.I can see why you are as fat as you are." Princess Deesaid. "So, first things first, let's give you a monthly food budget of twohundred and fifty dol...ars a month. No more spending almost six hundreddollars a month on junk food for you slave. Nobody likes an overweightsissy. We need to make you into a pretty little slave that people wouldlike to have serving them; including sexually. In fact, I think I mighthave to start choosing your foods and setting your diet for you. I don'tthink you can be. Imagining the overwhelming pain of such a cruel torture I step forward on shaky legs...only to be faced with other cruel tools of torture.To the right stands a table with many bright, sharp, deadly looking knifes laying on its cold stone surface. Stepping closer, half afraid of what I might see and half thrilled at the horror of it, I closely examine the items on the table. My hands travel, touching each as I envision the way they would feel against my flesh. Touching a pair of silver nipple. Your attempts to pull your arms free were frustrated by your small stature and the supernatural strength of the Succubus. You gazed over in the direction Peter and Rick were, the white-haired Succubus moving on the former more intently, the wet noises of their coupling audible from where you were, as the blue-haired one now had Rick in a lusty kiss as his body quivered harder with each of his thrusts.A shudder ran through your body as you realized something like this was about to be your fate. Connie, meanwhile, was gasping as if she were surprised by what wasgoing on between her crotch and Tyler's. As she pressed the strap-onfurther into Tyler's pussy, she gasped more and more, inch by inch,until the entire warm length of it had been buried to the hilt. Tylerfelt Connie's pubic hair tickling the skin beneath his slit."Oh, god," Connie moaned, clearly pleased with the sensations thestrap-on was giving her. Tyler wondered if there was an attachment onthe other of the toy, one that.