She waits till I am almost close enough to touch, then skips away. She shines in the light of the moon. There are clutching branches, a spray of water... a warm wind ...And I have hold of her. Her hands are tangled in my hair, pulling me close. Her mouth eager. Her tongue shy and darting. Her breath in my mouth, filling my head. The hot tips of her breasts brush my chest. The smell of her like clover, like musk, like ripe apples fallen to the ground ...And there is no hesitation. No doubt. I know. Using vibrating ship hull scrappers she was able to finally discover the panel to activate it. Even after thousands of years there was just enough energy left to reactivate the partially living tube and revive the evil High Priest from his long stasis in the tube.Becoming aware again the High Priest reached out with his powerful mind and seized control of her along with her entire amateur satanic witches coven that was with her in the warehouse. He then directed her in how to open the panel. He grabbed her swollen, throbbing clit, pinching it between his fingers. "Spread your ass for me, slut." he commanded. She rested her chest on the pillows and reached back to spread her ass open for him. "Wider! " he said, as he smacked her soaked pussy in short stingy slaps. Heather's clit started enlarging, her lips were getting hot, and every inch of her pussy was convulsing. He slipped a finger in deep, saturating it. Then he rubbed her juices over her asshole, slowly sliding a finger deep. A tiny one, way under 5’ and fighting to hit 80 lbs.I saw them while taking my shower, naked from head to soles as you might expect. Just glancing at their faces was enough to grasp they meant business. There was nowhere to flee and all my clothes and things were in the abutting locker room as statutory. Panicking, I attempted to reach for my towel at least, but skanky bully Emma Smith ran faster in her platforms and seized it with a swift swipe of her hand.So there I was, a tiny soaked nude.