The night was even worse. It seemed all John existedfor was to torment his younger sister. She was more then happy to turnback to normal the next morn...ng.After turning back to normal, he stared at the ring, which was onceagain gold. By using the third position, he changed into a girl his ownage, when he used the second setting, he changed into a seven-year-old.Did that mean that every setting changed his age? So what would thefirst setting be? He had an idea, but he was beginning to. Just made my entire skin and spine crawl.”Fredi didn’t dawdle after that and we reached the next camp about an hour later and although it was evening and we’d done our planned eight hours, everyone was in the mood to keep going almost immediately. The camp was at a nook just a few yards inside of a crossroad of tunnels, all seeming man-made and identical to the one we were following. It was more than a little disturbing, and even the obvious thick dust on the ground both passages offered little. You'll be joining me tonight. Slave Jasmine, slave Edna, make Slave Jackie pretty!" She said. The other girls looked at me with jealousy as Jasmine and Edna pulled me to my feet and led me to a nearby bathroom. All I could feel was fear of what was to come. Fear and horniness. I didn't know what this event was but I imagined that I would be humiliated beyond all comprehension. Strangely that idea made me wetter. Mistress said make me pretty. Make me look like a prostitute would've been more. The hypnotic voice continued on. “My hand is sliding into your panties now…” Caitlin’s right hand slid beneath the white lace covering her crotch. She stroked her moistening labia and her fingers brushed lightly over her clit. “Ohhh yes…. I’m getting so wet… please keep touching me there!“ Caitlin begged. “I need to see all of you… please strip for me! Describe it for me,” came the low, sensual growl. By now, Caitlin was completely adrift in a sea of lust and desire. She had lost all.