hands grasped mine, slid it under her top cupping it over one of her breasts, and started rubbing. Just as I had guessed, her bra was gone too.I pinched the nipple and heard a sharp intake of. For one second she stupidly panicked at the thought that someone had found her dressed as a woman; and then a split second later she realised that she had a lot more to worry about than the exposure of her transvestism. She realised she was in serious trouble when she felt the handcuffs clamp on her wrists.Michele's fighting instinct took over and she used all her strength to lift her body up off the table so that she could yell a protest to the man who was assaulting her. She understood now. They knew she was a fed, and worse, they weren’t afraid of it, which was terrifying. As was the promise that death by gang-rape was in her near future.After Brent had cold-cocked her, she’d woken up in Bobby’s office with heavy cuffs on her wrists. Brent and Cracker weren’t there -- only Lew, who was looking even worse than before.“What the hell happened?” she asked, shifting around to see if there was any way to escape. She found out in short order there wasn’t. Feeling around with her.