The fourteen year-old captiveshrieks as the evil old woman pushes the point of the barbed fishhook throughher cunt lip. As Celeste cries and struggles...in her bonds a close-up on thescreen shows ruby beads of blood oozing out of her wounded cunt flesh. Grown-up Celeste watches the image of her grandmother inserting another fishhookin the same cunt lip. In short order, the young victim's left labium is adornedin a similar fashion. Assisted by Celeste's father, the old woman cuts and ties a. She was short, her breasts were very large, her face was perfect. It washorrible. It took a lot to get used to it. She never really did.None of this made her great fear lesson at all. She knew her sexwouldn't be her main concern. The Empire wanted people to think theywere progressive thinking. So transgendered people weren't much of anissue and they were mostly accepted.Natasha had many more secrets, and this was the least of her concerns.She had much bigger secrets than her sex. Her secrets. The sweating hot front & cold water back made her exclaim for more. She started dripping wet from her pussy & I felt my thigh portion of dress as I was kneeling between her thighs. She was resuming her breath after several times.Now I dipped the left feather in ice water & started circling her boobs few times & reaching down to her navel & tipping her nipples in between. With the right feather I slided it on her spine slowly. She again starting breathing heavily moaning ohhhhh, aaaah softly. " Sometimes the most complex question has a simple answer," I returned to her. It seemed logical and I felt it was true. I liked the simplicity.I felt her smiling at me.When I returned the smile over to her, she responded by saying softly, "So, what did you find?" Oh. Sorry," I answered. "I think we found where Sara's buried ... or at least where there was a fresh unmarked grave. It was in a back part of the cemetery where those executed at the witch trials were buried." Did you get a good look.