Guilt. There in the background, even farther in the shadows, stood old reliable William Hagen. There in the background, holding a hand out to her, for...the remainder of this awful, long, rambling nightmare. John, playing with his son, Dan, while a sad-looking George stood nearby, reaching out to Dan but not being able to touch him, even as John faded into the distance. Ada, torn, holding her dying daughter, Charlotte, in her arms as a fading John pulled her toward him, toward a black hearse. “Hello, Untethered One.” It was a sonorous voice, almost sweet, but tinged with a sigh of hopelessness. She was an elf, though it was impossible to tell what race she was. Her flesh was pale blue, her hair was silver, and though her complexion spoke of youth, her haggard eyes spoke of ancient world-weariness. Her sclera were navy, matching the color of irises that bore no pupils, but were rimmed with white. She was pretty, I guessed, but though she was naked, I found no attraction to her. “Hi!”. I have some guys coming over and I told them about how much you love getting fucked and humiliated and they wanted to try you out for themselves.”This really got my dick hard. Strapped to a bench and about to be used as a cum receptacle by an unknown number of guys for an unknown amount of time. I almost exploded just thinking about it. After I laid there for a while thinking about what was about to happen I heard a group of guys walk into the room. I started feeling hands all over my body. She moaned softly as she saw his gaze lower to drink in the view as she had opened her thighs wide in offering, completely surrendering herself to him. Running his hands along the inside of her creamy thighs he lowered his head slowly, jaws opening wide. “His teeth, were they slightly longer than she remembered?” The question flew from her mind like smoke in a summer breeze as she felt his mouth envelop her sex. His tongue drifted slowly along the hot molten center of her delectable furrow,.