She squealed again. It wasn't enough.Her face turned towards me. She hid her face against my chest, her hands still holding mine against her breasts. ...er breathing was so ragged I almost thought she was crying."Hurt me," she begged, "hurt them more."I squeezed them, as hard as I could, but did not release them. When her squeal of pain and pleasure had died down, I said:"Brace yourself."I twisted her nipples in a sudden, violent jerk.Her scream was fabulous.Her hands released mine and I saw them. Under the shiny red dress he could see about an inch of white cotton panties, tucked up between Katie's smooth ass cheeks. Scott silently walked toward the young girl. Katie could hear him breathing. Her heart was pounding. Then she felt his fingers barely touch her, between her legs. Katie’s pussy pulsed at the gentle stroke."You're right; I can see your panties. Just the very bottom, though, right here," Scott said quietly, as he stroked his stepsister's cotton panties. He could feel her. She was high above, balancing precariously at least twenty feet higher than where I stood, and she had a noose around her neck. It was tied securely around a smaller beam perpendicular to the one she was standing on, but it was at head height to her and a foot away in front.“Please! Don’t do it!” I cried out in anguish, my heart beating fearfully in my chest. I couldn’t help but notice that she still had on her blood-splattered t-shirt with her Daisy Duke cut-off jean shorts.“Why not?” Linda. “I- I don’t know if I can. I’m not angry.”The not-too subtle bulge in his new pants was a pretty clear indicator of his current state of mind. Celeste favored him with a dazzling smile. “I can speak from experience when I say that your emotional state should never limit your ability to use magic. You just told me you were not angry when you made Dara’s skirts fly.”“She said maybe it was the old herald-” Rhys muttered.Celeste shook her head and cut off the rest of his thought with a slash of her.