"I think she might be dead." Yeah, right!" Michael grinned. "Like – you fucked her to death? Killed her with your..."He was looking at Vicky now, as...well – studying her face. Her eyes were open and she was staring at the ceiling. And she wasn't breathing, either. Or moving. Or..."She's dead!" Michael exclaimed, rushing over to cup her head in his hands. "Vicky! Wake up!"What did you do, Mac?" Michael snarled, turning on his old friend. "Her heart is stopped! What the fuck is it with all this. Next, her center of balance shifted as she felt her hips widening, and her pants were starting to feel a bit tight. Reaching around and cupping her butt, she realized that it was noticeably firmer and larger than she remembered.She dreaded the change that she could already feel washing over her now. Her chest tingled as the drug began to whisper to her small breasts, which were suddenly infected with an unwelcome yearning to grow and press out proudly from her body. They *needed* to grow, so. Some time during the time I was sucking the guys off, the guy who was barking out all the orders picked up all the clothes I had taken off and put them in a Walmart bag and kept it close beside him.All this happened around 8:30 at night and the guy informed me he was keeping all my clothes and would be taking them with him when he left for the night. He informed me I would have to make my way back to my car, and home just as I was, but if I did everything he asked immediately and without. "Well, that's just the point. Is not your lovebutton the most sensi?tive part of your body. So let him torture you there.Your labia are very delicate. How will a burning iron make you scream. Yourvagina is an opening to your sensitive belly. An real invitation for torture,dear. If the hangman must torture you, as is his assignment, I can't forbid himto use your sensitive spots. I would contradict myself, wouldn't I.....?"."It is so inhuman. Look at me, sire, my beauty,even you must see it,.